Eschatological System

"I don't know, has he passed the ninth floor?"

"Che, what do you think so much, I didn't pass the first floor, anyway, I really admire him!"

Looking at Ke Bei who suddenly appeared on the ancient battle platform, after a brief silence around him, a strong argument broke out. The core disciples who can become blood axes are naturally geniuses, and geniuses are very proud, but In the face of Kebei's anti-celestial figures, even their proud geniuses, they lowered their proud heads and cast their ground on the five bodies admired by Kebei.

"Well? Why so many people?"

Looking at the dark heads around him, Ke Bei frowned slightly. He never liked to be the focus, and at the moment, the eyes seemed to be able to spit back, Ke Bei was even more uncomfortable.

"By the way, what's the name of this newcomer? Which mountain do you live in? I'll get in touch with you soon."

A young man with big eyes, looking at Kebe in worship, said quietly to the young man next to him.

"Cut, if you just want to go, you may have to wait in line ..."

The young man next to him shook his lips and said softly.

At this moment, the dark crowd suddenly spread to both sides. A trail appeared in the crowd. Su Ming, who was wearing a lilac gown, was still carrying his hands and came out slowly, but no one noticed Ming now trembled with his fingers behind him.

"Su Ming, hey ... this former first strongman is about to step down from the altar."

"Well, Su Ming, what do you think is magical in the future? A newcomer can step you under your feet."

Looking at Su Ming's slightly thin body. Different thoughts arose in the hearts of the people, and most of them were sneer with a bit of gloat. There is also a small group of people who have a little sigh of sympathy.

However, even Su Ming lost to Ke Bei. But Yu Wei accumulated over the years is still there, and no one dares to stop in front of him.

"Does the eighth floor understand the five-line rule?"

Walking slowly to Ke Bei, the momentum of Su Ming still floated, looking straight at Ke Bei's eyes, asked softly.

"Yes."

Ke Bei nodded slowly, he was facing the young man in the purple shirt. There is still a bit of appreciation. Although he lost to himself, the whole person must not appear impetuous, and he did not have any harsh words. There is no despair and depression, and it shows how firm his heart is to pursue the strong!

"OK, thank you."

Su Ming turned and left, he already knew the answer he wanted. As for whether Ke Bei had broken through the ninth floor, he must not care, because it was too far away from him ...

After Su Ming left, an old man who was wearing a gray robe with a hip flask in his hand suddenly appeared in front of Ke Bei. Responsible for the management of the core disciples, the white-haired old man with the peak of his realm is standing behind the old man with respect.

"Ancient is here."

"ancient!"

"ancient!"

A genius bowed slightly to the white-haired old man, and said hello respectfully. They are all core disciples. They are naturally no strangers to the old-fashioned white-haired old man. At the same time, he is also very clear that the old white-haired old man is powerful!

It is natural to maintain a respect for the strong, but the old man who looks very shy, they do not know, although there is some doubt. How can the elders be qualified to stand with the ancients, but they dare not say much.

"Little doll, how about showing what you got in Yindaodian to Lao Tzu?"

The old man took a sip of wine, and a few drops of crystal wine were stained on the huzi, and as the old man's mouth squirmed, those drops of wine crossed the perfect arc and fell to the ground, which immediately broke into nine pieces.

Looking at the dripping drops of wine, Ke Bei's heart trembled suddenly. When he looked at him again, his eyes were already full of deep fear. The old man's seemingly casual movements contained a nearly perfect law of space. Such a strong man, definitely not the current Ke Bei can compete.

"That's the ring."

Ke Bei didn't hide anything, and stretched out his index finger. When he was about to take off the ring, he found that he couldn't take it down anyway, so helplessly, Ke Bei could only embarrassably extend the whole finger out.

"good stuff."

The old man raised his arm, wiped his mouth, stretched out some thin fingers, and stroked it on the dark golden ring gently. Suddenly he shot two fine lights in his triangular eyes, and couldn't help exclaiming.

"Really?"

Looking at the triangle eyes of the old man and his pointed minibus, Ke Bei felt that this old thing was not serious.

"Of course, Lao Tzu has always been very reliable."

The old man raised his neck slightly, and said proudly.

But hearing the old man ’s words, the white-haired old man Gu Jie ’s eyelids standing beside him shivered uncontrollably, his face remained unchanged, but he could n’t help but snorted hard.

"You still reliable? Did you forget the name of Sanmad?"

The old-fashioned white-haired man was in trouble and thought secretly, but he didn't have the courage to say these words.

"Come with me."

The old man looked at Ke Bei, nodded with satisfaction, and immediately waited for Ke Bei to answer, grabbed his shoulder directly, and the two men's figures disappeared on the ancient battle platform in an instant.

"Go back."

After the old man Kebei left, the white-haired old man Gu Gu swept around the crowd of black people, and a thick, low voice suddenly sounded.

"Yes, ancient."

Huh!

The young geniuses fled away, and the dark crowd disappeared instantly.

These people are all geniuses of the blood axe, and they all have the perfect practice of vanity. They are all able to teleport, come quickly, and go fast.

At this moment, in front of a thatched house full of musty smell, two figures, one tall and one short, appeared suddenly. The tall nature was Kebei, and the short nature was the old man.

"Should you taste it, my wine?"

The old man shook the jug in his hand ~ www.readwn.com ~ and said to Kebei.

"No need, just talk to the senior."

Looking at the black, stained hip flask, Ke Bei felt a chill in his heart and shook his head in a hurry.

"Hey, don't hesitate to take a sip."

There was a playful smile on the corner of the old man's mouth. Instantly, the entire person of Kebei seemed to be freeze-framed, and his body was completely out of his control. He watched the old man pouring the wine from the jug into his belly.

boom!

At that moment in the mouth of the drink, Ke Bei felt that there was a chaos deep in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the whole person was dizzy. It seemed that his memory was a bit fuzzy.

"Do you know the Lord of the Blood Yuan?"

At this moment, in the depths of Ke Bei's consciousness, a magnificent, thick voice suddenly came. To be continued

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