I, Scorpio Lone Star, like to make friends

Chapter 16 The Battle of Destiny
afternoon.

The sun is setting in the west and the sun is shining brightly.

The eight-armed spirit catches thousands of people, her soft hair is tied up with a green hairpin, and she wears a white robe with golden patterns embroidered on the cuffs.

The wide sleeves are drooping, and the big sleeves are fluttering, standing against the wind, like a fairy in the nine heavens.

Zhang Shaoquan has broad bones and is nearly one foot tall, like a little giant. Standing beside Wanqian, Wanqian doesn't even fall over his shoulders, weak like a child.

The coarse cloth couldn't hide the strong muscles, and the exposed skin was bronze-colored, as if it had been poured with a layer of bronze. The wide palm, like a cattail fan, was holding the greasy pork knuckle.

With his mouth open, he was biting, stained with vegetable leaves, and with pale yellow teeth, he bit fiercely on a layer of greasy skin and meat. In one bite, the pork knuckle, which weighed four or five catties, was already gone by one-third.

Click.

Not only the meat, but also hard pork bones and big bone sticks were also crushed by Zhang Shaoquan. The meat and bone dregs were swallowed by Zhang Shaoquan.

After a few bites, a pork knuckle was eaten clean.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the palm stained with oil and water, and glanced furtively at Wan Wan. After realizing that he was not looking at himself, he stretched out his hand and took out a pork knuckle out of nowhere.

He opened his mouth and began to gnaw on it, his mouth was full of oil, his mouth was already stuffed with bones and meat, only his cheeks were constantly wriggling.

Ten thousand people looked away from afar, and looked at Zhang Shaoquan, who was beside him with a mouth full of oil. His thick eyebrows were deeply wrinkled, and the word Sichuan was twisted on his forehead.

I didn't pay attention for a while, God turned his image into a stupid pig, and said directly: "Eat, eat, eat."

"I know how to eat."

"You are the top ten famous arresters, you are the best in the list, and you are a rising star of the six schools."

"Pay attention to some images."

"Then Zhao Mingyu wears a bellyband and runs back and forth all day. I don't know how many people make jokes. Zhao Wudu can accept it, but I can't."

"Complete the destiny ceremony, break through to the top three ranks, and become a grand master."

"Worshiping saints, how can you be appreciated by saints with your image."

"After eating for so many years, I can't bear it for three or five days."

Seeing the dazed and ignorant Zhang Shaoquan, Wan Wan sighed, waved his hand and said, "That's all."

"That's not a bad thing."

"Eat well, I'm going to prepare for the battle of destiny at noon tomorrow."

Ten thousand people no longer cared about Zhang Shaoquan, looked into the distance, suddenly focused, stretched out his hand, and a man in a unicorn suit had come to the side of ten thousand people.

Wan Wan stretched out his hand and pointed down: "That is the Yin Zhang arrester who you reported in the morning to come into contact with God Zhao."

The man looked down and saw a handsome young man in the Asuka suit standing holding the Renyi Saber. He nodded and replied, "It's him."

"My subordinates have checked the information, and it is Dou Changsheng, the silver medal arrester from Zhuquefang."

"I also participated in the destiny ceremony."

"Using the ninth-grade body training state, he captured Wansan who had achieved the eighth-grade Qi training, and was promoted to become a silver medal catcher."

"Now it's the eighth-rank Qi training state, and the growth of strength is not slow, and it is also a rare genius."

"If you gather under the door, you will be the mainstay when you step into the third rank in the future, and you will have one more subordinate to help you."

"Saving Dou Changsheng is very difficult for others, but it is not difficult for us. As long as Dou Changsheng is always by Zhang Mingchu's side, he will survive the battle of destiny."

"no need."

Ten thousand people vetoed the proposal, and said coldly: "The battle of destiny is about the breakthrough of the few powers to the top three ranks, and there must be no extra problems."

The man admitted his mistake again and again: "It's Meng Lang, my subordinate. No matter how great the benefits are, it's a side effect. The main thing is Zhang's breakthrough."

"My lord does not intend to save Dou Changsheng, so there is no need for Dou Changsheng to be in front of the headquarters. If Dou Changsheng dies in the headquarters, it will give us a bad reputation."

"This Dou Changsheng has seen God Zhao, and he doesn't know whether God Zhao will interfere in the battle of destiny, or whether his subordinates will severely injure him."

Ten thousand people stretched out their hands to hold the man's shoulder, a pair of eyes flashed a cold light, and a murderous voice sounded: "No need."

"The Destiny Ceremony is promoted by the six gates, Zhao Shenchuang knows the severity."

"Then Dou Changsheng's family background is not high, he is just a remnant of the Nine Nethers, how many Nine Nethers inheritances can he have, even if the Nine Nethers Sect is immortal, the four great true disciples here are only [-]-[-] with Ye Wumian."

"It's too high to look at Zhao Shenzhang. In the same realm, Zhao Shenzhang is not Ye Wuface's opponent. He only met once, and he only spent an hour in the mansion before and after."

"If Dou Changsheng can defeat Ye Wumian in this way, he will be seventh on the list, a peerless evildoer, it will be too cheap."

"Dou Changsheng will definitely die, just drive him away, don't worry too much, big things matter, and everything else is trivial."

"This time, with the help of the God of Wealth Conference, many geniuses gathered in the capital of the gods, and with their blood and flesh, they paved the ladder for less power to reach the sky, and offended many people."

"One alone is nothing, but if gathered together, it is not a weak force. As long as the few powers can become a master, naturally you don't need to care about this group of flies, but there are too many flies, buzzing and calling, it is still very annoying of."

"You find a dark guy and send a message to Ye Wumian, he's too light."

"A lot of people died, but they were all participants in the Mandate of Heaven ceremony, and not enough of their family members died."

"Give him a list. Everyone on the list will die. It will be cleaned up and the six doors will be quiet. This is a good thing for them and us."

Startled, the man raised his head to look at the indifferent Wanqian, and repeatedly saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood rushing towards his face.

There were not a few people who participated in the God of Wealth Conference this time. If the family members were counted, there would definitely be more than a thousand people. If the servants and maidservants were not counted, there would be at least a few thousand people.

Of course, it is impossible for Ye Wumian to kill tens of thousands of people in such a crazy way, and the list is only important people.

But this kind of killing is enough to shake the capital of God and the saint.

Thousands of people looked at the man, their eyes seemed to see through the man's heart, and they said flatly, "Don't worry."

"A saint doesn't care."

"No matter how many people there are, as long as they exchange for a master who is loyal to the court, the saint will be willing."

The country of the Great Zhou was supported by the Grandmaster, not a group of ants.

"This subordinate will do it."

As soon as the man turned around, he stopped and looked into the distance.

A young man who came leisurely, dressed in Asuka costume and carrying a sword of benevolence and righteousness, had enlightenment in his heart.

Ye Wumian came.

What a guts.

Dare to come to the headquarters of the six doors and kill people in front of the six doors.

(End of this chapter)