"Win is the wise, and loses is the beast."

His face turned red. This was the words of President Six who mocked Qin Cheng, and they also felt that there was no problem, but when they thought of it, it seemed like Qin Cheng slapped them in the air and slapped them hard.

"See if there are broken arms around you and bring Lao Liu back." The president looked tired. His arms were probably gone. The power of the explosion was definitely not something that President Liu could withstand.

Everyone was in a very bad mood. President Six broke his arm before the fight was not a good sign.

Fortunately, the weapon of the Transformation Realm is extremely powerful, and the ghost-headed sword is not damaged at all.

Several living directors came over, and the stretcher took away the bloodless president Six, and the others were planning to leave.

The few people who calmed down also noticed something was wrong with their bodies at this time.

"What are these black oils? This smell...dream!" Among the eight presidents, the only female president, President Seven may have a bit of a cleanliness habit. He wiped the black oil from his clothes, and then a smell came out, and he couldn't help but vomited supper.

"I'll go, what the hell is this?" President San also covered his nose with his sleeves, frowned and said angrily: "Why does it smell like rotten eggs, durian mixed with stinky tofu, and even the feces are added."

At this time, everyone sniffed it gently, and a pungent smell filled with it, which was so sour.

"Lao Lao, stop talking about stepping on the horse." Lao Ba couldn't help it and spit out in one mouthful.

The smell is sour and exciting, and as long as you take a sip, it will keep echoing in your nose.

"Damn Qin Cheng, what did he make?"

I have never smelled such a disgusting smell in my life. Except for the President and the Second President, everyone else vomited, and they vomited without any image, and they vomited out overnight dinner.

"Close the acupoints and don't breathe with your nose." The president shouted.

Everyone also reacted and quickly did as they did, and then they felt better.

"President, I'm in trouble. This black oil cannot be washed away."

President Qi came back from a distance with an embarrassing expression. She first discovered the problem and rushed to the river as soon as possible. However, she found that how to clean it, the black oil seemed to seep into the skin.

The presidents' faces were dark and they couldn't wash them off. Now they were covered in black oil and still had a foul smell.

In the final battle tomorrow, how do they meet people?

"Captain Ye, what about the latest news. The Kyoto Martial Arts Association suffered heavy losses, half of the director died, and the Sixth President was seriously injured. Qin Cheng seemed to have used some secret technique and escaped unscrupulously."

The Security Department, after listening to the report from his subordinates, Ye Qingyun smiled.

"Captain Ye, I underestimated him too much before." The subordinate said ashamed.

"I knew that this kid wouldn't die that easily." Ye Qingyun said.

"Thank you for your hard work, go back and rest. There is still a big battle waiting tomorrow."

"You mean, they'll have to fight tomorrow."

My subordinates widened their eyes and made such a big noise tonight, and they were just an appetizer.

"Their conflicts cannot be reconciled, and tomorrow they are destined to be divided into life and death."

Ye Qingyun waved his hand, and after his subordinates left, he sat cross-legged in the room, his eyes slightly closed.

Thick spiritual energy came from all directions and poured into Ye Qingyun's body.

Half-step realm of transformation is not a realm of transformation after all.

Even in the Dharma-Ending Age, I, Ye Qingyun, will enter the real realm of transformation.

Ye Qingyun's thoughts were so loud that he quickly calmed down again.

Qin Gate, the sect leader’s mansion.

"Kyoto Martial Arts Association, eight realm-making weapons, three attacks, three defenses, and two auxiliary."

"The President of the Martial Arts Association, seven men and one woman, has a cultivation level between the seventh-grade Great Wushu Sect and the half-step realm of transformation."

Qin Cheng opened his eyes, his face turned pale, and a trace of blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth.

And at this moment, a golden light came through the void and instantly poured into Qin Cheng's mind.


Chapter completed!