You have a good chance, I accept it.

"One... one punch killed Zhao Wuji? This is fake, right? Is this guy hiding his abilities?"

"Hide your ass, this guy is an early True Immortal, he should have a special physique, didn't he say he was strong? It should be because of this special physique."

"Yes, this is also Zhao Wuji's fault, he was so conceited, now he was killed by one punch."

"Zhao Wuji really didn't know how to appreciate it, people told Zhao Wuji to be careful three or four times before the fight, Zhao Wuji just didn't listen, who is he to blame for his death now?"

"He is so good that I cry to death, he has to remind his opponent earnestly before the fight, where can you find such an opponent?"

Looking at Li Xiaoyao on the ring with a face full of self-blame, the Wang family disciples around him felt a touch of pity in their hearts.

Li Xiaoyao was originally simple-minded, and now he pretends to be real, it is impossible to tell the truth from the false.

"Damn it, damn it, damn Zhao Wuji, why are you pretending to be awesome when nothing is wrong? Ah?"

In the sky, a young man in a gorgeous robe in the fourth vein kicked over the table in front of him and roared.

Zhao Wuji was originally the strongest general under his command, and he had to rely on Zhao Wuji to turn the tables. Now, everything is gone.

Except for the third vein, only Wang Tian is the real direct descendant who has the right to inherit the patriarch, there are many people in other veins.

Even if they are divided equally, they can only send one person, and each person has only one chance.

Wang Tian has ten chances and can send ten people.

And now, just the first person sent out has eliminated his people.

"What has Wang Tian experienced in these ten thousand years?"

The young man put his hands on the fence in front of him and stared at Wang Tian in the distance. Since Wang Tian came back, he always felt that Wang Tian had changed, but he couldn't tell where he had changed.

Anyway, if the former Wang Tian was a kitten, then the current Wang Tian is hard to see through, hard to see through, and hidden. No one knows whether he is a kitten or a tiger.

"I say, second brother, if you lose, you lose. You have to be able to afford to lose. The elders and clan leaders are watching in secret. If you do this, I'm afraid you will lose a lot of points in their eyes."

A strange voice came from behind the young man, and the young man snorted coldly and said nothing more.

Although they are all born by the same father, the relationship between them is not very good.

Especially in the competition for the clan leader, it cannot be underestimated.

"Since the second brother lost, I will avenge the second brother. Xiao Tian, ​​you go and kill him. Remember, he is strong, don't underestimate him."

As the voice fell, a white-clothed figure holding a long sword jumped off the high platform and headed towards the ring. He landed on the ring as lightly as a snowflake.

"Hmm? Xiao Tian, ​​the Sword Immortal in Light Clothes? You are really willing to do it."

The young man turned his head and looked at his third brother in the distance and sneered.

"Second brother, don't envy me. Just watch how Xiao Tian vents for you."

"Vent? Then you, Xiao Tian, ​​must be careful, be careful not to be killed by that guy."

"That's absolutely impossible. Xiao Tian is a peak True Immortal. He has a pair of male and female swords in his hand, which is already the best of the world. Even I have to treat it with caution. It's enough to deal with that guy."

"Hehe, I hope so."

Looking at the two people bickering in front of them, the Wang family members of the fourth vein all crossed their arms and looked at the ring below.