Immortal God Asura

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Ling Xue, wearing a veil, covered the beautiful beauty, looked at Yan Wuchang slightly, and walked to the corner. He simply lowered his head to Yan Qing on the Yanwu stage, and greeted, He ignored the astonishing and surprised eyes and comments from the audience and stood there quietly.

Like a blooming snowdrop, not only did cold air seep in, but it also gave people a holy and clean spirit.

"Xun Qing and Ling Xue, beautiful and beautiful, rare encounters."

"Today was a party."

"Qing Qing came for Qin Ming, why did Ling Xue come?"

"Whatever you do. There are games to watch, there are beautiful women to admire, really fun today."

The sensation caused by Ling Xue's arrival lasted for a while, and just to calm down a little, someone special came to the scene.

Mu Cheng's! Disciple Jin Yao, Mu Jian from Jin Jian!

"Why is he here? Qin Ming's challenge was worth it for him to watch the war?" The self-disciplined disciple Ding Dian was a majestic and ugly person, but he was extremely wild, like a ferocious beast standing on his head. Mu Cheng, cold humming.

“Oh, how could he care about Qin Ming's fight, he only witnessed how Qin Ming died.” Han Chiye smiled and approached Ding Dian. This was a beautiful and handsome boy, somewhat feminine, but also had a kind of urgency In his aura, only a few people practiced phantom swords, he had cast them to the extreme, he had cast them to the extreme, and there are some rivals in many strong personal biographical disciples.

Mu Cheng Yang Gang was handsome, his eyes were deep, his temperament was very prominent. In the mind of Qingyun Zong's disciple, two Mu Cheng words were extremely important, they were geniuses among geniuses, and they were chosen a thousand miles away.

The identity of Jin Jin's disciple was supreme glory.

The male and female disciples were amazed at him. When one's talents and achievements far exceed his and can only look up, there will be no jealousy, only jealousy and admiration.

Mu Cheng ignored the agitation of Yanwu Stadium, standing coldly in the corner of Yanwu Stadium, waiting for the start of the game, but sometimes he looked at Xiao Qing a little softly.

He was basically unconcerned and rarely approached people. Not a single one of the hundreds of thousands of disciples in Yanwu Field dared to speak to him, and no one stood in front of him. He intentionally or unintentionally emptied the channel that extended to Yanwutai for him to watch the battle. .

The atmosphere at the scene continued to be enthusiastic. The appearances of Mu Cheng, Tieshanhe, Tong Qing, Ling Xue, and Ding Dian and the other disciples made the game today look a little more hopeful, and the specifications were almost improved. Hehe people gathered.

Not long after, Mu Zixiu was surrounded by over a dozen disciples and came to Yanwu Stadium, immediately becoming the focus of the spectators.

Many autobiographical students watched him frown.

They all knew that Mu Zixiu was taken away by the elders to personally adjust it. Qing Yunzong was ranked among the top five strongmen. Although the elders had received many private disciples, they rarely used big hands. The time to listen with my own hands, this time with Mu Zixiu's retreat for a month, it was envy and jealousy.

If not for this challenge, how could the elders train personally? Mu Zixiu made a lot of money.

With a smile on his face, Mu Zixiu walked over to Yanwutai with countless screams and praise. He loved the scene and enjoyed the atmosphere. He had indeed grown significantly in this month, not only had his country reached the peak of Seventh Heaven, the Zhenlei trial had also been fully realized, but there were even more shocking advantages.

He understood what the elders meant, and since he had expended so much energy to cultivate himself, he would look forward to the corresponding benefits.

How do I play today? The Wasted Qin Ming! Put away his martial arts altogether to see how arrogant he was.

"Mu Zixiu's breath should be at its peak in the Seventh Heaven."

"The elder personally listened. The peak of the Seventh Heaven was reasonable. I suspect he may have other benefits."

"Mu Xixiu threatened. Qin Ming is in danger today."

"Qin Ming was extremely powerful, but vulnerable to Mu Zixiu's lightning and martial arts."

"Qin Ming Realm is too low."

Many disciples had seen Mu Zixiu change, and it was another jealous argument.

