I'm not immortal

Chapter 301 Hi My Sister?
"Melee?!"

As soon as these words came out, the extremely powerful Xuanxiu in the western stands frowned.

When it comes to the personal strength of the top seeds of the major western forces, they may be inferior to Kyushu, but they are crushed in terms of numbers. Even if some of them are consumed internally, they still have an advantage in fighting against each other.

But if it's a scuffle, what's to be seen is their own hard power and mutual cooperation.

So here comes the problem, given the level of chaos in the West, maybe the people who sat here peacefully one after the other today were still eager to use the other party's kidneys to grill on skewers yesterday.

For example, if werewolves and blood clans in the west did not pinch each other when they met, it was already the result of the full suppression of the wolf clan chief and the blood clan prince.

If you want to count on blood clans and werewolves to cooperate on stage, it is better to count on Kyushu to surrender directly on the spot.

In the West, however, forces like werewolves and vampires that have to be united now cannot be said to be as numerous as a cow's hair, and they are also rotten on the street.

In this case, if it was a melee, it would basically be regarded as giving away all the advantages that were not much.

On the other hand, look at Kyushu.

Melee?cooperate?
It doesn't matter, the main focus of authentic and decent is to be kind in one hand, and to play seamlessly.

What's more, solo fights are based on more fights and less fights, and melee fights are also based on more fights and fewer fights. Instead of giving the opponent a chance to defeat each one, it is better to stew it in one pot.

In a melee, the small number of people is an advantage, and there will be no situation where the head is ignored.

It’s not good for the Western forces. It seems that there are more people than Kyushu, but in reality?

If we really want to fight, werewolves will only look for werewolves, and vampires will only look for vampires. Want to form a team with people from different forces?nonexistent.

Western forces have always been a general term, and their internal struggles are much more intense than Kyushu.

"Kyushu fully agrees with Senior's suggestion!"

In the silence, Lao Liu was the first to stand up and express his agreement.

Dividing and transforming are the traditional arts of Kyushu.

On the other hand, in the western stands, it was like an ostrich performance contest, with the first one lower than the last.

It's not that they are cowardly, but because the one who was the first to come out just now is already completely cold.

One by one, they began to curse at Old Liu in their hearts.

Of course you agreed happily, the big bosses are all from your Kyushu, so take a step back, even if there is no black whistle, the momentum is different.

"Senior, we also follow Senior's advice."

Jiang Shouzhen stood up, his face was a little ugly, but he still bowed his hands respectfully.

At this moment, the bigwigs in the West are extremely grateful to Jiang Shouzhen.

Although Chen agreed rashly without asking our opinion, everyone knew very well that he had no room to refuse.

It's just that no one dares to be this early bird.

Little did he know, Jiang Shouzhen was already bursting with laughter.

Fight, the worse the better!

Anyway, besides Chen Baoer, the only one on his side who is qualified to play is the one who has been infiltrated, and it's just fine to die.

Although the smile blossomed in his heart, Jiang Shouzhen still had a gloomy look on his face.

As a veteran underground worker, Jiang Shouzhen's acting skills can be said to be flawless.

"very good."

The Nuo-mian man nodded slightly in satisfaction, and his figure disappeared.

"Everyone, let's get started!"

Old Liu was the first to jump up, and said to the western stands with a smile, "Let's just have one this time."

As he said that, the smile on the corner of Lao Liu's mouth became a little colder.

"Dead until there are three left!"

As Lao Liu's voice fell, behind him, several figures walked onto the ring first.

Jiang Qi is at the head, and behind him is Miaokong of Jingtu Temple, Meng De of Confucianism, Huo Linger of Taoism, and an elder brother who Jiang Qi has never seen before, but he can tell at a glance that he is from Jianzong. Almost visible to the naked eye.

and also
"Snapped!"

With a dark face, Old Liu slapped back Brother Heisha who had sneaked up behind him.

Brother Heisha performed a wave of Thomas maneuvers on the spot, and was directly flown to the side of the stands, his legs twitching in the air.

Heisha practitioners are really not very good physically.

Jiang Qi thought gloatingly.

"I want to join in the fun!"

Lao Liu shook his head helplessly, looked at Jiang Qi, the corners of his eyes twitched, the meaning was simple: Are you sure?
Jiang Qi smiled and nodded.

Now, Lao Liu was relieved, and looked at the western stands with a smile.

One after another, amidst the gloomy faces of the bigwigs from the West, the top seeds stepped onto the ring one by one.

Jiang Qi took a general glance, most of them were western faces, and there were very few around Kyushu.

Thinking about it, Jiang Qi had already swept away the two most popular countries before the battle in the ring, and the rest was nothing to worry about.

There are nearly twenty quota seeds in the west.

Most of them are from well-known powerful backgrounds.

The sacred capital, werewolves, vampires, and people with supernatural powers accounted for a dozen of them.

The rest are a few skywalkers, fanatics, and naturalists with only one seedling left, and
It's also Dumiao Miao, with a typical oriental face, and the aura on his body makes Jiang Qi feel familiar.

Is it Grandpa's Sanshengmen Xuanqi?

Jiang Qi squinted his eyes, glanced at the western stands, swept across, but caught a slight change in Grandpa's expression.

The meaning is simple: hammer to death.

Understood.

Jiang Qi just turned his head around, and roughly understood what was going on.

"You are Jiang Qi?"

When a group of geniuses were confronting each other, the man who practiced the Xuan Qi of the Sanshengmen opened his mouth first, and his eyes locked on Jiang Qi.

"You killed my sister?"

the man asked lightly.

Hearing this, Jiang Qi smiled and said, "It seems so."

Of course he knew that this person was talking about Chen Bao'er, and it seemed that he was right in guessing that this person was a traitor from Grandpa's side.

Otherwise, it is impossible for Tangtang's direct disciple to know everything.

But Jiang Qi thought about it again, if this person still thinks about the relationship between brother and sister, it is not impossible to abolish his cultivation and save his life.

"Everyone, give Hongmen a face."

The man turned around and said to the many Western geniuses beside him, "This man is mine. He killed my fiancée."

Ok?
Jiang Qi frowned, and from the corner of his eye, he saw that the grandfather frowned too.

Very well, now you don't even deserve a dead body.

Jiang Qi silently took out his dagger.

"Sa!"

The sudden sound of breaking through the air across the ring!

The stunning red sword light is so eye-catching!
As soon as everyone in the West reacted, they saw Hongmen's genius wrapped in a ball of sword light!

This is naturally Jiang Qi's action, and it is eight hundred miles to Mobei!
The continuous light of the sword traverses the four dimensions!
Jiang Qi's face was cold, and there was a cold red light in his eyes.

Shit, hello my sister, huh?

Jiang Qi, who has always been an only child, managed to catch a younger sister from his grandfather. Although she is not close and has not had much contact with her, it does not prevent Jiang Qi from protecting the calf.

Jiang Qi grasped a certain degree very well. Although it formed a crush, it was still within the limit of "genius", at most it was a bit "monster".

It seems that Jiang Qi has temporarily suppressed this talkative guy, but in fact, this is an old cat playing a young mouse.

Anyway, Jiang Qi is not tired, he has plenty of time to process slowly, and doesn't care about the speed of the moment.

Jiang Qi's chopping here was exhilarating, as if it was a signal, and after the initial astonishment, everyone started to move their hands.

A great chaos with the most gold content among the young generation in the global Xuanxiu world kicked off.

(End of this chapter)