Chapter 4221: : Persuaded?

After twitching for about seven or eight breaths, the dead dog finally passed out all day long, and the muddy miserable feeling fell in everyone's eyes, making them shudder.

How miserable!

I don't know how many bones have been broken, all around are limp, and no one is intact.

"Put it down and get treatment immediately."

The voice of the second seat Amano sounded again, and someone immediately rushed out and lifted it all day long, quickly lifting it away from the holy place of coronation.

Everyone still kept their clay-like appearance, motionless, but subconsciously watched being carried out all day long.

Click!

The armrest of the seat under Piao Xin was crushed by her!

The hands in the sleeves were trembling slightly, but Piao Xin's mean face was no longer dissatisfied, only a deep anger and disbelief!

The same is true for Yangshan, his eyes still fixed on Ye Wuque on the altar, with a **** in the day.

The black light was not much better, his face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, and he looked at the ground in front of him without turning his eyes. There were fierce waves in his deep eyes, and he didn't know how many horrible waves were set off in his heart!

All day long!

Among the countless disciples of the Nine Meridians of the Ancient League, apart from the superior Lingzi and the quasi Lingzi, they are in the first echelon, one of the real masters!

Except for the special star veins, sweeping the countless disciples invincible of the other eight veins is almost the strongest pronoun.

But it was this kind of Chengtian Capital, the prestigious Chengtian Capital, and the Chengtian Capital of Quasi Lingzi's strongest competitor, but it was suppressed by Ye Wuque!

How incredible is this?

How terrible is Ye Wuque?

this moment!

In the hearts of all the Jiumai disciples, there is no longer just pure awe for Ye Wuque, but a touch of fear has poured out!

Unable to hide the fear!

But after the fear, there is another admiration from the depths of the soul!

Only such a person is worthy to become the seventh quasi-spirited son of the Ancient League, completely surpassing all living beings, and becoming a pivotal figure in the hearts of countless disciples of the Ancient League.

"Who else wants to challenge Ye Wuque?"

Between the dead world and the earth, the low voice of the second seat Amano sounded as always, falling in everyone's ears, like thunder and trembling.

For an instant, everyone's eyes all subconsciously looked at the four figures at the forefront of the Jiumai disciple.

Huateng!

Xiao Yuanqing!

White door willow!

Qianhui!

These four people are the biggest contenders for the position of quasi-spiritual son, besides Cho Chengdu, and the four of them also exist alongside Cheng Tiandu.

For the position of the quasi-spirit, they all desire to the extreme!

But now, he has been beaten into a dead dog all day long, and Ye Wuque can't even take a single move!

The four of them who are not the same as all days...

Qianhui, the only woman among the four, stared at Ye Wuque on the altar at the moment, and she didn't know what kind of expression was surging on her beautiful face, it was hard to describe.

"What a desperate scene..."

"The pseudo-eight-aperture quasi-legendary Chengtian Capital, the Chengtian Capital who is not the same as us, can't even take a single move..."

This is Bai Menliu's self-talk, his voice has a unique crispness, which is somewhat different from ordinary male voices, very peculiar.

Looking up at Ye Wuque on the altar at the moment, there was a hint of wonder in his eyes, whether he was amazed or ashamed.

Xiao Yuanqing!

This person who likes playing games very much, is also looking at Ye Wuwei at this moment, his gaze slowly goes up the ninety-nine floor of the ladder that has been stained with blood all day long, and the shocking red is reflected in his eyes, deep. His eyes became deep.

"I thought it was a chess piece, but I didn't expect to jump out of the chessboard and become a chess player..."

"For the first time, I misestimated a person..."

Only he himself could hear Xiao Yuanqing's whispers clearly.

However, among the four, there was one who did not move, and that was Huateng!

Like a sculpture, Huateng just stood quietly!

His face seemed to freeze!

A pair of eyes fixed on Ye Wuque who was on the altar, no one knew what he was thinking, but anyone could easily feel the extremely cold aura emanating from him.

Four people and four colors.

The ideas are different.

And the six quasi-spirit children sitting upright at this moment also looked different, especially Wan Yanghao.

"What a ‘shit thing’! Hahahahaha..."

"This way of pressing a deadly opponent is simple and rude, refreshing and compelling, learning, really learning! Hahahaha..."

Wan Yanghao laughed and seemed very happy.

The other five quasi-lingzi also turned their gazes towards Ye Wuqian on the altar, but the eyes of the five were very calm, and there was not the slightest shock and inconceivability of being suppressed by Ye Wuqi's tricks all day long.

Because they are quasi-spirit children!

The young generation of the ancient alliance of the gods, except for the five aloof spirits who have already left their disciples, should respect them and be the pinnacle!

Suppress the whole world with one move?

For them, it's just a little fun to watch.

Coronation Holy Land, still silent!

On the altar.

Ye Wuque stood with his hand in his hand. He stood at the entrance of the ladder, stepped on the blood of Tiandu under his feet, and stood on the blood.

With a brilliant record of suppressing Chengtiandu with one move, at this moment, he is like a great demon king who is crushing all the disciples of the Nine Veins of the Ancient League!

But Ye Wuque's gaze fell condescendingly on the motionless Hua Teng at this time.

"Who else wants to challenge Ye Wuque?"

At this moment, the voice of Ciza Amano sounded again!

At the same time, the second seat Amano's gaze swept over everyone, and continued to speak: "After ten breaths, this seat will ask again, and it will be the last time."

"If no one comes out to challenge, then this challenge to Ye Wuque will be completely over, and Ye Wuque will be officially crowned."

"It's out of date."

"If you don't come out at this time, if you jump out to do something when Ye Wuque is officially crowned, then this seat will personally suppress it!"

After the last two words were exited, an aura of terror engulfed the audience, and all the Jiumai disciples subconsciously stunned!

Countdown to ten breaths, start!

Everyone began to meditate!

But at this moment!

On the altar, Ye Wuque, who had been standing with his hands holding his hands, fell straight on Huateng's body, and his indifferent voice exploded in everyone's ears like thunder!

"Brother Hua."

"I'm waiting for you to come up."

"You won't...could you?"

Huh huh! !

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of everyone between heaven and earth were instantly focused on Huateng's body again!

Huateng's body is still motionless!

But no one saw him, his hands hidden in his sleeves were already shaking! !