But now Qin Cheng is directly transmitting the voice of the soul, which means that someone keeps roaring at his ears, which will be strange if he is awakened.

Qincheng did not stop, just like summer cicadas, constantly calling.

Because Qin Cheng's distraction was not far from where he sat cross-legged, Elder Qu did not sense anything wrong.

"Hmm? Am I dead? Who is calling me?"

Sure enough, Longke's eyebrows trembled a few times, and then opened his eyes blankly.

As a result, when he saw Longko was a little confused.

This place looks so familiar, this light curtain, the ring, and the young man sitting cross-legged not far away.

Isn't this a bloody strike?

I'm still alive, not dead?

Longko was a little surprised when he shaking up.

After his memory surged, he remembered that he had screamed and his mind was broken. He must have been knocked out by Qin Cheng.

So where has it developed now? Why did Elder Qu, the old turtle, stand opposite him?

Before Longke could figure out the situation, he heard the voice transmission from Qincheng again.

"Fellow Daoist Longke, I am at a critical moment of my understanding and have no time to care about anything else. Please help me choose a monk from the second weak to be the opponent."

"The second decline of the Tribulation Realm?! Fellow Daoist Qin, have you fought nine games?"

Longke was shocked and turned to look in the direction where Qincheng was.

I originally thought that the two of them had been cheated by Elder Qu, so they must have died.

As a result, he woke up and Qin Cheng defeated eighteen weak powerful men in a row by himself. Now he has reached the last step, which is amazing.

Without knowing the details, Longke also knew that the bloody beating would never allow Qin Cheng to win easily, and the opponents they defeated would not be weak.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, I, Longke, didn't help you."

Next, looking at Qin Cheng's clothes and the scars on his body, Longke was shocked and felt a little regretful and guilty.

Originally, I should have fought side by side with Qin Cheng, but because of my lack of cultivation, I was confused and fell into a coma all the way and didn't help me.

"Fellow Daoist Qin, I can choose, but I don't have a deep understanding of the cultivator Ershang."

"It's not that I don't know which two-decade monks are in the Bloody Race, but that I'm not strong enough and have limited vision. I don't know which one is the weakest. I'm worried about choosing the wrong choice." After hearing this, Longke hesitated again.

This principle is very simple. A group of strong men are tied with each other, and the strongest one may be clear at a glance.

After all, there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts.

The strongest one can defeat everyone.

If Baiyue can become the leader of the ten, he is destined to be the strongest among the ten people.

However, if you want to talk about who is better, Liu Feng or Ku Teng Old Man, it is hard to say. Even if you have a competition many times, there will be a situation where the winners and loses will appear.

So if you want to talk about the strongest one, Longke knows that he is the one-armed demon king.

To choose the weakest, Longke is really worried that it will drag down Qincheng.

"This is not important. You have said before that the Taoist couple in the Blood Slaughter chased me all over the world? How is her cultivation level?"

"He should be one of the weaker people." Longko affirmed.

"Okay, then let's just let her, please."


Chapter completed!