Chapter 1165

There are hundreds of mountains in front of Qianshan mausoleum. At the moment, the mountain is an unknown mountain. However, if people stand up one by one, they may be the overlord with a famous reputation. Finding one or stamping their feet can make the Wulin shake!

Following Lin Qingqing's eyes, Zhao Sanjin found that the original location of Zhao Dengxian and Zhao Dengxian had changed early. After a fight, Leng Leng was born and changed a venue. Fortunately, the terrain of Qianshan is vast. If it was put indoors, wouldn't he tear down the house and go out to fight?

In fact, as Lin Qingqing said, only when Zhao Sanjin's eyes fell on Zhao Dengxian's position, Zhao Dengxian's foot had been taken back, and all Zhao Sanjin could see was Zhao Dengxian who was still standing.

As for the man in black of the evil nightmare gate, he had already been lying on the ground. Whether he was dead or alive was unknown.

Compared with the man in black of the evil nightmare sect who is already like a dead dog, Zhao Sanjin Hao Ran also found that Zhao Dengxian's situation is not as good as expected. At least, his blue robe is torn out of shape at the moment.

If it weren't for a fight, Zhao Sanjin would really feel that Zhao Dengxian had just drilled out of the pile of women. It's really Zhao Dengxian's appearance at the moment. It's so vivid that Zhao Sanjin has no reason not to think about it!

"It seems that grandpa has become the first person in this group to solve his opponent." Zhao Sanjin smiled playfully, so that Lin Qingqing had no reason not to give him a white eye. Who can't hear the meaning of Zhao Sanjin's words.

"As far as you can, if you improve your strength earlier, where do you need grandpa to come forward?" you know, after Zhao Sanjin went to join the army, Lin Qingqing spent the most time with Zhao Dengxian in addition to his parents. In a word, it's OK to be rude to me, but it's not good for my parents, and so is Lin Qingqing, Zhao Dengxian can't stand Zhao Sanjin.

Zhao Sanjin, who has a black face, naturally can't say more. Damn it, it's from zero to the baby period in a month. Zhao Sanjin feels that he is about to catch up with the helicopter, but Lin Qingqing is not satisfied.

"Alas! Women who want to be dissatisfied!" Zhao Sanjin whispered in his heart. When he looked back, he saw Lin Qingqing's almost cannibal eyes and a sentence that didn't give Zhao Sanjin any explanation: "who do you say wants to be dissatisfied?"

"Yingying... Linger..." Zhao Sanjin began to talk nonsense, but it was Lin Qingqing's aggressive eyes. Zhao Sanjin could only say with a bitter smile: "yes, it's me!"

"It's almost the same!" Lin Qingqing looked like a small man, so he didn't continue to investigate Zhao Sanjin's trouble.

"Someone has lost!" Zhao Sanjin did not dare to look directly at Lin Qingqing's eyes. However, he could only look at the situation in the thousands of mountains. However, he just glanced at it casually, and Zhao Sanjin's eyes were immediately attracted.

"It seems to be our people!" Lin Qingqing frowned and said anxiously. Looking at the move, it was clear that he wanted to take part in it.

It's just a pity that Lin Qingqing, who hasn't come in a hurry to take a step, was pulled back by Zhao Sanjin. He said unhappily: "you're not dying. Entering Qianshan area represents the exhibition. Do you have enough strength?"

"I......" Lin Qingqing wanted to argue, but he found that he really didn't occupy the road. Helpless, he could only puff up his cheeks angrily, glared at Zhao Sanjin and explained, "I'm not excited for a moment. After all, if one of them dies, there will be less."

Why didn't Zhao Sanjin understand this truth? It's just that he can't take the risk. Fortunately, Lin Qingqing was just in a hurry, so he wanted to run in and save people. He was scolded by Zhao Sanjin, but he woke up a lot.

"Don't worry, Grandpa will save people!" Zhao Sanjin gave Lin Qingqing a comforting look.

There is constant fighting in Qianshan Mountain. However, as time goes on, the strong among all sects, or the people in black from the evil nightmare sect, have lost. However, in general, Qianshan mausoleum has a great advantage!

Of course, to say the most wonderful battle, it is estimated that it will be a vigorous competition between Bai Wuyan and the old devil!

Because Zhao Sanjin, a group of people watching the play, is a distance from Bai Wuyan and they are both at a distance, they can't see the dense sweat on their forehead at the moment.

Just as Zhao Sanjin thought before, strength is actually someone's competition of internal power. Even, make a bold assumption. Maybe the internal power in martial arts novels is actually the so-called strength.

