The Daughter of God's Destiny

Chapter 1750 How long can this kid last
Someone flew out of the crowd and arrived on the ring. His eyes fell on the young man in white, and he squinted slightly: "I'll compete with you!"

Luo Qingxie nodded.

That person exploded with his own strength, the second-order realm of Emperor Xuan!
Everyone originally thought that they would be able to hold on to half a stick of incense in this competition, but they didn't expect that the challenger was directly defeated if he didn't even hold on to the six fingers.

The other people's challenge is not over yet, this side has already challenged three people, and all of them were won by the boy in white.

"He is not from our Xuan District."

"I've seen this person before. He was on the second floor of the Library Pavilion. At that time, I thought this person was too arrogant, so I didn't pay much attention to him. I didn't expect him to be so powerful. However, a cultivator of mysteries came to work in the Library Pavilion in Fu District. What? Could it be that he is still a talisman refiner?"

"No way? Then isn't he a genius? The kind of concurrent cultivation?!"

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Surrounded by suspicions, however, these are just their guesses, and they cannot be believed to be true.

The Pavilion Master of the Xuanhui Association focused his attention on the young man in white, and spoke with great interest: "Old Xi, who is this person?"

Elder Xi glanced at him, contemptuously: "You ask me, where would I know where to go, I'm not a cultivator, and he's not an alchemist, you're asking this..."

The master of the Xuanhui Pavilion touched his nose.

He asked the wrong person...

Among the crowd, there was an arrogant voice: "What are you guys doing, it will be too late if you don't come up, aren't you just a little guy, what are you afraid of!"

That person flew onto the stage and stopped in front of Luo Qingxie.

There was a trace of expectation in everyone's eyes.

This person is a fourth-level cultivator of Xuandi, maybe there is still something to do?

Even if he loses, he may still be able to drag on for a while, consuming the person's physical strength.

The Pavilion Master of the Xuanhui Association looked at the young man in white with admiration in his eyes: "Look, this person's body skills are amazing, he has already made the opponent unable to fight back before he has used his profound strength. I'm afraid it will be a disaster."

"It's good,"

Elder Xi looked at the competition on the stage, his cloudy eyes were particularly deep: "This person has not taken any pills in the four competitions, and his opponent has already taken three pills. If there is no accident , that kid will still win."

As soon as Elder Xi finished speaking, Luo Qingxie's opponent flew out of the stage and fell heavily to the ground.

The head of the Xuanhui Association raised his eyebrows thoughtfully: "This is the fourth time, I don't know how long this kid can last."

Elder Xi stroked his white beard and thought about it: "Have you found out, what level is he in?"

"This person hasn't used his profound strength yet..."

The owner of the Xuanhui Association frowned slightly. He looked at the young man in white, was silent for a moment, and said, "Forget it, I'll use my spiritual sense to probe, this kid probably won't notice."

He thought that his cultivation level would be higher than this person, after all, his age was there.

Elder Xi touched his beard and remained silent for a long time.

The master of the Xuanhui Pavilion came out with consciousness, and went directly to the figure.

The people around did not notice.

The young man in white standing on the stage stopped in his tracks, looked lazily at the location of the Pavilion Master of the Xuanhui Association, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"not good."

The master of the Xuanhui Association shrank his pupils sharply, and hastily withdrew his consciousness.

"What's the matter with you?" Elder Xi closed his eyes and looked at the Pavilion Master of the Xuanhui Association: "He discovered you?"

The Pavilion Master of the Xuanhui Association tightly clenched his fists, closed his eyes, and opened them only after he regained his composure, and there was a lingering fear in those eyes.

(End of this chapter)