Mu Zixiu was very happy when he saw the likes of Qi Qing, Mu Cheng, Tie Shanhe, etc. This scene and the makeup of the match were worthy of his performance.

When he saw Ling Xue, his face smiled even deeper.

He loved Ling Xue.

But ...

What about people? Qin Ming seems to be leaving.

"What about Qin Mingren? Why didn't you come?"

"Isn't that scary? Is there so much difference, you might die if you come."

"Don't you just want to admit defeat, Mu Zixiu will spare him?"

This way, after a full half hour, the disciples in Yanwu did not see Qin Ming's shadow, and even Mu Zixiu was annoying on stage. Doesn't this kid not dare to rule?

Caiyi was also strange, it was reasonable to say that Qin Ming was not the kind that would shrink, Why hasn't he appeared yet?

"Sister, what's going on? Do you want me to find Qin Gongzi?"

"Wait a minute, he'll come."

Not long after, as martial arts began to riot, and people became increasingly dissatisfied, someone shouted, "Here we go."

Qin Ming had not appeared on the stone steps until now. What the hell is he doing? He forgot! He really knew that he was going to play today, and he had purposely prepared it, but the cultivator forgot the time, and it was half the morning when he opened his eyes. He picked up two dried breads and a pickle and rushed over here.

Near the top of the mountain, the two loaves finished eating with pickled vegetables. When they saw the small waterfall next to them, they turned around and drank cold water and washed their faces. This scene was seen by the disciples at the top of the mountain, with black lines on their faces one by one. What is this boy doing? Don't know if it will affect your life or death today? Can you grab a snack?

“Are you okay?” Caiyi was the first to meet, worried about whether Qin Ming was under psychological pressure.

"It's okay, I've forgotten the time." Qin Ming smiled, walked through the crowd to stage Wutai, and nodded at Xi Qing, and then faced Mu Zixiu: "I've waited a long time."

“Are you kidding?” Mu Zi Xiu shuddered and sneered. He really appreciated his face. The protagonist today was supposed to be himself, but he was delayed by Qin Ming for an hour and a half, making himself stand on stage like a fool and wait.

"We don't seem to have a specific time, do we? You're in a hurry to show it off, and you can blame me?" Qin Ming twisted his neck, loosened his shoulders, and moved his entire body muscles.

“Give me some embarrassment, so don't blame me.” Mu Zixiu's face sank and she dared to hit me? When could ordinary disciples become arrogant with their disciples?

Qin Ming clenched his fists and showed an arrogant initial movement, inviting Mu Zixiu: "Get up. Be careful with my fist, it might not hurt you, but it won't just tickle."

At this moment, a cry came from the crowd. "Lingu Wuzhong? Isn't Qin Ming a triple?"

The one who exclaimed was the student of Ding Dian's personal biography. He had been staring at Qin Ming. The more he looked, the more wrong he was. Until Qin Ming raised the gas field, he suddenly realized that this was not the spiritual field of Lingu Triple Sky. Wuzhongtian tends to be stable.

A month ago, Qin Ming had to be Lingwu's triple sky. Breaking from a triple sky to a quadruple sky in a month should be the limit. How could the fifth heaven.

"Fiveth Heaven? That's right." Yan Wuchang immediately exclaimed.

“Wu Wutianmu?” Mu Zixiu looked dignified and observed Qin Ming closely.

"Just broke through." Qin Ming acknowledged.

"Yes, it seems a little." Mu Zixiu quickly calmed down, but found it interesting. If Qin Ming had only three times and four times, there was no motivation for the abuse, and now he had finally aroused his interest. Although Wu Zhongtian realm was still a joke in front of Qi Zhongtian, it was at least a must-play.

Cai Yili made a fragrance: "Are you ready? When will it start?"

“Start now.” Mu Zixiu went to Qin Ming, waited for an hour, was very upset, too lazy to speak nonsense, and started directly.

"When." Qin Ming waved his hand.

“I heard that you have been training with strength and strength, how many steps have you trained?” Mu Zixiu sneered, walking slowly and casually, with eyes fixed on Qin Ming, his momentum becoming increasingly viscous, belligerent. Increasingly, it was as if only Qin Ming was left in his world.

As soon as the war broke out, the atmosphere of Yanwu Stadium started to tense up.