Tripod Reverses the Heaven

"Good!"

The old style's domineering fists immediately aroused a roar of applause. His thunderous applause rang out one after another and lasted for a long time.

"Ah..." there are so many people in the changsun family that they jump to their feet. However, there are not many disciples who can take their hands. Four talented disciples were killed by Gu Feng in a row. Their hearts are dripping blood.

"Hum!" The ancient wind stared coldly at the changsun family and just met the angry eyes of changsun Wuxie. The last time I was outside the city, if it weren't for the magical Rune of changsun Wuxie, I would have collected him into the treasure gourd at that time.

Just a simple look at each other, the ancient wind shifted the battlefield again. He came to a battle platform opposite the blue family and the crane family. Without warning, the ancient wind launched a fierce blow, even if it blasted the man of the blue family into slag.

Then he glanced at the blue house and the shameless blue bird feather.

Last time, on the mountain behind the post house, the blue bird feather had an affair with Leng guxing. Unfortunately, he was caught by himself. The blue bird feather wanted to kill himself on the spot. Today, the blue family took the initiative to provoke him, so the old custom didn't have any guilt to kill him.

"Thief, don't fall into my hands!" This is the words of the blue bird feather, full of resentment.

Then the ancient wind moved to the battlefield and killed a disciple of tianxuanzong with one punch. Then someone began to move the battlefield back and forth.

He killed more than 20 real talented elites in succession. People have a clear understanding of his strength.

At this time, between the major departments, they hardly dare to send anyone to play. We found a fact that even if they send more people to play, it is not enough to kill the ancient style.

Everyone sobered up. This fight brought heavy casualties to all parties. No clan or aristocratic family dares to say that they have benefited. There are real core elites in all parties who are killed on the spot.

Although everyone calmed down a lot, the anger in their hearts did not diminish, but even more.

At this time, someone finally spoke to the Tianjian sect: "the sword is dusty. All parties have sent the most elite combat forces. Do you want to hide your tianzhijiao daughter? Don't let your Mu Qingqing come on and kill the thief? "

"Yes, up to now, only your proud woman can fight this little thief. I hope you don't want to give up!"

Many people roared along. Today's loss was so heavy that everyone was really angry. However, there was really no one in their own door who could take action.

The ancient style stands on the battle platform alone and looks down upon the large families. It has its own arrogance and dominates the world.

At this time, the stage of World War 10 was quiet. Due to his strong intervention, no one dared to fight again. Among the large families, the real elites who can hold hands are about to be cut off, and the rest are kittens and puppies.

The rest of the small clan, small family and scattered practitioners have long been foolish in the face of such a scene. Dabi has developed into such a situation that they can't intervene at will. They dare not meddle in the battle between various families.

The big families continue to force Tianjian sect to let Mu Qingqing fight anyway. In their opinion, even if Mu Qingqing is defeated by the ancient wind, he must play. If he can kill the ancient wind, it's best. If he can't be killed by the ancient wind, it's also a good result.

This is human nature. I can't see others. I wish all other people's talented disciples would die.

This is a very funny scene. It was originally the battle platform of the disciples of the golden body realm. At this time, we should expect a little girl in the Fahai realm to fight another little boy in the Fahai realm. Such a scene is really rare for thousands of years.

Originally, the sword was dusty and had great confidence in Mu Qingqing, but after seeing the real strength of the ancient style, he was a little less confident. After grinding and chirping for a long time, he finally sighed and let Mu Qingqing play against the ancient style.

After receiving the order, Mu Qingqing came to the battle platform like a graceful fairy.

Her face is cold. Today, she has been admiring, admiring and missing brother Feng. It's hard for her to accept that she would shoot at herself for an outsider.

"Qing Mei, have you figured out that you really want to fight with me?" Gu Feng asked coldly. His heart is still very painful. The last thing he wants to face is finally to face.

He didn't know whether he could really do it after the war. Mu Qingqing grew up with him, and Mu Wanlong was very kind to his family. If he really misses, what will happen to Mu Qingqing? He has no face to face Mu Wanlong again.

"Shifu's life is hard to do. Brother Feng, do it!" Mu Qingqing's tone was determined. In a moment, her momentum changed and became cold and gorgeous, like a ten thousand year old ice. In the cold beauty, there is a peerless killing machine, which makes people shudder.

"No!" The white elder immediately frowned and shouted, "the wind returns quickly!"

It's not that Bai Changlao has no confidence in the ancient style, but that he sees that the girl has a murderous heart for the ancient style. But the ancient customs still put the burden of unhappiness. After such a war, the ancient customs will suffer a great loss.

Gu Feng took a look at Mu Qingqing with a cold face, and then came to an end. He left the battle platform to Mu Qingqing.

"What's the matter? Why not? " The sudden departure of the ancient wind made countless people curse their mothers. They thought they could see a real battle between the dragon and the tiger. How could they have thought that it would end like this.

"No hurry, although we can't see the duel between them today, we will certainly see the championship competition in the future." Some people comforted the originally lost people, and there was a glimmer of hope at this time.

"Elder Bai, i..." Gu Feng knew the reason why Bai Changlao let himself end, because he was not prepared to fight with Mu Qingqing. Elder Bai is afraid that he will suffer a great loss if he can't do it.

Bai Changlao gently stroked Gu Feng's head and said, "it doesn't matter. You can't do it to her because you are kind by nature."

At this time, Mu Qingqing stood alone on the battle platform. She glanced around coldly and shouted, "who dares to fight?"

"Who dares to fight?"

"Who dares to fight?"

She shouted three times in a row, cold and gorgeous, domineering and arrogant. The opponents she glanced at trembled.

People can't imagine that the girl is only seven years old. A seven-year-old girl in Fahai territory even forced countless golden body territory disciples not to Ying Feng. This is a wonder, another wonder after the ancient wind.

But many people just don't understand why the ancient style will retreat without war. Are they really afraid of this little girl?