You know, the outer Wulin is actually the epitome of a Chinese Central Plains land and a Wulin thousands of years ago. The inner Wulin is an era of scientific and technological progress, while the outer Wulin still stays in the Central Plains land thousands of years ago.

Of course, this is just a guess of Zhao Sanjin. No one can know whether it is so.

In the thousand mountains, within the scope of Bai Wuyan and the old devil, an invisible barrier is gradually forming, which wraps both of them. Especially with the increase of the barrier, the dense sweat on their foreheads becomes more dense. In the next moment, they may be able to sweat like rain directly.

"Let's go and talk to my father first!" Zhao Sanjin took Lin Qingqing and returned to the outside of the conference hall. Looking at the scene that everyone's eyes fell on Bai Wuyan, he couldn't help laughing bitterly: "it seems that such a war is rare!"

"Of course!" even Lin Qingqing could perfectly answer Zhao Sanjin's question and said, "in today's outer Wulin, even if there was a war before the emergence of magic nightmare gate, it was just a small fight. There would be no strong players at the level of xiaojimie at all. In this way, the strong players at the later stage of xiaojimie would not touch each other."

Zhao Sanjing is naturally convinced of this explanation, and he really has nothing to say.

"Where have you been?" looking at Zhao Sanjin and Lin Qingqing who appeared next to him, Dongfang Haotian stared at them angrily.

"Isn't this going to see if your old daughter-in-law will be all right?" Zhao Sanjin looked depressed and white. He glanced at Dongfang Haotian. Damn it, you don't care about your daughter-in-law and don't allow your son to care about your daughter-in-law?

After sipping his mouth, Dongfang Haotian really had nothing to say. He could only nod his head and say, "OK, are they all right?"

"It's all right!" Zhao Sanjin nodded noncommittally and asked, "what kind of situation is the battle in Qianshan now?"

"Not optimistic!" Dongfang Haotian frowned lightly, analyzed it briefly like Zhao Sanjin, and said: "apart from the collision between the strongest white Valley master and the heart demon old man, the remaining 23 people, we really have to have the upper hand. Even in half an hour, we can end the battle!"

Zhao Sanjin nodded and looked at Dongfang Haotian suspiciously. He was just about to ask. Since the battle is about to end, why is it not optimistic?

It seems that he saw the doubts in Zhao Sanjin's heart. Dongfang Haotian smiled and said slowly, "it's just a pity that what we see is just some superficial phenomena!"

"Among the thousand mountain mausoleums, the white Valley master is the representative at the moment, and the old devil in the evil nightmare gate is also the representative. Once the white Valley master is defeated, everything they have done will return to its original shape overnight."

Dongfang Haotian looked at Zhao Sanjin with some thought-provoking eyes. The meaning was already obvious. As the main representative of honor and disgrace, Bai Wuyan, once he won, his plan to catch all the people in the Wulin would mean failure, but on the contrary, the outcome would be just the opposite.

"Do you mean that the white Valley leader will lose?" Zhao Sanjin asked with some concern.

However, Dongfang Haotian could only respond with a helpless wry smile and shook his head and said, "it's hard to say who wins and who loses, but the odds of the white Valley master are not big!"

What Dongfang Haotian didn't tell Zhao Sanjin was that Bai Wuyan still had an old disease that he didn't know. Zhao Dengxian told him.

"Is there so many people here today that no one can compete with the old devil?" Zhao Sankin frowned lightly, obviously some can't accept this fact.

"Whether you can compete or not is actually secondary. The most important problem is that if you are not a famous person for a long time, the old devil will not fight hard!" Dongfang Haotian smiled bitterly and seemed helpless.

"It's really a lot of broken rules!" Zhao Sanjin said to himself, and his eyes fell directly on Bai Wuyan. In his heart, he secretly cheered: "white old man, you must solve the old devil in your heart!"

In the thousand mountains, the barrier in front of Bai Wuyan and the old devil has become bigger and bigger. It feels as if it will be broken in the next moment.

"Go on, you will die!" the evil old man suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Bai Wuyan coldly and said.

"I've lived for nearly a hundred years, and now I don't regret dying!" Bai Wuyan smiled softly and didn't open his eyes, but his words seemed quite indifferent.

"Madman!" a flustered look flashed in the eyes of the evil old man. He looked at Bai Wuyan coldly and roared, "let's go now. Today, my evil nightmare door will leave first!"

"The devil's nightmare sect is an evil devil, and there will be times of fear?" Bai Wuyan looked at the old devil with a playful face and smiled, disdaining the way: "since you have already started, you still want to leave so safely without paying a price? Should you really deceive me?"