Chapter 1631 Zhong Yuanzhengs for a place

"Brother Jiang Dao, our Tiansaku clan pays the most attention to fairness. Since the melee has been used once, this time, naturally it will not be used again!" The monk led by the Tiansian clan heard the sound from all directions, but there was no movement on his face, and his smile was still the same, and he was not in a hurry.

"Oh? In this case, I don't know what good way the nobles came up with? I don't mind participating if it's appropriate!" Jiang Peng replied in time.

"Brother Jiang Dao, he is worthy of being the supreme pride of our world. Such courage is far from being comparable to ordinary people!" The monk led by the Tiansaku clan said again at that time, "Actually, our idea is very simple. Each family chooses its own strongest, and then these strong men will fight against each other. Finally, ten strong men are determined. Each strong man can take 99 monks into the ruins of the world.

How about it? Is my method fair?

"It's okay, I agree!" Jiang Peng calmed down and then agreed.

Immediately after that, the Monkey King also nodded and said, "I agree!"

"I agree, too!"

"I agree, too!"

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In the boundless chaos, countless voices sounded in an instant. These voices, either majestic and passionate, or calm, or delicate and charming, or thrilling,... In a word, it shows super confidence.

Those forces that have not opened their mouths to respond can understand that under the general trend, they can't agree with it. Because the price of disapproval is that there is no chance to be directly eliminated by all of them.

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Among Zhong Yuan's group, there are more than 40 monks of Daluo on the front line. Among them, there are dozens of disciples of the Weizong of the Taishang Qing Dynasty. In order to strive for the opportunity to fight, they did not give in to each other.

Of course, their struggle is not because they all have the confidence to win, but because they are even more worried and pin their opportunities on others.

If they lose, they can have no regrets, but if others lose the opportunity, they will regret it.

"Odeed, don't argue anymore. Taishang Qing Weizong, among the people present, who is more suitable to represent besides me?" Suddenly, a chaotic atmosphere cracked beside everyone, and a monk led dozens of monks out.

"Seven brothers!"

When everyone heard this, they were originally full of anger, but when the group saw the face of the visitor, the anger disappeared, and it was replaced by a face full of respect.

"How about it? It's up to me to do it. You have no problem!" The man nodded slightly and said a little arrogantly.

"No problem, no problem, it's up to the seventh brother, and the 100 places will definitely be won!"

"That is, the strength of the seventh brother, the monks in the world, who doesn't know, how can we disagree?"

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"That's good!"

The man nodded and was about to bet his eyes on other forces. Suddenly, there was a strange voice in his ear: "I have a problem! I don't know who you are. How can I agree to let you participate in the war on our behalf? If you lose, wouldn't it be in vain for us to work so hard!"

As soon as this was said, everyone's eyes turned around and looked at the source of the voice.

The speaker is not someone else, but Zhong Yuan.

Zhong Yuan is not a person who likes to show the limelight. In particular, in such a long river, in such a situation, for him, if possible, it is his wish to make a fortune. However, now, in the face of such a situation, he has no choice but to stand up.

It's not that Zhong Yuan is not optimistic about the strength of the seventh brother. He thinks that he can't earn one of the ten places. In fact, Zhong Yuan recognizes his strength very much and believes that it is almost a certainty that getting one of the ten places. However, the seventh brother got a place, and in the end, Zhong Yuan may not have the opportunity to enter the ruins of the world.

Because this quota can only have an additional number of ninety-nine monks. This time, in total, there are nearly 200 monks belonging to the Weizong of the Taishang Qing Dynasty, which means that nearly half of the monks will be excluded from the quota.

Zhong Yuan and Ye Bin, in the great world of creation, are just a newcomer, with little fame and influence. In this case, he and Ye Bin were excluded from the selected quota, which was almost a certain thing.

Such a big treasure as the Ruins of the World has only appeared once in hundreds of years, and Zhong Yuan naturally does not want to miss it. Because this miss is likely to affect his hundreds of years of practice.

So, at this moment, Zhong Yuan's heart, after a little he stuttered, he resolutely chose to stand up.

"Oh--, I thought it was a hermit master who dared to open his mouth to compete with our seventh brother. Unexpectedly, it was a little monk in the middle of the golden fairy? It's really shocking!"

