Chapter 67: The struggle for luck?

The human face changed slightly, Lan Que's strength was not clear to them, but since they dared to stand up, how could the strength be weaker than Jin Sheng?

When Lan Que's gaze swept past, many people's gazes were a little dodge, and they didn't dare to look directly.

"You're the Yulin monster that you said last time, your second uncle is here to fight you!" When the human monk was helpless, a loud shout rang out.

Immediately afterwards, a fat man wearing a white shirt stepped into the air holding a golden halberd, and appeared in front of Lan Que, looking at the opposite Lan Que with disdain.

The person here is not someone else, it is Nangong Xiaoxiao. The last time he met Lan Que, the reason why he knew the Lundao Tea Party was also from Lan Que's mouth.

"A group of scumbags." Nangong Xiaoxiao stopped her figure, glanced back at the crowd, took a sputum and said: "Return to the ancient human race, bah!"

It is no wonder that Nangong Xiaoxiao is so angry, the Human Race does not lack geniuses, Beichen Star Soul, Ji Wuyan, Emperor Ziyan, Huang Wulin and others are all real geniuses.

But now, after seeing the human monk losing several games in a row and being killed by the opponent, no one has stood up.

Obviously, they are all scared!

The human monk's face was pale, and many people stared at Nangong Xiaoxiao angrily, and even hated Nangong Xiaoxiao.

However, Nangong Xiaoxiao ignored it, holding the Zhantian Halberd, pointing to the opposite Lan Que and said: "Fish scale monster, come and die!"

"court death!"

Lan Que was furious, and was frightened by Xiao Fan's strength last time and had no choice but to leave, but now, with so many people present, he was naturally fearless in the face of Nangong Xiaoxiao alone.

When the voice fell, Lan Que suddenly stepped into the air, his body bursting with a brilliant blue light, and he did not know when a blue long sword appeared in his hand, and it smashed down vertically.

How could Nangong Xiaoxiao retreat, and his fighting spirit was soaring, turning into a flash of lightning to greet him.

At the same time, Jin Sheng did not hesitate to choose to fight with Zhan Huangtian. He did not dare to kill, for fear of attracting the thunder to kill him.

However, he didn't need to behead Zhan Huangtian, just drag Zhan Huangtian.

Now that the cultivators of all races are temporarily allied, how can they be afraid of a human race?

The two battlefields continued to climb, and then entered the depths of the starry sky. The crowd could only vaguely see two shadows. The speed of the two was so fast that ordinary people could not capture their figures.

"I also want to try the human genius, who will come next?" At this moment, a sneer suddenly came from the foreign monks.

When the crowd looked out, they saw a monk with a head and a horse taking a step forward, holding a dark long bow in one arm, looking at the human monk coldly.

"Mingma tribe, Ma Ruming?" Guan Xiaoqi in the crowd showed a weird look, but he didn't mean to act.

The first time they met a foreigner, there was the Mingma tribe. At that time, there were seven of them, but Xiao Fan and the others slaughtered four and only three fled.

This Ma Ruming was one of the three escaped.

Guan Xiaoqi's gaze followed the direction Ma Ruming walked out, but he saw the Dog Yuan of the Tengu tribe and the Ape Tyrant of the Blood Ape tribe.

He didn't expect that these three races had not been afraid of being killed yet, so he dared to participate in the tea party to make trouble with the human race.

"Is there no one in the human race? In that case, what does this ancient road of human race mean to you?" Ma Ruming coldly swept across the human race monk, his face showing pride.

"It turned out to have broken through the peak of the Great Emperor Realm. No wonder it's so arrogant." Guan Xiaoqi glanced at Ma Ruming speechlessly.

He wanted to rush to fight a battle and fight for the human race, but before the battle, he was much calmer than Nangong Xiaoxiao.

Nangong Xiaoxiao was uncomfortable being underestimated by the foreigners, couldn't swallow this breath, and went to the battlefield without even thinking about it.

But Guan Xiaoqi understood that there are still so many Terran cultivators here, and it is impossible for no one to go up. Those of the ancient Jiang family will definitely not miss this great opportunity for performance.

It’s just that Guan Xiaoqi didn’t understand, what was the purpose of holding this tea ceremony by foreigners who worked so hard?

Is it just as simple as testing the strength of the human race?

"I will fight you!"

A loud shout interrupted Guan Xiaoqi's thoughts, but a man wearing a white shirt stood up, his black hair flying, his whole body was full of sword energy, and he was extremely serious.

"Yu Wanjian!" The crowd showed a look of surprise, looking at Yu Wanjian expectantly.

If Xiao Fan heard this name, he would definitely be astonished. This person is the second-ranked person on the Hundred Kills list, and the ranking is still ahead of him.

Yu Wanjian's eyes were cold, he glanced high in the sky, and then fell on Ma Ruming again, as if expressing his dissatisfaction with Nangong Xiaoxiao.

Just now Nangong Xiaoxiao mocked the human cultivator, Yu Wanjian was naturally not convinced, but he had to treat it with caution when facing foreign geniuses.

Over the years, Yu Wanjian also broke through to the late stage of the Great Emperor Realm, with extremely powerful strength, and few enemies of the same rank.

However, judging from the breath, it is still slightly inferior to Ma Ruming, after all, Ma Ruming is the pinnacle of the Great Emperor Realm.

"Since you want to die, you will be perfect!" Ma Ruming let out a long roar, his body was full of black light, and then he spouted golden flames in vain.

From a distance, it looked like a war horse from the netherworld, with a mighty momentum, rushing towards it with a domineering murderous aura.

That kind of exuberant vitality, like a galaxy surging, flooding the sky, terrifying, dimming the entire sky, as if the end is coming.

Yu Wanjian's eyes condensed, his blood qi rolled, billions of sword qi gushing out, condensing into a galaxy, facing Ma Ruming.

The expressions of the crowd suddenly became tense, and there was hope in their eyes.

"Human Race has lost five games, this time we must win!"

"If I can't breathe under the pressure of a foreigner, my human luck will inevitably be lost, and it will be even more difficult to break through the ancient road of trials in the future."

"Don't worry, Emperor Ziyan and Huang Wulin haven't done anything yet. We will definitely win."

The crowd whispered, their fists clenched, as if they were on the scene.

"Human luck is lost?" Guan Xiaoqi frowned upon hearing the words of the surrounding cultivators.

Immediately after that, his pupils shrank slightly, as if he was thinking of something, and said in surprise: "Is it true that the rumors are true, and the race dispute is actually a battle of luck?"

Qi Luck is something that is invisible and intangible, but Guan Xiaoqi knows that it really exists, and it is related to the survival of the human race.

To break through the realm of the Great Emperor, it is not so much necessary to condense Qi, as it is to gather Qi Yun, condense into Qi Yun, in order to reach a higher level.

For example, the Tianwu Ancient Realm, because it is only an ancient realm with weak luck, it cannot support a large number of Great Emperor Realm breakthroughs. This is one of the reasons why the Great Emperor Realm cultivators are so rare.

"If it's a struggle for luck, then the human race really can't lose." Guan Xiaoqi squinted his eyes and stared at the battle high in the sky.