Amidst the sound of scales colliding, the Armored Swordsman appeared on the stage. After making a brief opening speech, the Spiritual Realm Walkers present received the list of battles that popped up in the Spiritual Realm.

"Fengdu Ghost King vs Yiwei Crossing the River"

"Lingjun vs Milky Pink"

"Fu Qingyang vs Holy Fire"

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Zhang Yuanqing quickly scanned the battle list and said in surprise:

"This is just the beginning, and there are so many star-level players on the stage?"

In the extraordinary stage of the competition, there were not many star players who appeared on the first day.

Guan Ya explained: "The number of deacons is not many. In a super first-tier city like Songhai, there are only a dozen or twenty saints, and they may not necessarily participate in the group arena."

Many older saints would not participate in the battle unless they had the confidence to make it into the top ten.

On the one hand, they may not participate in the killing dungeon, and on the other hand, it is embarrassing to lose.

The deacon is the mainstay of the official, and the elders do not come out on weekdays. The deacon is the highest leader that the official practitioners can get in touch with.

The leader's face is more important than anything else.

Zhang Yuanqing said "Oh" a few times, and waited patiently. After a while, the first group of players appeared on the stage.

The ghost king of Fengdu was about thirty years old, dressed in black and black trousers, with an ordinary appearance, but there was an unspeakable nobility and a vague domineering aura.

Extremely eye-catching.

Yiwei Dujiang is a soft-bodied woman, beautiful, quiet, and ageless.

After the two entered the arena, the Armored Swordsman said loudly:

"start!"

The Ghost King of Fengdu unhurriedly took out a small round mirror, looked at his face, and then snapped his fingers.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three burly Yin corpses jumped into the arena, bringing the sound of boulders rolling down. They wore uniform clothing, uniform hairstyles, and their standing postures were exactly the same.

"Does this Fengdu ghost king have obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Zhang Yuanqing joked.

"It's rigid!" Guan Ya gave an affirmative answer based on her own observation.

Zhang Yuanqing looked at Fengdu Ghost King's stern face again, it was rigid, serious and serious.

He thought to himself that it's no wonder Yin Ji doesn't like the ghost king of Fengdu, and she fell into the arms of the demon king instead. The demon king has a sweet mouth, good nature and strong talent, obviously more attractive to women than serious and serious men.

While his thoughts were wandering, the three corpses turned into horns and rushed towards a reed to cross the river. The footsteps were calm and powerful, but also hurried.

Every foot cracked the slate of the ring.

Yiweidujiang's pupils suddenly shrank, his eyeballs turned amber, his pupils stood up, thick yellow hair grew under his skin, a beard grew from his mouth, his nose turned black and rounded, his nails stretched and bent, turning into sharp claws.

In an instant, she turned into an exquisite and embossed catwoman. JrNovels.com