But the Chaos Envoys are all extremely arrogant, and they will not get involved with others easily, but Zhuowen is so familiar with the Chaos Envoy in front of him, how can they not be moved, and even look at Zhuo Wen attentively many.

Zhuo Wen cupped his hands, and then under Yang Yi's instruction, he flitted lightly to a Zhang Xu wind and thunder disk suspended around, and sat cross-legged.

Xue Hui followed closely behind and picked the disc sitting next to Zhuo Wen, while the old man Jue Shang hesitated a little, and swiped to Zhuo Wen's next seat on the other side.

"He actually knew the Messenger? It's unbelievable. The Chaos Messengers are all arrogant, they don't easily get involved with others, and they don't know how to facilitate others, but this son was directly promoted by the Messenger..."

What happened on the disc naturally couldn't escape everyone's attention, especially after seeing Zhuo Wen directly boarded the promotion disc, there was an uproar below.

Although many warriors are dissatisfied, the Chaos Messenger represents the Chaos Temple this time and has the veto power in the final primary election of God War. Even if they make trouble again, they may not be able to change any results.

And the expression of Qing Mo standing below was even more complicated. At this moment, he even regretted his intestines. Recalling the scene when he contradicted Zhuo Wen, he couldn't help feeling afraid for a while. He knew that with Zhuo Wen's strength, it was not difficult to kill him back then. .

"Okay, you old Earth Immortals return to your respective positions, and the rest of the places will be handed over to other juniors!" Yang Yi waved his hand.

Feng Ruji and the other two also returned to their respective positions, and Zhuo Wen also knew the identities and names of the two around Feng Ruji, introduced by Xue Hui's sound transmission.

These two men are middle-aged men, and one of them has a rather strong body. Although he is wearing a long robe, he can still vaguely reveal the strong body inside this man. This man is Ji Feilong, the lord of Longruo Mansion.

The other person is quite thin, and he is Shui Tianze, the head of Tianshui Mansion. The aura of these two people is not weak, reaching about the early stage of Earth Immortal, but compared with Xue Hui, there is still a slight gap, which is similar to that of Zhou Jun back then. .

"By the way, why hasn't Zhou Jun come yet? Could it be that something happened to Zhou Tan Mansion?" Ji Feilong was quite surprised.

Ji Feilong has a good relationship with Zhou Jun, and they are in contact with each other from time to time. At this moment, seeing that all the earth immortals and old monsters near Fenglei Mansion are here, but Zhou Jun is missing, he is naturally quite surprised.

Feng Ruji narrowed his eyes slightly, and said indifferently: "Zhou Jun died in the hands of Long Wen!"

Ji Feilong and Shui Tianze were taken aback. In the introduction just now, the two of them naturally knew that the young man who cultivated as a half-immortal was named Long Wen.

Originally, Long Wen possessed teleportation with a semi-immortal cultivation base, and he also met Yang Yi, the envoy of chaos, which was enough to shock the two of them, but now, Zhou Jun's death completely ignited the tension in their hearts. fear.

The two did not question Feng Ruji, because Feng Ruji was the patriarch of the Fenglei family's wind lineage. Naturally, it was impossible to talk nonsense. The two were horrified that Long Wen actually killed the early Earth Immortal Zhou with a half-immortal. Jun, this is horrible.

"What's the origin of this son?" Ji Feilong licked his lips, trembling his throat.

"It seems that this kid can't be provoked at will!" Shui Tianze said with some emotion.

And Feng Ruji slowly opened his eyes. He stared at Zhuo Wen not far away, frowning slightly. For some reason, the young man in front of him always gave him a familiar feeling, but when he thought about it carefully, this person was extremely unfamiliar.

At this moment, Yang Yi flew to the sky above the wind and thunder disk, and the green unicorn kept running around it, like a playful child, but occasionally the beast looked at Zhuo Wen, and let out a very uncomfortable snort , like an angry child.

"The rules of this primary election are very simple, that is, fight for me. Each of you has three chances to challenge. Whoever can win ten games in a row will be able to advance to the top 100 places. If there is more , the extra person can challenge the person who has already advanced and snatch that person's position."

Yang Yi sat on the back of the green unicorn, and his rather lazy voice spread throughout the disc, rumbling like thunder, resounding in everyone's ears.

"Start now! Next, Feng Ruji will take care of it for me. This envoy is a little tired, so I will sleep for a while. You can challenge as you like!"

As he said that, Yang Yi closed his eyes slightly, and leaned directly on Qing Qilin's back, as if taking a nap there. If he listened carefully, he could hear a rather slight snoring sound.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, but their hearts were like thousands of grass and mud horses galloping past. This Chaos Messenger is too weird. After simply stating the rules, this guy just leaned there and tried to doze off, as a shopkeeper.

Feng Ruji secretly sighed in his heart, he had to say that he was unlucky to have such a strange Chaos Messenger, but he had to follow Yang Yi's words, after all, he was sent by the Chaos Temple.

"Which one of you will come first?" Feng Ruji stood up and looked down at the many warriors below.

As soon as these words came out, two figures suddenly came from below. Both of them were over middle age, and their aura didn't fluctuate much, probably around the Heaven-Defying Saint Realm.

The moment they grabbed the disk, the two didn't say hello, but each used their strongest moves to start a big battle.

The cultivation bases of the two were not much different, so for a while, they were evenly matched. The violent fluctuations of the holy power rushed out of the two people's bodies, and they collided together, bursting out with colorful energies, which was quite gorgeous.

After correcting hundreds of moves, one of them grunted, spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew out with a pale face, while the other was also a little pale, but he was much better than the other.

This person's strength is not bad, he can be regarded as the best in the Heaven-Defying Saint Realm. After he defeated his opponent, another figure looted from below to fight with this person.

This person passed the test and won eight games in a row. If he won two more games, he would be able to directly advance to the one hundred places.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a figure with an extremely powerful aura rushed up. This person was dressed in blue armor and had a handsome complexion. It was Qing Mo who had contradicted Zhuo Wen before.

Qing Mo glanced indifferently at the martial artist opposite, and said lightly: "You are not my opponent, if you don't want to get hurt, give up on your own initiative!"

The person's face was pale, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "I want to try again!"

"In that case, then attack me!" Qing Mo said lightly.

This person took a deep breath, and immediately kicked his right foot. Suddenly, he made a deep footprint on the ground where the wind and thunder energies intertwined. swept away. JrNovels.com