The national male god is fierce and strong

Chapter 875 Who Said I Want To Fight You
Qi Linzi put his arms around his chest and glanced at Liu Cheng: "Did Tao Tao admit it?"

Liu Cheng paused, then smiled slightly, "At least better than you, the old bastard who has disappeared for more than ten years."

Qilinzi maintained a gentle smile: "You are younger than you, don't be jealous of me."

Liu Cheng...! !

face!

Xiangyumen heard the laughter of the people around them, but a smile appeared on their slightly gloomy face, with resentment and murderous intentions, "Hustle the dead, Xiangyumen! According to the rules of the world, I can propose to Xuanmen The challenge is life or death. If I win, your seats in the Metaphysics Association will belong to my bloodline!"

Fight to the death!
The colleagues in the metaphysics world couldn't help frowning when they heard this.

Few people propose a life-and-death struggle, and once it is proposed, they must fight with their lives.

There is absolutely no stopping unless one party dies.

The celebrities onlookers continued to watch the play with great interest.

Qi Zhi leaned closer to Yan Tao's ear, and said in a low voice, "Master, the magic weapon used to drive away corpses is the soul bell. It was originally used to drive away corpses. It can attack people's brains and create hallucinations. They can also The method of driving the corpse is relatively mysterious in the metaphysics sect, we rarely deal with him in the metaphysics sect, and we are afraid that we will suffer if we pair up with him."

Young Master Yan narrowed his eyes, suddenly the corners of his lips curled up, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes lifted up.

Opposite Xiangyumen let out a sinister laugh, he was a night-timer all year round, his complexion was pale, his cheekbones were so thin that his cheekbones protruded, he looked very scary.

"Yellow-haired boy, if you don't have the guts to be afraid of death, just kowtow and kneel down to me, maybe I will force you to let you go!"

Xiangyumen's words were arrogant, and the Xuanmen disciples who listened couldn't help but clenched their fists and glared at him.

"Little Lord--"

Young Master Yan raised her hand, her handsome face was cold under the sunlight, she smiled lightly, her posture flamboyant, "You don't have the right to die at the hands of this Young Master."

The young man stood tall and tall, and when he said this, arrogance was written all over his body.

Everyone looked at Xiangyu Gate, and then at the young man: Well, as expected, it is more pleasing to the eye to look good.

"Then come!"

Xiangyumen let out a cold snort, and strode up to the high platform.

The area on the high platform is very large, similar to a fighting platform.

In fact, when the platform was built, the competition was taken into consideration.

Xiang Yumen took down a string of black wind chimes from his waist.

The wind chimes are strung with red strings, and three small simple bells are hung above, and the whole body of the bells is full of words.

"let's start!"

Xiang Yumen showed a gloomy and cold look in his eyes.

If he can step on the head of the Taoist sect to take the position, his reputation of driving corpses will definitely be improved to a higher level!

Thinking in this way, the blood in Xiangyumen's body seemed to be boiling, and the fighting spirit gradually surged up, but the young man on the opposite side walked with long legs and walked directly off the high platform.

"Who said I want to fight you?"

The young man turned his eyes to look at Xiangyumen, and motioned for Qi Zhi to come down together.

Everyone was puzzled, what did Yan Tao want to do?
Could it be that she wants the disciples below to compete with Xiangyumen?

When such an idea popped up, the eyes of people from various metaphysics sects could not help showing contempt: Do you want the disciples to be cannon fodder?

The same is true of Xiangyumen's thoughts, his goal today is Yantao!
He couldn't be allowed to escape, and was about to speak provocatively, the young man under the stage curled his lips, stretched out his slender fingers like jade, and snapped his fingers, "Irus, fuck me!"

"Yes, young master!"

(End of this chapter)