If you win three games in a row, you will have the training experience of heaven level!
This makes a lot of people open their eyes, and their hearts become fiery.
It's so easy to be a quasi heaven level reward.
But I take it for granted that there are only nine people on the stone tablet now.
To win three games is to beat a third of the people.
This is already a very difficult challenge.
The prisoner was silent, and after a while he said, "I'll think about it."
"Good." The referee didn't force him.
Gonggong suddenly asked again, "are you on the stone tablet?"
"I'm just a referee." The old man said calmly.
Gonggong took a deep look at him and then left the challenge arena.
When ye Zichuan looked at the old man under the stone tablet, his eyes became deep.
The old man is the referee, also quasi heaven level, but not on the stele.
In other arenas, are the judges under the Tianji stele quasi Tianji?
He felt that it was not very realistic. After all, there were many challenges in the original space. He had been to seven or eight of them, and they could not be all quasi heaven level.
However, even if one of the ten challenge arenas is quasi heaven level, it is not a small number.
If the names of these people appeared on the stone tablet, there might be about twenty.
At the thought of this, ye Zichuan also took a cool breath.
The inside information of the holy snow mountain is really terrible. There are so many strong people in the quasi heaven level. This is the heaven level reserve. Maybe it will break through sometime.
Besides the holy snow mountain, there should also be hidden quasi heaven level in other places of the original space.
They are still on the sidelines, not acting rashly.
After Gonggong left, it became boiling here. Many primitive creatures were talking about the battle just now.
After a fight like that, the fight of others is meaningless.
However, even so, ye Zichuan still has to continue his own challenges.
He is ten games away from winning a hundred games in a row, and then he will get more detailed rewards.
I hope the next reward will bring him great harvest.
"Don't be in a hurry, support the war with war, and improve myself completely. I'm still a little short of the real limit of prefecture level. I have to finish this last point."
Thinking like this, ye Zichuan stepped on the challenge arena.
At this time, he had reached 88. Just a few minutes after the battle between Gonggong and houxuan, he lost two places.
See ye Zichuan on the challenge arena, a pair of binocular light together to see over.
The fight just now is amazing, but many people are still more concerned about ye Zichuan's fight.
Because he has won the whole 90 games, they want to see if this irresistible man can achieve an amazing 100 consecutive wins.
And up to now, ye Zichuan has not done his best. Everyone is looking forward to his performance.
The referee under the stone saw him coming, his eyes lit up, and asked, "do you want to continue to challenge?"
"Yes." Ye Zichuan nodded.
Then, his eyes fell on the stone, a little bit swept in front of his name.
"I choose 82." He spoke quietly.
The referee flew up and called the 82nd.
Soon after, in a golden light, a figure came out.
This is a strong Saint snow mountain, with a towering peak embroidered on its chest, covered with snow.
After seeing ye Zichuan, his eyes suddenly coagulated: "it's you!"
Ye Zichuan eyebrows a pick: "do you know me?"
Damn it.
He comes from Hongmeng space. He is a stranger here. How can anyone know him?
The man snorted coldly: "now many disciples of Shengxue mountain have known you, ye Zhetian!"
Yezichuan suddenly.
It seems that he was remembered by the disciples of Shengxue mountain in other challenge arena, and let his appearance spread.
Indeed, there are no fewer disciples of Shengxue mountain who are defeated by him. They have become his stepping stones.
Therefore, now many disciples have regarded him as a great enemy and want to recover their lost glory.
Especially in the past month, many people behind Ye Zichuan called his name, but because he was practicing, they refused.
Now, ye Zichuan takes the initiative to challenge. I believe that in the next period of time, it will become very busy here!
"Do it!"
Standing in the void, the man instantly raised his momentum, and his body bloomed immortal brilliance, like a God in the dust.
Ranked 82, the number of victories reached 93, although not as ye Zichuan's winning streak, but his strength can not be underestimated.
He only lost five games.
Ye Zichuan did not have the slightest politeness, raised his fist and rushed over.
No one came, but the terrible momentum had arrived first.
The light of the fist was bright, as bright as the sun. It was dazzling, with the air of dominating the sky, and twisted the void.
The man didn't have the slightest carelessness. He knew deeply that ye Zichuan was powerful, so he used all his strength as soon as he came up.
His big hand came down from the sky and turned into a golden stele. When it was suppressed, it was like a sacred mountain in a trance. It was as heavy as a mountain.
Dong!
Ye Zichuan's fists hit the God stele, where thousands of golden lights surged and countless streamers splashed.
Ye Zichuan's spirit is melted and his will is as strong as iron. Ye Zichuan is open and close. He is invincible.
After three punches in succession, the golden stele exploded, and the man's palms were deformed, with blood spilling down.
He opened his mouth and uttered a series of nine mysterious syllables, just like Daoyin.
The nine syllables are as big as a clock. They are loud in everyone's ears and make the mind shake up and become a blank.
Ye Zichuan's spirit trembled, and his whole body's light burst out, almost collapsing.
The man seizes the opportunity, kills in front of him in a twinkling of an eye, a big hand pats down, between the palm finger is like condensing a galaxy of stars, brewing the great power of the world.
Ye Zichuan's eyes were dazzling, almost instinctive.
He soon got rid of the influence of the pronunciation, hit Gao Tian with a fist, and collided with the big hand.
The Star River in the palm of my hand is shattered, countless big stars are exploded, and it is instantly destroyed.
The other hand of the man appeared a sky knife, only to see a hanging Milky way like knife awn, the sharp edge of people's eyes will be stabbed blind.
Ye Zichuan clapped several palms against the void, one after another, and the force of the palms was superimposed together, which turned into an overwhelming momentum and collided with the light of the sword.
The light of the knife explodes, the fine edge is turbulent, and ye Zichuan's huge palmprint is also scattered.
Then he stretched out a big hand, palms and fingers changing, like a lotus blooming in the void, beautiful.
Dangdang!
The clear voice rang out, and his palms and fingers hit the sky knife, making a sonorous sound.
The idea of peerless Dao, which was shrouded in Tiandao, was directly crushed by him.
Then he grabbed the blade, his arm was shocked, in the man's astonished eyes, when the sound, the sky knife was directly broken.