Killing the King and Shafeng: Miss Seven

Junior Brother Li looked pale and was a little frightened. He vaguely felt something, but at the moment he didn't dare to say it, even if he suspected it, he didn't dare to doubt it randomly. There should be no festivals, how could there be massacres?

Seeing Junior Brother Li's expression, Qiu Wulian smiled and said, "Brother Li, your Senior Brother Min is missing? Why is there no news at all? It seems that he is also a practitioner of the golden element."

"Cough, cough, yes, Deputy Headmaster Qiu, Senior Brother Min didn't come back after leaving the inn last night, so I don't know if something will happen?" Senior Brother Li's forehead was dripping with sweat. Alexander in front of the Supreme Profound God.

"Hehehe, Huo Zun, what do you mean by this? Do you mean that the old man is suspicious?" Fan Zhizun couldn't understand the meaning of the words, "Fortunately, the old man doesn't bother to lie, and Master Mincha will testify. Not the old man, but if someone wants to wrong the old man, the old man is not a vegetarian." Although Fan Zhizun still smiled at the last words, the whole space suddenly became cold.

Qiu Wulian looked slightly embarrassed, and said with a sneer: "Van Zhizun just joked, who doesn't know that Fan Zhizun is always a role model for martial practitioners, and naturally you won't do those despicable things, hehe, Brother Li, I think you are still going around I'm looking for it, maybe you, senior brother Min, are wandering around there." As he spoke, he giggled coquettishly, with a vicious air.

Bi Chenzi frowned slightly, and immediately changed the subject: "Van Zhizun, the contestants for this five-nation disciple selection competition have already been decided, but this time I hope to change the rules."

"Oh? Master Bi, do you have any suggestions?" Fan Zizun immediately ignored Qiu Wulian, as if what happened just now was her farting, and it was not worth mentioning.

"It's like this. Although the disciples selected every year are excellent, they have too little actual combat experience. After arriving in Tantric Buddhism, they have to participate in various dangerous experiences, and they will soon lose a lot. It is a pity, so this time I hope Brahma Supreme will change. Let’s look at the way of the competition, the number one in the arena is not the real number one.” Bichenzi said slowly.

Qiu Wulian also immediately said: "Master Bi is right. This time we went out to practice in Shenling Mountain and lost a lot of disciples because we lacked actual combat experience. I agree with this proposal, but this time I still hope that there will be more students in Shenling Mountain." Select a few disciples, and I hope that Brahma Supreme will allow it."

"You mean it's not good in the arena?" Fan Zhizun frowned.

"Fan Zhizun, it's not bad, but it's just too lacking in challenge. The real strong must be able to survive the crisis, so sometimes the strongest one in the ring may not be able to survive the real crisis. Before the old man came out, the head teacher had a proposal, saying that if these disciples can practice together first, and then have a group arena with the top ten who emerge from the practice first, then the ones who will stand out at that time must be the best." Bi Chen Zi said.

"This proposal is good, but don't say ten people, too few, how about the top 50 people, as long as the top 50 people who come out the earliest in the experience are eligible to enter the grand martial arts arena to fight? The top three deities select one person according to the usual practice, but the latter My deity wants to pick ten more people." Qiu Wulian's eyes lit up, with a little excitement.