"According to the rules of the Wu League, you will lose the qualification to participate, and the Wu League will punish you." Long Xiaoyao's face changed when he saw Qin Chuan's middle finger, and he felt unhappy.

If he hadn't been hosting the Martial Arts League Conference now, he really planned to go on the arena and repair Qin Chuan well.

Qin Chuan pursed his lips, obviously dissatisfied with the rules of the Wu League. The victory he achieved through his real skills was actually called a sneak attacker. It was really frustrating.

Thinking of this, he sighed, took out a shou    jī, and said to himself: "Since you can't shake during the Martial Alliance Conference, then it should be OK after the Martial Alliance ends. Take a picture of all the people who scold me first, and solve them one by one after the end."

He seemed to be talking to himself, but his voice was not deliberately controlled, and many ancient martial artists heard it.

At this moment, all the ancient martial artists shut up instantly and did not dare to curse again.

The reason why they dare to insult Qin Chuan now is that they rely on a huge base of 100,000 people, but if Qin Chuan is really photographed and goes to find them one by one, it would be different.

By then, without the base of 100,000 people, their sect will not provoke a strong man with a strength comparable to that of the Pill-Breaking Stage for them.

"Hey, why do you shut up? I thought you were so kind. It turned out that it was just like that!" Qin Chuan glanced at everyone, and a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The ancient warriors who had just scolded all lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him.

There is no way, who made him powerful!

After his ears were quiet, Qin Chuan looked at Long Xiaoyao with a smile and asked, "Is there no problem with doing this?"

"No problem!" Long Xiaoyao said.

He also understood that although Qin Chuan was not particularly bright when he finally confronted the Blood Sword, it did not affect his strength.

Being able to suppress the Blood Sword in a head-on battle means that Qin Chuan's strength can be at least 18th in the sky list, or even higher.

"No wonder he is so confident. It turns out that his strength is so strong. It seems that it is not that easy to kill him."

Long Xiaoyao thought, and his eyes swept over the powerful men in the Pill-Breaking Stage, trying to find a suitable one.

The strong men who were originally rushing to fight Qin Chuan were dodging Long Xiaoyao at this time, for fear of calling him.

Just then, a voice came out and said, "I'll do it!"

Everyone looked in the voice and the person who was talking was Xiaoyaozi, the fourth-ranked Tianlist. He slowly stood up from his position.

The next second, his figure disappeared on the spot, and when it appeared again, it was already on the ring.

"What a strong body movement, it's no longer something that your eyes can see clearly!"

"That's great, fourth in the sky list, Qin Chuan is going to be finished."

"Haha, let's see him embarrassing later!"

In the stands, the audience were very happy and were waiting to see Qin Chuan finish his life.

At this time, Long Xiaoyao said, "Since Xiaoyaozi volunteered, then you can face this second challenge!"

"Yes, leader!" Xiaoyaozi said with a smile.

Long Xiaoyao nodded, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He is still very confident about Xiaoyaozi. Not only is he very strong, but he is also very arrogant and generally will not let go easily.

He believed that even himself would not easily win Xiaoyaozi. As for Qin Chuan, judging from the strength he just showed, there was almost no possibility of winning.

"The competition begins!" Long Xiaoyao said.
Chapter completed!