"It's no wonder! The cultivation is low, the knowledge is shallow, I don't know the depth of the sky, it's normal! We should allow our descendants to make mistakes, otherwise, how can we succeed us and maintain the justice of the world in the future!"

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In that time, there are many monks who sneered at Zhong Yuan. For such a situation, the seventh brother did not open his mouth to stop it and calmed down.

Zhong Yuan, but it was the same. He didn't say a word, smiled and listened quietly. After those people stopped talking, they just said, "It's all over! That's it. Let's just cool down and stay there!"

While speaking, Zhong Yuan's right arm shook casually. In an instant, it divided into more than a dozen arms, which soared rapidly. Immediately, it extended to the front of those sarcastic monks and pressed it with one palm.

"Bun, Bun, Bun,..."

There are dozens of roars, that is, time rings, continuous together, almost synthesis.

In this roar, the dozens of monks were blown out and spit blood. Obviously, they were hit a lot.

This situation is surprising to people. Because the vast majority of the dozens of monks who are bombarded by Nabei are first-line Daluo, and the rest are also half-step Daluo's cultivation.

Such a strong man did not pass a move under Zhong Yuan, a little monk in the middle of the golden fairy.

Although Zhong Yuan is a violent move, the people present, who are not discerning people, know, even if not a violent move, those people will definitely not be the same. At this moment, those monks who didn't open their mouths were secretly happy, "Sure enough, be careful to sail the ten-thousand-year-old boat! There are too many proud people in the world. Low-key and low-key is the king!"

"Not bad, not bad!" At this time, the seventh brother gently stroked his palm and said, "This Taoist friend's combat strength is indeed extremely strong, and he is qualified to teach with me. Therefore, for the benefit of our Taishang Qing Weizong, I am willing to fight with you and use the results to decide the final choice to fight!"

The tone of the seventh brother's voice was very solemn, and his face also seemed to be very sincere. In contrast, Zhong Yuan's outbreak was difficult to stand up, which seemed to be inferior, and people's hearts were deflected again.

However, Zhong Yuan didn't care about this and said directly, "Then don't delay. Other people have almost been selected!"

"Don't worry. The gap between you and me is actually not too big. If we really fight each other, as a result, no matter who wins or loses, it will definitely be a situation of both sides. In that case, it will take advantage of other families!" When the seventh brother heard this, he shook his head and said.

"What do you mean?" Zhong Yuan immediately opened his mouth again and asked.

"It's very simple. Let's have a literary fight!" The seventh brother said.

"What's the method of literary fighting!" Zhong Yuan asked again.

"I have a magic weapon called Daqian Fantasy. As long as you and I brand our own original breath, he will naturally evolve the two virtual bodies of you and me, which is equivalent to our real strength. However, the battle between them is not much different from us. Even if it is broken, it is only a little bit of self-harm. It doesn't have much impact on combat effectiveness. So, what about Taoist friends? The seventh brother took out an oval bronze mirror about the size of a foot and opened his mouth.

"Good!"

Zhong Yuan did not hesitate at all, so he responded.

At this time, the seventh brother threw the big fantasy in his hand, that is, time, the mirror light shines, presenting a spherical world. First, the seventh brother gathered his spirit and pressed his palm towards the great fantasy. When he set up the time, a three-leaf-shaped flame mark was displayed on it.

In an instant, the three-leaf flame mark disappeared, and then a figure of the seventh brother appeared in the spherical world. The body, expression, breath, everything is exactly the same, and there is no difference at all.

Seeing this, Zhong Yuan did not delay his time, that is, time came forward, slapped on the spherical world. In an instant, after Zhong Yuan withdrew his palm, a small and exquisite long-handled tomahawk mark was imprinted on it. Then, in an instant, the long-handled tomahawk mark also disappeared, and there was a more Zhong Yuan figure in the spherical world.

Similarly, this figure, in all cases, is exactly the same as Zhong Yuan's original, and even Zhong Yuan himself can't find any difference.

"What are we going to do now?" At this time, the seventh brother said.

"No problem!" Zhong Yuan nodded at the time.

At present, the two of them shook their own shape slightly, and a little inspiration flew out of the heavenly spirit, rushed into the spherical world, and fell into the bodies of the two figures respectively. RS