Sanskrit Zhong stopped panting, his eyes wanting to devour anyone. Anyone who looked at him felt frightened and quickly backed away. He had nowhere to vent the depression in his heart, and the corners of his eyes were twitching with anger.
:
Twelve ninth-level warriors!
The warriors selected from thousands of people in the city were finally taught to practice the Luoyun Sword Formation. Before they had time to establish meritorious deeds, unexpectedly——
All fell into the ruins!
Such a loss, even as a young master, would be unbearable for him. Once word spread back to Fanzhong City, his prestige would inevitably plummet... Thinking of that hateful boy, he was so angry that he almost went crazy!
"Li Zhongqing, you already knew that, right?" Sanskrit Zhong took a step forward and stared at Li Zhongqing like a poisonous snake, full of anger.
"What do you know?" Li Zhongqing didn't give in, and sneered: "Do you know that you, the young master of Fanzhong City, the best among all spirits, can't win a bet with others, and will eventually use helpers? Tsk, tsk, such domineering behavior, I really
I don’t know!”
After saying this sentence, everyone onlookers looked at each other in confusion: What? Not only did Sanskrit Zhong fail to win in a gambling battle, but he even made a fuss and needed helpers?
The face of the Sanskrit clock was as heavy as water, and he suppressed it deeply. He knew that Li Zhongqing was reminding him that if the gambling fight in the Lingzhi Room spread, his reputation would be completely ruined...
"You are very good!" Sanskrit Zhong glanced at him coldly and sneered: "Your brother is also very good, but these are not important anymore."
"What do you mean?" Li Zhongqing's expression changed.
"What else can it mean?" Sanskrit Zhong's eyes showed a cruel look: "A mere eighth-level cultivation dares to disturb the guardian spirit. Is there another way to go?"
"No, it won't happen. Luo Chen promised me that I would come back safely!" Gu Xinyu shouted in despair.
Lin Xiruo sighed secretly and held her hand quietly, feeling some unspeakable bitterness in her heart.
"He dared to strike the guardian spirit's head at such a close distance. This kind of courage is really... shockingly stupid." Looking at Gu Xinyu's painful expression, Sanskrit Zhong felt a sense of joy in his heart, word by word.
Extremely cruel and honest.
Thinking of Luo Chen's arrogance and unyielding, thinking that he was still smiling to comfort himself until the end. In a daze, the young man's unruly smile gradually faded away, and Gu Xinyu felt as if a piece of his heart had been cut out, and the emptiness was extremely uncomfortable.
With a "wow" sound, she spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted on her back.
"Sanskrit Zhong, do you still have any sense of shame?" Li Zhongqing's face turned livid with anger.
"Shut up! Li Zhongqing, don't think that I don't know what you are thinking!" Sanskrit Zhong's face was iron-faced and he said coldly: "You Wangxucheng wants to borrow that kid's talent to move up a level, I tell you, this is just a dream
!With Fanzhong City here, you can’t even think about raising your head when looking at Xucheng City!”
As soon as this statement came out, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly became tense.
Li Zhongqing holds the Wenqing Sword in his hand, and the situation is about to explode!
Suddenly, there was a loud rumble, and a sheet of flaming magma erupted from a few miles away. The magma was continuously pushed up, and finally it rose to a height of dozens of feet before stopping.
The magma began to freeze rapidly, condensing into fiery red crystals. The area of the crystals continued to expand, and finally stopped at a full radius.
"Look, what is that?"
Someone exclaimed, and a jade-like clear spring emerged from the center of the crystal. At the same time, dozens of square huts sprouted around the crystal.