Ten Thousand Paths to Becoming a God

Chen He’s face changed. How could he not think of his own full-fledged knife? He couldn’t shake the attack route of the nightingale reincarnation. There was no change at all.

"I lost." Chen He stepped back and said to the nightingale.

At night, the right hand swayed, and the reincarnation of the gun was received.

"This is the 13th night win." Chu Lingyi wrote the name of the nightingale on the 13th, and then put it into the signing bucket. At this time, there were seven signs in the barrel.

When the nightingale walked down the platform and passed the front of the main peak, the nightingale owed to the elder who was wearing the linen.

The elder smiled and nodded.

On the side of Taifeng Peak, the nightingale once again returned to the seat after Liu Yangyu owed his debt.

Just sitting down at night, I feel that someone is looking at myself, following the intuition, turning to look at it, the nightingale saw the admiration. [See the book, please

I noticed that the nightingale looked at herself, swearing and licking my teeth, and made a cut-throat action against the nightingale.

The nightingale is just a casual smile, and he knows that the demonstration has no meaning.

"This bastard." Qing Ji saw the act of admiration along the eyes of the nightingale.

"Six sisters, can you apply for a life-and-death battle on the platform?" The nightingale asked, the provocative enthusiasm, and the nightingale also had a heart-breaking heart.

"You can apply, but it is hard to say that approval is not approved." Qing Ji said.

"Thirteen, don't because of other people's emotions." Gong Xuan turned to remind the night owl.

"Su Feng, you are on the 78th?" At this time, Zhuang Zhuang was surprised.

"It’s the 78th, what happened?" said Shi Tianlin’s disciple Su Feng.

"I am seventy-seven!" said Zhuang Zhuang, turning his own sign.

"What is this?" After looking at the strong sign, Su Feng's face was blue.

Among the third generation of disciples under the Taiyang Liuyang Yumen, Zhuang Zhuang is the strongest, followed by Chu Ning and Tang Tian, ​​Su Feng and Zhuang Zhuang, this time the Zongmen test he can go home.

"Nothing, this is just a test, not too much value." Shi Tianlin looked at Su Feng and said.

The battle is constantly going on, and sometimes the disciples with too high peaks have always been victorious.

The first defeat was the autumn scene of the disciple of Liu Peng, the brother of the Five Nights, and he lost to the thousand peaks of the main peak.

Qian Yin is a disciple of Chu Lingqi and one of the twenty-six people who were injured in the ceremony.

The two were originally between the two, and finally because the speed of the thousand hidden faster, the autumn scene was defeated.

"Don't mind, he has a special blood." Gong Xuan comforted the autumn scene back.

"Yes, I can't think of missing a good seedling." Liu Yangyu also nodded, and at the last minute, the speed of the thousand hidden, and then pale, this is the performance of the power of blood.

Su Feng is strong against the top, and there is no abstention from everyone's expectations. It is a serious attempt. This is not something that will happen to disciples of other peaks.

"Master, they fight like this, isn't it cheaper?" Nangong asked his teacher, South China.

"Yes, but Su Feng performed very well, so letting go of a war is a respect for the strong, but also a respect for yourself." South China said.

"We are too **** disciples to be bloody, when we can't lose blood, and when war can't be lost, you must remember this!" Gong Xuan said to the disciples of Taifeng.

Nan Gongyi and others all owe their debts. She now understands that her own ideas are misunderstood. Su Feng can not fight, but it is equal to insulting and growing, and he is sorry for his own hard work for nearly a year.

"In a moment, you will meet with the vain and directly admit defeat." Gong Xuan added another sentence.

After listening to Gong Xuan’s words, Nangong and Zhuangzhuang and others were stunned because of the inconsistency of Gong Xuan’s.

"This is the command of the elders. It is different from your own attitude. The orders of the elders are listening." South China said.

"Some don't understand, right? Because you have thirteen uncles, you can't use your dead, the face of Taifeng will not be lost, and you are fighting against the fool now, not bloody, reckless." Yang Lei Said the opening.

The admiration has always been provocative, falling from the beast to the fool in the eyes of Yang Lei.

"I really want to kill him," said the sturdy teeth.

"Not only do you want to kill him, but your thirteen uncle also thinks." Qing Ji lifted his chin in the direction of the nightingale.

"Thirteen, are you afraid that he hurts them?" Yang Lei pointed to Chu Ning and others.

"On the one hand, I think he is a scourge." The nightingale said.

"Master, what is the guy doing?" asked Nangong.

"Juyuan eight." South China glanced at the empty side and said.

"It doesn't matter, the thirteen uncle can clean up him." Nangong said with a wave of arms.

Tang Tian and Chu Ning and others also waved their arms and expressed their views.

"Is so confident in your thirteen divisions?" Gong Xuan asked with a smile.

"Well, we all have confidence in the thirteen divisions." Nangong黛 nodded very seriously, and the smile on his face was gone.

"You don't understand, this guy lives with the monsters from a young age, the character is tyrannical, the talent is very high, it is called the copper and iron bones, the power is infinite, and the repair is higher than you, it is very difficult to deal with." The mouth said that he was still worried about the nightingale.

"The second brother is relieved, I can." The nightingale expresses his point of view.

When a few people chatted, Su Feng was defeated. After all, he was a little weaker and stronger in the cultivation, and now he is already close to the peak.

The battle was going on, the nightingale began to look at it, and I was going to look at the strengths of others, but then gave up, because few people used their combat skills and there were not many combat skills. They all relied on cultivation and instinct to fight.

One hour passed, the first round was over, and half of them were eliminated. Taifeng’s autumn scenery and Su Feng’s exit.

Then there is the second round.

Chu Lingyi shook a few times to sign the barrel, then put it aside, then shouted an elite disciple of the main peak to draw the lottery, in order to avoid suspected cheating.

The disciples of Taifeng Peak went up one by one, and all the other disciples of the other peaks were met.

The cultivation of these foreign disciples is keeping up, but the flaw is that the talents are not enough, there is no teacher, no one is pointing, and the strength is that the cultivation is relatively solid.

Such a foreign disciple has no comparability with the third generation of Taifeng, and the third generation of disciples of Taifeng have successfully advanced.

The nightingale sat steadily, and there was no stage in the vain. He now looks forward to a little bit of confrontation with himself, and the disciples who are too peak have lost a huge threat.

After Zhuang Zhuang was called to the stage, Chu Lingqi once again shouted a name, Taifeng Nangong Temple.

"What is the situation? The five divisions have become internal killers?" Su Feng said with a wink.