----------- The selection competition has arrived, and the great Ghost Sect has been separated by thousands of people.
Among these thousands of people, there are naturally wealthy nobles and ordinary people. Mingqi was taken to a specific ring, and there was a ring for every age. People of the same age would compete together and decide the outcome.
A few people faintly fell from the sky, three old men and a handsome middle-aged man.
From the middle-aged man, he felt a dangerous aura. He should be the leader of the Ghost Sect, Guisha, a powerful man of the Powerful Emperor level, and the weird energy control skills he practiced, the original Powerful Emperor Three was originally
Duan Dianfeng's strength is enough to compete with the powerful men in the middle stage of the fourth stage of the Nenghuang.
Guisha slowly spoke, "Today is a competition for the selection of disciples by the Ghost Sect. Although thousands of people came, my Ghost Sect can only have 150 people under him. As for how to divide it, you can grab it yourself."
Absolute arrogance. The whole audience began to boil slowly.
Mingqi glanced at him and there were really not many people who could control him. The ghost sand slowly flew up and left the place. The referees started to take the stage and said, "Now please come on stage to draw lots."
There are quite a few sixteen-year-olds, at least five or six hundred people. More than a dozen signs reached out and took out a small ball. The number is lucky, and it is number one.
After more than ten minutes of lottery draw, a list was written out. Mingqi looked at it. His opponent, the early stage of the fifth stage, was really not very good.
The referee slowly came to the stage to proclaim, "The competition begins, player No. 1 and player No. 2 come on stage."
Mingqi and the short-sleeved young man slowly walked onto the stage. The referee started. Mingqi had already appeared behind the man. Before he could react, Mingqi had already punched him out of the arena.
It is easy to win, even if Mingqi wears a restricted belt, his strength is only about reaching the peak, and he is still so easy, after all, his opponent is too weak.
Mingqi stepped down and waited for the end of the game one after another, but it was not so easy for five or six hundred people to end. One day passed, and the five or six hundred people to compete had just passed one round, and there were 268 left.
people.
At night, Mingqi wandered in the Ghost Sect. Although Mingqi had already figured out the terrain in seven days, the distribution of those strong people was not very clear. However, Mingqi was unable to recognize it and could not detect it, so he could only rely on every
The huge and powerful judgment came from the second-strongest's room.
"Who are you?" A sudden cry came from behind Mingqi. Mingqi turned his head and a girl of high-end appearance stood behind him.
"I am a registered disciple in the sect, Tie Ming." Ming Qi said.
"Recorded disciple? This is my boudoir, get out of here." The woman said.
"This is outside the room." Ming frowned.
"Hmph, I told you to get out, just get out quickly." The woman was very arrogant.
Ming Qi was a little unhappy and sat on the ground, closing his eyes to rest, ignoring her at all.
The woman frowned and shouted, "Uncle Master, someone is looking for trouble here."
As soon as he finished speaking, a man in his thirties walked out of a room not far away.
He threw away Mingqi and kicked him. Mingqi looked at the kick-away foot, just about to dodge, but the restricted belt suppressed his body tightly. Even if his eyes could see it, his body could not keep up.
He kicked Mingqi on the head, and Mingqi was directly stepped on the man's feet.
Blood seeped out from Ming Qi's forehead, and the murderous intent in his heart was furious, and suddenly it surged like a tide. Ming Qi almost wanted to leave the pendant and kill him, but he still held back and did not take action. He clenched his silver teeth, and his face was on his face.
The muscles keep twitching.
The man kept ravaging Mingqi's face and cursing, "Damn it, this is the daughter of the sect leader, and you dare to be so negligent."
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Ming Qi said nothing, and his claws had already shattered the stone slabs on the ground, endurance, patience for others to ravage dignity, and patience that the Devouring Clan had never had before, appeared on Ming Qi for the first time.
After a long time, this soul-powered man might have been a little tired of it. He lifted Mingqi, which was dripping blood on his face, knocked away with a punch, and smashed the stone slabs on the ground.
"..." Mingqi still said nothing, not humming or whistling, but his eyes were full of anger and stared at the two people in front of him. In Mingqi's mission, he quietly added a stroke and killed these two people.
Even though the woman was beautiful and charming, even if she was a woman, it touched Mingqi's dignity, which was irreparable for her death ten times.
The man stepped forward and drank, "What's your look? Ah, do you want to die?"
The man raised Bai Guang Dasheng's palm, and just as he was about to slap it, the woman grabbed the man's hand and said, "Uncle Master, I'll do it."
Immediately, the man stepped out, and his jade hand was like a demon claw at this moment, with a white light rising, and a punch hit Mingqi in the chest. The woman was actually also a soul-level. If Mingqi showed her strength, she would definitely expose herself.
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"Bang"
Mingqi's body smashed several houses before stopping, and several ribs on his chest were broken. Mingqi slowly stood up, his eyes were still so provocative. Even though his chest had become distorted, blood began to flow out of his mouth.
Just as the woman was about to launch a second attack, a man appeared and took the woman's attack. It was the man who asked Mingqi to be a registered disciple when he came that day.
The man knelt on one knee and said, "Miss, I'm sorry, this man has a good talent, please let him go."
The woman let out a coquettish voice and slapped the man heavily on the face, and five red marks appeared immediately.
The woman then gave up and walked away.
Mingqi slowly stood up, still silent, moaning in pain, and his breathing seemed to be not at all.
The man said, "Boy, don't show up here in the future, otherwise I can't save you."
Mingqi walked forward without saying a word and went back to his room. The registered disciples who had been taught by Mingqi had been eliminated, leaving only the so-called marquis' son.
Seeing Ming Qi's face was covered in blood and his chest was twisted, he ran out in fear.
Mingqi took off the restriction belt and immediately gushed out from each ordinary, flowing into the meridians, and quickly operated in the injured place. Mingqi closed his eyes and quietly used the immortal demon body. This level of injury will cause the immortal demon body.
Words are easy.
The next day, Mingqi was in a good mood, but his decision to kill those two people was not shaken at all. The injured dignity must be healed with the blood of the person who hurt me. No matter whether you are strong or weak,
Old or young, male or female!
When he reached the competition location, the eliminated half of the troops had already left. Mingqi's first game was against No. 4, a guy who could teach the sixth rank.
At the beginning of the game, Mingqi grabbed the lion with one blow, grabbed the opponent and won easily.
After leaving the scene, I happened to meet that guy, the daughter of Guisha.
The moment Mingqi contacted the princess in the Ghost Sect, the murderous intent of both parties was undoubtedly revealed.
The two left behind, but their respective intentions had the same purpose to kill each other.
Mingqi walked back to the room slowly. It was probably afternoon to compete again. It was a good time to practice during this period.
"By the way." Inspiration appeared in Mingqi's heart.
It can be transported quietly underground, slowly invaded along the cracks, and slowly spread. Sweat beads gradually appear on Mingqi's forehead. The more it spreads, the more severe it consumes...