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Chapter 10459 Heavenly Disaster

At this time, the martial arts arena is still crowded with people. They have just come here in the past few days and are not waiting here all the time. After all, time is precious and no one wants to waste it on you.

"It seems like a lot of people died!"

"Yes, except for Ling Xiao's group, at least five people died in the other two groups."

"It looks like the battle was fierce."

"But why didn't anyone in Ling Xiao's group die? Could it be that they were hiding and not fighting?"

"Not sure!"

Everyone was talking about it, and they all felt it was strange. The other two groups had died, and there were quite a lot of them. It was really strange that all of Ling Xiao's group came back.

"Never mind this, who do you think can win?"

"It must be the First God Son. The First God Son's overall combat power is the most terrifying, and it will definitely be able to hunt down more disasters!"

"Well, and you see that Ling Xiao's group has no casualties, you know that they must not have experienced many battles, so I judge that the First Son of God ranks first, the Thunder Eagle God Son group ranks second, and Ling Xiao's group ranks third

Three, should be the worst."

Most people firmly believe that Ling Xiao's group is the weakest, but on the surface, it seems to be true.

"Okay, now let's verify the points. The captains of the three groups all have disciple badges. The number and level of the disasters they killed will be recorded, and the points will be summed up. Who comes first?"

First Sword came out and asked loudly.

"Thunder Eagle, you go first. If you can't beat me, then it's impossible for the other one to win." The First Son of God didn't take Ling Xiao's group seriously either. He believed that in this round,

In his assessment, the Thunder Eagle Son of God team, which has five Sons of God and Goddesses, poses the greatest threat to him.

"What are you afraid of? Let the elders take a look!"

The Son of Thunder Eagle took out his disciple token, and a ray of light emitted from it, and patterns immediately appeared in the void.

There are earth-level disasters, mysterious-level disasters, yellow-level disasters, and even clear quantity marks.

The total points reached more than 3,000.

The number of Earth-level disasters hunted exceeded twenty, which is quite impressive. Although the Earth-level disasters are powerful, there are five sons and goddesses over there. It is normal to get so many points.

It's a pity that they didn't seem to hunt down the heaven-level disaster.

It's normal that he can't be hunted. After all, the strongest Thunder Eagle God among them is only an eighth-level minor god. If he doesn't want to go all out, he will definitely not be able to hunt enough.

When the First Son of God saw this result, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, because he knew that he was successful.

"Haha, more than three thousand points, Son of the Thunder Eagle, you are too bad. You didn't even kill a heaven-level disaster. How can you compare with me?" The First Son of God laughed.

Immediately, he showed his results.

When everyone saw it, they couldn't help but be surprised.

Inside, there was actually a heaven-level disaster. Everyone present already knew the strength of the representative of the heaven-level disaster, so they all exclaimed.

It doesn't matter how many people are killed if Tianji can be killed, it doesn't seem to be surprising.

The look on the face of Thunder Eagle Divine Son was very ugly. He knew that he had lost and was far behind compared to the First Divine Son.

The final score of the First Son of God was actually more than 6,000 points, which was basically twice that of their group.

Thunder Eagle Divine Son was not willing to give in, but there was nothing he could do about it. Their five divine sons were not as good as the three divine sons of the first divine son group. They were really ashamed.

The First Sword also laughed out loud. The First Divine Son's results were so good. If he wins again in the second round, he will surely become the Young Master.

"It's too strong. Is this the number one Son of God? It's amazing. It's really awesome. The points are actually twice as many as those of the Son of Thunder Eagle!"

"Haha, there are five sons and goddesses on the side of the Thunder Eagle God Son, but there are only three on the side of the First God Son."

"Yes, in this comparison, the gap is even bigger. The first son of God is definitely the first. Just look at the person's last name and get it."

"Don't be anxious, the results from Zulong Shenzi haven't been shown yet, why are you so anxious?"

"Hahahaha, what good results do they have there? I can guarantee that their number of points is definitely the minimum, probably no more than two thousand."

When the First Son of God heard these discussions, he was very proud and said with a smile: "God Son of Zulong, can you show your results to everyone?"

He was sure that Ling Xiao's performance in this group was not even as good as Thunder Eagle Divine Son, let alone him.

"Keep your eyes open, but don't be frightened!"

Ling Xiao smiled and took out his disciple token. However, he did not display all the data at the same time. Instead, he first displayed the yellow-level disasters, totaling more than a thousand.

"Hahaha, it's only a little over a thousand points!"

Someone laughed.

It seems that it is impossible for Ling Xiao to kill disasters above Xuan level disaster.

"Don't worry, how do you know that I haven't killed the Xuan-level disaster? The strongest Xuan-level disaster is only a sixth-level little god. Don't underestimate the Son of God Ancestral Dragon."

Some people are not convinced.

Ling Xiao smiled and showed the number of Xuan-level disasters, more than two hundred.

The total points are just equal to the points of the Thunder Eagle Shenzi team.

"Hahaha, who just said that the points of the Son of the Ancestral Dragon cannot surpass that of the Son of the Thunder Eagle?"

"Why are you so proud? Isn't this just the same as before!" The person who was sure that Ling Xiao's points could not reach two thousand was still insisting.

The First Son of God frowned. Although the score did not surpass him, it actually reached the score of the Thunder Eagle Son of God group. This shows that these people are not simple.

"This should be all your results. It's a pity. The number is indeed greater than ours, but it's a pity that they are only yellow-level and xuan-level disasters. I guess you deliberately chose to kill these for safety.

It's a low-level disaster, no wonder no one died. You guys are really ridiculous and naive."

The First Son of God said sarcastically.

"That's right, this kind of stability-seeking mentality does not qualify you to become the young sect leader." Thunder Eagle Divine Son also said, he would rather the first divine son become the young sect leader, and definitely not want Ling Xiao to become the young sect leader, because he and Ling Xiao

Ling Xiao has a grudge. If Ling Xiao becomes the young sect leader, will he still have his feelings?

"Number One, aren't you afraid of being slapped in the face for saying such ridiculous things? Open your eyes wide and look at the earth-level disaster we are hunting!"

Ling Xiao sneered and released the data of the earth-level disaster.

A full hundred heads.

A hundred earth-level disasters would cost 10,000 points. Now their points have reached more than 13,000, which is even more than twice that of the First Son of God.

There's no way around it. Ling Xiao is good at luring disasters with the holy pattern array, so they can save a lot of time in hunting down disasters. If there are a lot of them, it's normal.

This is the result of them not hunting for nearly half a month, otherwise it would be even more terrifying.

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