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Chapter 50 Compete [Please read more, my treasure]

Wait for Li Beimu to react.

Only then did he realize that he was already standing on a huge high platform.

Surrounded by stone piers, most of them are acquaintances.

Qingxuan Mountain Saintess Zhao Wanqing, Huang Jiao who likes to sleep, Ape Huo with scars all over, and Cang Er with cat ears pricked up.

Of course, there are also several strange figures.

And some other figures that were familiar but disappeared, such as Jian Jiu, Ying Yao Xiao Zuo, and his younger brother Bai Kuu that he had taken in earlier.

So, this is the final battle?

Are there only ten desperate people left?

"Zhang San!"

"I think you are still alive, you finally came out!"

As soon as he appeared, Cang'er's voice sounded in Li Bei Muxin Lake.

He nodded to him, indicating that nothing happened.

But then he found that Zhao Wanqing on the other side was also staring at him, and then nodded to her.

"There are still desperate people? How can you appear here!"

A question came from a higher place in the cloud.

Li Beimu looked up, only to see a figure shrouded in mist questioning him.

He ignored it and turned to look left and right.

The one on the left is an old acquaintance, Taoist Le Tian, ​​and the one on the right is the black-robed monk who was robbed by him.

"How many games is this?"

Now that things have happened, he finally understands that the final battle has begun, and he doesn't know how long he has been in that prison.

"It's the last game."

Taoist Le Tian couldn't see clearly.

Li Beimu hadn't appeared for a long time before, Taoist Letian really thought he had died in this dangerous and desperate ancient city.

But I never thought that even at this last moment, he would still appear!

"Ask you, why don't you speak!"

A loud shout came from above the head, and it seemed that divine power was about to descend.

at the same time.

Cang'er's urgent voice sounded from Li Bei's Muxin Lake, "Quickly answer him, he is from this ancient city of despair, and he is in charge of the final battle between the ten of us, in terms of strength, Stronger than ten of us combined!"

"Don't worry." Li Beimu replied through voice transmission, but said softly on his mouth: "Senior."

In an instant.

Before the gray mist cultivator fell down and the coercion descended, all the people present bowed and bowed, and a panicked loud sound followed and resounded through the entire sky, like a divine word.

"Incorporate him."

Ok?
It wasn't that senior's voice, this voice was powerful and sounded like a middle-aged man.But whoever he is, as long as he can help himself at this moment.

As soon as the voice came out, he looked at the misty figure again, only to see that he was trembling, and he cupped his hands far away towards a higher place in the sky.

It wasn't until the coercion was gone that he stood up again, looked down at Li Beimu, a trace of fear flashed in his pupils covered by mist, but in the end he didn't say any more, just stood like a stone statue.

Li Beimu withdrew his gaze and looked at Taoist Le Tian and the black-robed monk who were still standing on the left and right. "This is the last match. Are you two fighting for the top of the desperate?"

"That's right." A voice came from inside the black robe, obviously he had some scruples about the notorious Zhang San of the Red Chamber.

"Then I'm sorry, the position of the leader of the desperate is of great use to me. So this position... I want it." Li Beimu looked up at the gray mist monk again, and found that he was still standing like an old man. The monk said again: "If you are not convinced, you can go up together."

As he said that, he looked around again, looked at those desperate people who were already sitting on the stone pier and had their order, and said with a smile: "If anyone of you refuses to accept, you can go up together."

As soon as these words came out, there was silence above the entire cloud.

Even the people in the mist hanging in the curtain of the day couldn't help but wake up and stare down.

He has been in charge of this desperate battle for dozens of sessions.

In this final battle of scrambles, it is not uncommon for the talented and glamorous people to be destroyed all the way, and it is common for them to fight for their lives.

But I have never seen such a domineering and bold person.

How dare one person single out all the other desperate people.

You must know that those who can survive on the scene are mostly the favored children of the heavens in the major holy places, and there are even some holy sons and daughters of the major holy places.

With such a group of desperate people, there are still people who dare to single out all of them.

Could it be that this is courting death?
But thinking of the loud voice just now, he hesitated again. Since he can get the attention of the higher authorities in this ancient city, maybe he really has this strength.

And a group of desperate people also pondered for a long time.

In the end, Cang'er was the first to speak, "I take it."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yuan Huo next to her also hurriedly said: "Me, and me!"

"Whatever you want." Huang Jiao lay on the stone pier, yawned, and lay down again.

"not my business."

This is what Zhao Wanqing said.

Li Beimu's eyes drifted away from them, the sea of ​​bitterness closed on his body, and he lost all breath.

"Since it's Zhang Daoyou in person, the position of the leader of the desperate ones, the poor Taoist will naturally give up." Le Tian Taoist walked away from the sapphire platform and landed on the second stone pier.

Seeing such a situation, not to mention other people, even Li Beimu was a little surprised. If he was talking about the desperate people present, who was he most worried about?

The rest of the monks, although they are also strong, at least they can see their heads.

Not like this old Taoist...

"Why, how many people can't beat you alone?"

Seeing that the Misty Man sitting here didn't respond, Wolf Smoke in the distance suddenly stood up and said loudly.

"Count me in."

On a nearby stone pier, a figure is ethereal and ethereal.

Li Beimu also observed it for a long time, and seeing it making a sound at this moment, he finally noticed its existence.

Foreign races, most of them have the talent to hide their bodies, what exactly is it... the predecessors are so ignorant that they can't see anything.

"Who else?"

Li Beimu looked at the remaining few people.

Except for the black-robed monks on the field, there were only three left who hadn't made a statement yet.

One of the women was wearing a green dress with a bumpy figure and a pair of crystal clear jade feet. Her slender legs were faintly visible in the skirt and danced lightly.

Sensing Li Beimu's gaze, she smiled and leaned forward slightly, as if giving a salute, "Miao Miao should listen to Zhang Daoyou's arrangements."

"Little Lang Hoof!"

When Cang'er in the distance heard this, he couldn't help cursing in his heart.

Li Beimu remained calm, and looked at the remaining Golden Lion Brothers.

The slightly bigger man pondered: "My brother has no objection to this leader, but I just hope that Zhang Daoyou can reserve one of the ten positions for my brother."

Li Beimu was noncommittal, but a golden light flashed in his eyes, and his spiritual consciousness shrouded him away, only to realize that he had always thought of the Golden Lion Brothers.

There is only one!
It's still the smaller one, and as for the big one... it's insane, but has flesh and blood, I don't know what kind of magic it is.

"Since this is the case, the only ones who are dissatisfied are the three of you."

Wolf smoke, the black-robed monk, and the alien race with extremely good concealment skills.

(End of this chapter)