Chapter 870

Nangong wants to open Zheng Feiyue's brain to see if there is paste in it?

Do you want your life to pretend?

She asked as like as two peas. "What do you think?"

"Win this duel and push back the evil god sect. Xiannvfeng will be the science and technology R & D center of Xianwang and move towards the great road to change the world." Zheng Feiyue said faintly.

Nangong listened to the misty water, and thousands of words merged into three words: "are you stupid?"

Zheng Feiyue shook his head and looked like a summer insect.

The battle under the stage continues.

That broken tooth was very powerful. Once the bloody sword was released, it killed the rest of the practitioners. When there were more than seven corpses in the challenge arena, no one dared to fight again.

The treasures on the table were colorful, but no one could take one. Even the Chixiao sword returned to the stage, plus a freshly baked body.

Wang Xiaohua sent someone to catch San Xiu, who defeated the disciple of the five ghost sect, and killed him cruelly.

His meaning is very clear: dismantle the platform!

Dismantle Zheng Feiyue's platform!

Don't you want to heat up? Yes, let the body and blood come to the hot field. As for your things, whoever takes them will die!

Zheng Feiyue was still smiling and sat down on the Diaoyutai, as if he couldn't see Wang Xiaohua's dismantling behavior. Anyway, he took out the things. Whoever wants to take them depends on his courage and life.

"Is there anyone else?"

Broken teeth shouted. He was covered with blood. There was no expression on his face, as if he had just killed a group of lambs instead of living people.

The casual practitioners didn't dare to go. They counseled quickly.

Wang Xiaohua's skill was disgusting, but no one dared to gossip, so she had to swallow her reluctance.

Broken teeth shook his head and left without looking at the treasures on the table.

"Well done."

Wang Xiaohua smiled and finally found some face. Her eyes looked at Zheng Feiyue through the heads and wiped the knife in her hand.

When the scattered cultivation is out, it is time for the large number of disciples to compete.

Lao Qi waved to a disciple behind him. The latter nodded, his body shone golden light, hit the challenge arena like a meteorite, and said in a deep voice: "mingwangzong, challenge the Taoist friends of all sects!"

"God medicine sect to fight!"

A disciple of Shenyao sect responded decisively, and the two fought.

At this point, the time for the disciples to compete finally came, and Wang Xiaohua didn't send anyone to make trouble.

Time passed little by little until evening came.

The competition among the disciples of various schools was also over. On the premise that the evil god sect did not participate, it was Wang Zongqiang of the Ming Dynasty who took the lead, but it was a pity that no one applauded.

But it doesn't matter. Zheng Feiyue gives a round of applause.

There was not only applause, but also the treasures at that table, all of which were given to the disciples of Wang Zong of the Ming Dynasty.

This undoubtedly made Zheng Feiyue brush a wave of favor among the disciples of the Ming wangzong. Many disciples who were not interested in him also showed a smiling face at the moment.

Money moves people.

With the last ray of afterglow falling, the torch arranged in advance on the back mountain is lit, and the fire light emitted by the special fuel is very bright, just like a bright torch.

It was as if something invisible was fermenting in the air.

The huge venue gradually quieted down. More than 2000 people didn't say a word in the light of the fire, but their eyes were brighter than the light of the fire, with excitement and eagerness.

In the darkness around, there are several mysterious and powerful smells hidden, like guarding the safety of more than 2000 people, but actually monitoring.

Everyone can feel that when night comes, the host of the venue... Changes.

A long yawn sounded on the observation platform.

Wang Xiaohua stood up, casually carried the knife in her hand and murmured, "the boring time has finally passed. It's really exciting to start a good play."

After saying that, he walked slowly to the challenge arena.

Under the light of the fire, his eyes were boiling, the magic knife in his hand had already been out of the scabbard, and the blood red blade emitted a strange light under the light of the fire.

"Zheng Feiyue, come to war!"

The roar sounded.

Hoo!

When the wind blew, Zheng Feiyue also appeared on the stage, holding a long golden stick in his hand, as if it were a living creature, trembling gently in his master's hand, as if he were also longing for the battle.

Wang Xiaohua was not in a hurry to start, or he wanted to make this dream moment stay longer, put his knife in his hand and asked, "how long has it been?"

"What? How long?"

"How long have we known each other?" asked Wang Xiaohua.

Zheng Feiyue thought and said, "it's been several years. I remember when we first met, you wanted to kill me like a mad dog. I don't know. You thought I threw away your ancestral grave."

Wang Xiaohua took a deep breath and said, "don't you want to know why I want to kill you?"

Zheng Feiyue sighed and said, "who cares about the idea of a madman? To be honest, I was very upset when I saw you at first sight, but I'm not a madman."

"Yes, I just don't like you. Anyone I don't like will die!" Wang Xiaohua said fiercely.

"Do you think evil spirits are cool?"

Zheng Feiyue asked a very sharp question.

Wang Xiaohua: "

Anger is burning, the eyes are turning red, and the killing intention is soaring.

"Come on, let's have a good fight and thoroughly understand the gratitude and resentment over the years. In an instant, you mean madman!"

Zheng Feiyue raised the golden stick and sent out an invitation to fight.

There was a boiling on the viewing platform.

"It's starting! It's finally starting!"

"What courage do you think shopkeeper Zheng has? Wang Xiaohua has joined the Tao, and has a peerless sword and peerless fighting skills. Isn't this trying to die?"

"I think with the shrewdness of shopkeeper Zheng, I won't fight unprepared battles."

"Even if there is a card, can returning to emptiness win the way? I've heard that refining God wins returning to emptiness, but returning to emptiness wins the way. It's nonsense!"

"Yes, the difference between returning to emptiness and combining Tao is not only the difference of true yuan, but also the understanding of heaven and earth Avenue. No one can step on this gap."

"Even if he Zheng Feiyue was stunned and determined, what if he stepped over? Now the venue has been controlled by the evil god sect. The left and right Dharma protectors and eight big friars raided the array. Who do you want to kill?"

"Hey..."

On the observation deck.

Nangong and Laoqi were separated by a position. The former lifted his hair and said anxiously, "brother Qi, it's a dead end tonight. How do you think he will crack it?"

The old seven said lightly, "don't you plan to save the heart demon Valley? As far as I know, the valley master and Zheng Feiyue seem to have a good friendship, and based on your relationship with evil gods..."

"I have nothing to do with evil gods." Nangong hurriedly interrupted and seemed to be very taboo to mention the name, "and my relationship with Zheng Feiyue is not what you think. I wish I could kill that boy."

Old seven smelled the speech and took a deep look at Nangong.

"Hum!"

A cold hum came from the side. It was the Mingqi master of the magic weapon sect. He was obviously dissatisfied with Nangong's attitude.

Nangong turned to glare and said, "Mingqi, do you have anything to say?"

"I... no... No."

The Mingqi was stared at by Nangong, and his face turned red. He bowed his head and whispered sophistry. Before he finished speaking, he lost his voice.

After all, Nangong was his dream when he was young.