What he mentioned is naturally ironic.

This Zhang Banhuang is a person who uses any means to achieve his goal.

Soon, it was the ss level battle.

According to the rules, only one person in each level and each country can get out of the battle. Xue Ai and Yao Yurou were going, but they were directly rejected by Zhang Banhuang's men who specially arranged the matter. They directly designated one person to participate, and they and Gao Yifan and others all continued to fight.

The few people were very angry. They had no share of the ten places each major country received, so naturally Zhang Banhuang's people went to participate.

And with their own strength, they don’t even give them any chance.

Zhang Banhuang's disciple was very arrogant and said directly: "This is the quota that the Banhuang has fought for. Give it to whoever you want. If you want a quota, you can fight for it yourself."

Yao Yurou's face turned red with anger and wanted to argue with him, but she heard Xue Dongli's voice ringing in her ears and said, "Don't worry, I have my own way."

Yao Yurou was stunned. It was her master.

The master is here.

She immediately felt relieved.

With a master here, these people are considered yarn!

She pulled Xue Ai, Gao Yifan and others to retreat aside. Gao Yifan and others were very puzzled. She said, "Master said that she has his own way."

"Doctor Xue is here?" Gao Yifan, Song Jiajun and others all showed joy. They trust Xue Dongli unconditionally. As long as she is here, there is nothing that cannot be solved.

Soon, all the quotas were settled, but the number of people in the three major countries including the Ottoman Empire was not ideal, much lower than that of the Bharato and Yanxia countries.

The three of them were dissatisfied, but their direct descendants all entered, and they had nothing else to say.

Only those psychics from small countries and those psychics from big countries who are estranged from half-Emperors have to be beaten to pieces and swallow them by their teeth and blood.

A hundred psychics had been selected, and they flew towards the nine doors and entered one after another.

Some psychics were unwilling to accept it and wanted to enter, so they wanted to break in. Who knew that as soon as they approached, a thunder suddenly struck from the holy city, hitting him directly, and knocking him into a black line. Charcoal fell from mid-air.

He has been beaten to the point of no one. Even if he survives, it will take a long time and a lot of resources to completely recover, and it will not be worth the loss.

His experience made those who were ready to move dispel the idea of ​​forcing the enemy, and his dissatisfaction became even deeper.

Just as everyone was jealous, a figure suddenly walked out of the darkness.

Everyone turned around and looked at him in surprise.

That person was Wei Canglin.

At this time, he had already put on a black mask and was wearing a navy blue windbreaker. He was tall and upright. The wind blew his clothes and whistled in the air, making him look more handsome, countless The girl's heart is pissed with spring.

Even if they couldn't see his face, they knew that this was definitely a stunning figure.

Zhang Banhuang's face was a little low, and he didn't expect that Pojun would come too.

Before he became half emperor, he had heard of Pojun's name.

He kept scoffing at this young man.

How strong can a little guy with no hair grows? He just has no tiger in the mountains and monkeys are called kings.

Later, Po Jun disappeared, and he successfully broke through the half-imperial realm, so he looked down on Po Jun even more. Even if you have a very famous name for a while, so what if?

He is always the one who laughs the last time.

But Pojun is back.

As soon as he came back, he convinced the families who were ready to move, and even he, the half-emperor, could not do this.

In China, Pojun was called the world's number one person, and he was extremely unhappy.

But he couldn't speak out, otherwise he would seem to be too small and he was competing for fame and profit with a young man.

In his heart, he had already regarded Pojun as an enemy and was very afraid.

The other half-emperors had never dealt with Po Jun, but they had heard of such a person who didn't know much about him. When they saw him suddenly come out, they were observing him carefully.

Pojun suppressed his breath. At this time, he was like an ordinary God of War Realm, and they didn't take him seriously.

But he was so charming that he attracted the attention of the audience when he stood there. Some female supernatural people even asked in a low voice: "Who is this gentleman? Are he single?"

Before they finished speaking, they saw a woman following Po Jun.

That woman is nothing but Xue Dongli.

Xue Dongli is extremely beautiful and has a graceful figure. Standing next to Wei Canglin, he looks like a myth of a heroic beauty, which makes people jealous.

Wei Canglin didn't say anything and went straight to the holy city. A Bharato genius blocked him and said with a serious expression: "You don't have a quota, so you can't go."

Po Jun said lightly: "The quota is not something that is given by others, but is something that he strives for."

His words were slapping Zhang Banhuang's disciple in the face.

He even slapped Zhang Banhuang in the face.

Zhang Banhuang still had a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes.

It seems that Pojun is not good today.

But the quota has been settled, what can he do?

Zhang Banhuang stared at him, wanting to see what medicine he sold in the gourd.

The psychic sneer from the Bharato country sneered and said, "What do you want to do? You have seen the fate of that person. Could it be that you also want to go over and give it a try?"

Po Jun said: "I really want to give it a try."

The psychic sage from the Bharato country laughed and said, "Since you are not afraid of death, I won't stop you. Go, you are just electrocuted, we won't help you collect the body."

Pojun said: "No need to worry. If I die, I will turn into a pile of ashes and dissipate between heaven and earth."

The psychics in Bharata sneered, retreated aside, and asked for help, and then said to the other psychics next to them: "They have a saying in Yanxia Country: Don't hit the wall and don't look back. Today I understand this sentence

What does it mean?"

The psychic next to him shook his head and smiled, "Let's just look at how he makes a fool of himself."

Everyone looked like a joke, but Zhang Banhuang was secretly happy. If Po Jun could really die here, it would be great.

If he had not died, and had made a ugliness in public and was chopped into a pile of coke, he would have lost his reputation and no one would mention the title of the number one person in the world.

This Pojun is indeed too young. If it were him, he would never have taken this risk.
Chapter completed!