divine

---------- The selection contest has come, Ruo Da's ghost sect has been separated from thousands of people.

Among these thousands of people, there are naturally rich and nobles, and there are also common people.Ming Qi was taken to a specific arena, and there is a arena for every age, and people of the same age will compete together to determine the winner.

A few people faintly fell from the sky, three old men and a handsome middle-aged man.

A dangerous aura could be felt from the middle-aged man's body. He should be the suzerain of the ghost sect, Guisha, a powerhouse at the Nenghuang level. Duan Dingfeng's strength is enough to compete with the powerhouses in the middle stage of Nenghuang's fourth stage.

Guisha said slowly, "Today is the competition for the selection of disciples of the Ghost Sect. Although thousands of people came, my Ghost Sect can only have 150 people. As for how to divide them, you can grab them yourself."

Absolute madness.The people in the audience began to boil slowly.

Ming Qi glanced around, there really weren't many capable generals, the ghost sand slowly flew up and left the place, and the referees started to come on stage, saying, "Now, everyone, please come to the stage to draw lots."

There are quite a few 16-year-olds, at least five or six hundred.More than a dozen lottery holders stretched out their hands and took out a small ball. The lucky number was number one.

After more than ten minutes of lottery, a list was written out, Ming Qi looked at it, and his opponent, who was able to master the early stage of the fifth stage, was really not very good.

The referee slowly came to the stage and preached, "The game, start, contestants No. [-] and No. [-] are on stage."

Ming Qi and the short-sleeved young man walked onto the stage slowly. The referee called out, and Ming Qi had already appeared behind the man. Before he had time to react, Ming Qi punched him off the ring.

Easy to win, even though Ming Qi is wearing a restriction belt, his strength is only around the peak, it is still so easy, after all, the opponent is too weak.

Ming Qi stepped down and waited for the end of each match. However, how could it be so easy to end with 600 people? One day passed, and the 600 people had just completed a round of the game, leaving 260 people.

At night, Ming Qi wandered among the ghost sects. Although Ming Qi had already figured out the terrain in seven days, the distribution of those strong people was not very clear. It can be judged by the huge sound coming from the room of the next strong man.

"Who are you?" Suddenly a soft voice came from Ming Qi's back, Ming Qi turned his head, and there was a beautiful girl standing behind him.

"I'm Zongli's named disciple, Tie Ming." Ming Qi said.

"Registered disciple? This is my boudoir, get lost," the woman said.

"This is outside the room." Ming frowned.

"Hmph, I told you to get out, so get out quickly." The woman was very arrogant.

Ming Qi was slightly displeased, sat on the ground, closed his eyes and meditated, ignoring her at all.

The woman frowned, and shouted, "Master, someone here is looking for trouble."

As soon as the words fell, a man in his 30s came out of a room not far away.

Leaving aside Mingqi, he kicked it, Mingqi looked at the kicking foot quickly, and was about to dodge, but the restraining belt was tightly suppressing the body, even if the eyes could see it, the body couldn't keep up, With one kick, Ming Qi was kicked on the head, and Ming Qi was directly trampled under the man's feet.

Bloodstains ooze from Mingqi's forehead, the murderous intent and fury in his heart suddenly surges in like a tide, Mingqi almost wants to kill with the pendant, but he still holds back and doesn't make a move, his silver teeth clenched tightly, his face Muscles twitched.

The man trampled on Ming Qi's face non-stop, and cursed, "Damn bitch, this is the suzerain's daughter, how dare you be so negligent."

"... "

Ming Qi was silent, his claws had already crushed the stone slabs on the ground, patience, the patience to trample on the dignity of others, the patience that the Energy Devouring Clan had never had before, appeared in Ming Qi for the first time.

After a long time, it may be that the soul-spirited man was a little bored, lifted the bloody inscription on his face, and punched it flying, smashing the stone slab on the ground.

"..." Ming Qi remained silent, humming, and screaming, but stared at the two people in front of him with angry eyes. In Ming Qi's task, he quietly added a stroke, killing the two, Even if that woman is beautiful, even if she is a woman, but Ming Qi's dignity is touched, and ten times of her death cannot make up for it.

The man stepped forward and said, "What kind of eyes do you have, ah, do you want to die?"

The man raised Bai Guang Dasheng's palm, just about to take it, but the woman grabbed the man's hand and said, "Master, I'm coming."

Immediately, the man backed away and stepped out. The jade hand was like a claw at the moment, white light appeared, and he punched Mingqi's chest hard. The woman was actually at the soul level. If Mingqi showed strength, he must have exposed himself .

"boom"

Mingqi's body crashed into several houses before stopping, several ribs in his chest were broken, Mingqi stood up slowly, his eyes were still full of provocation, even though his chest had become distorted and blood started to flow from his mouth.

Just when the woman was about to launch a second strike, a man appeared and took the woman's blow. It was the man who asked Ming Qi to be a named disciple when Ming Qi came that day.

The man knelt down on one knee and said, "Miss, I'm sorry, this person is quite talented, please let him go."

With a coquettish sound, the woman slapped the man's face heavily, and five red marks appeared immediately.

Immediately the woman gave up and walked away.

Ming Qi stood up slowly, still not speaking, there was no moan of pain, and his breathing didn't seem to be disturbed at all.

The man said, "Boy, don't appear here in the future, or I won't be able to save you."

Ming Qi remained silent, and walked back to his room. The registered disciples who had been taught by Ming Qi had already been eliminated, leaving only the so-called son of the Marquis.

Seeing that Mingqi's face was covered in blood and his chest was twisted, he ran out in fright.

Mingqi took off the restraining belt, and immediately it could spurt out from every hole, flow into the meridian, and quickly transport it to the injured place. Mingqi closed his eyes, and the undead demon body quietly cast it. In other words, it's easy.

The next day, Ming Qi's mood was already improved, but his decision to kill those two people did not waver in the bottom of his heart. The injured dignity must be healed with the blood of the person who hurt me, no matter whether you are strong or weak, whether you are Old or young, male or female!

Walking to the place of the competition, half of the eliminated team has already left, remembering the first match, against No. [-], a guy who can master the sixth dan.

At the beginning of the game, Ming Qi caught his opponent with a single blow and easily won.

After leaving the stage, he happened to meet that guy, the daughter of that Guisha.

The moment Ming Qi made eye contact with the princess in the ghost sect, the murderous intent of both parties was undoubtedly revealed.

The two ran away, but their respective minds had the same purpose, which was to kill each other.

Ming Qi walked back to the room slowly, the next match will probably be in the afternoon, this period of time is good for cultivation.

"That's right." Inspiration came to Ming's mind.

It can be quietly transported underground, along the cracks, slowly intruding, and slowly spreading, sweat beads gradually appear on the forehead that is inscribed, and the more it spreads, the more intense the consumption is. . . . . . .