Chapter 1212 If you continue to mess around, I will disqualify you from participating in the competi

Although Zhulong was dead, blood continued to flow out of these fist holes, dyeing the surrounding space red.

"Who is it? Who killed Zhulong?" An ancient ancestor of the Shenglong clan said in surprise.

Zhulong is a seventh-level God Emperor, and he is not an ordinary seventh-level God Emperor. He has extraordinary combat power, but he was killed like this by the disciples participating in this competition.

"Could it be Song Andong?" An ancient ancestor thought that Song Andong almost waited until the end to come out, and couldn't help but wonder.

"It should be Song Andong! I didn't expect Song Andong's combat power to be so terrifying!" Another ancient ancestor exclaimed: "It seems that his talent is higher than we know."

Among the disciples participating in the competition of Yuanshi Holy Land this time, Song Andong is the strongest, so everyone suspects Song Andong.

Li Qian was puzzled, he always felt that it was not Song Andong.

He carefully observed the fist hole on Zhulong's body. This fist hole seemed to be the same as the fist hole on the chest of Luo Jihu and his brother.

After Yang Xiaotian returned to the restaurant, he did not have a banquet with the people in Longfu, but returned to his own courtyard and took out the space artifacts of the two brothers Luo Jihu.

However, what disappointed Yang Xiaotian was that there were only some spiritual stones, magic medicines, and several secret books in the space artifacts of Luo Jihu and his brother.

These things had no effect on Yang Xiaotian at all.

Just as Yang Xiaotian was checking the space artifacts of Yang Xiaotian and Luo Jihu, the courtyard where the Tianlong Holy Church lived was dull.

"Master, don't worry, Yang Xiaotian will not be so lucky in the second round of the ring tomorrow. At that time, I will definitely slap him to death!" Song Anton said to Liu Ming.

Liu Ming nodded, and glanced at Song Andong and the disciples of the Tianlong Holy Sect who would participate in tomorrow's battle: "Tomorrow, you must kill Yang Xiaotian."

"The ten top-grade Chaos Spiritual Veins and one thousand bottles of Second Heavenly Dao Holy Water are extremely important to us."

Song Andong took a deep breath, looked at the Dragon Residence Courtyard, with murderous intent in his eyes, and responded respectfully with the disciples.

In another mansion, Chen Heng of the Qilin Clan also had a cold face, and said to Chen Jing, Chen Fayong and others: "For tomorrow's battle, find someone to arrange it, so that Yang Xiaotian will fight against Song Andong in the first game."

Chen Jing and others looked embarrassed.

"Young Clan Leader, the Shenglong Clan is a tough old bone to chew, I'm afraid it will be difficult to arrange it." Chen Jing pondered.

After all, this Yuanshi Holy Battle is hosted by the Shenglong Clan, and it is hosted by Li Qian himself. It is difficult for them to intervene.

If some ancient ancestors of the Shenglong clan were in charge, they might be able to bribe them with enough high-quality Chaos Spiritual Veins, but Li Qian had no chance of being bribed.

Nothing happened overnight.

The next day, Yang Xiaotian and a group of masters from the Dragon Palace came to the Shenglong Platform again.

In addition to Yang Xiaotian, many disciples from the Dragon Palace passed the first round.

Wu Xiaoqian from the Tiannv Palace looked at Yang Xiaotian without blinking. After returning yesterday, she couldn't forget the scene of Luo Jihu and Luo Feijun besieging and killing Yang Xiaotian, and the chests of Luo Jiluo and Luo Feijun being blown up.

Was it really him?

However, after thinking about it for a day, she still didn't believe that it was this Yang Xiaotian who did it.

Yang Xiaotian felt Wu Xiaoqian's eyes and glanced at Wu Xiaoqian.

This look made Wu Xiaoqian feel like she was struck by lightning.

For some reason, Yang Xiaotian's eyes made her feel frightened.

No god had ever made her feel this way.

At this time, Li Qian led a group of masters from the Shenglong clan to fly over.

After arriving at the scene, Li Qian glanced at Song Andong, Wu Xiaoqian, Liao Zhishan and other disciples.

Yesterday, he had been thinking about the terrifying fist holes on Zhulong's body.

He wondered which participating disciple had killed Zhulong, who was a seventh-level Divine Emperor.

After a glance, Li Qian regained his mind and said, "Today is the second round of the Holy Land Battle."

"The second round is the ring battle!"

Then he briefly explained the rules of the ring battle.

In the ring battle, the opponent is determined by drawing lots.

After Li Qian finished talking about the rules of the ring battle, he said, "Now, all the disciples who entered the second round come forward to draw lots to determine the opponent of the first battle."

Just as Li Qian finished speaking, Yang Xiaotian suddenly said, "Patriarch Li, I want to challenge all the participating disciples alone, I wonder if it's okay?"

As soon as Yang Xiaotian said this, Li Qian was stunned: "What did you say?"

He didn't react for a while.

But the scene suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked at Yang Xiaotian in astonishment.

Even Long Feiyi and the masters of the Dragon Clan looked at Yang Xiaotian in astonishment.

What did Yang Xiaotian say just now?

He wants to challenge all the participating disciples alone?

"Xiaotian, you are making a fuss!" Long Feiyi shouted.

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A disciple of the Refining God Sect who entered the second round laughed: "Did everyone hear that? Yang Xiaotian just said that he wants to challenge all of our participating disciples alone."

"Don't know how to live or die!" Even the ancient ancestor of the Shenglong Clan, Li Gensheng, said angrily.

When everyone thought that Yang Xiaotian was making such a foolish joke, Wu Xiaoqian of the Tiannv Palace was shocked and her breathing became different.

Could it be?

No, she didn't believe it!

She didn't believe that Yang Xiaotian could challenge all the participating disciples of their Yuanshi Holy Land alone.

Yang Xiaotian ignored the laughter of the crowd and looked at Li Qian, the patriarch of the Shenglong clan. "I will challenge all the disciples participating in the second round of Yuanshi Holy Land alone. If I can beat all the participating disciples, I hope that Patriarch Li can give me all the rewards for the top ten."

He is in urgent need of 60 million years of divine medicine and the holy water of the second heaven.

Everyone was stunned.

"This kid has a delusion, right? He actually wants to defeat all the participating disciples by himself, and he also wants to get all the rewards for the top ten." A Tianlong Holy Sect disciple next to Song Anton said.

Li Qian looked at Yang Xiaotian and said in a deep voice: "If you continue to talk nonsense and make trouble here, I will deprive you of your qualification to participate in the competition!"

In his opinion, Yang Xiaotian did it on purpose.

Deliberately disrupting the order here.

Yang Xiaotian, a God Lord, actually wanted to challenge all the participating disciples of Yuanshi Holy Land, which was simply ridiculous!

You should know that there are 30,000 to 40,000 participating disciples who entered the second round, and almost all of them are God Lords above the tenth level, and there are even more than 30 God Emperors.

A God Lord of the first level actually wants to challenge 30,000 to 40,000 God Lords above the tenth level. Isn't this nonsense?

Yang Xiaotian felt helpless when he saw Li Qian saying that he was talking nonsense and continued to make trouble, so he deprived himself of his qualification to participate in the competition, but he didn't say anything more.

Originally, he wanted to use this method to reduce unnecessary time, but it was obviously not feasible.

"Everyone, come forward and continue to draw lots." Li Qian saw Yang Xiaotian shut up and spoke to the disciples.

Yang Xiaotian could only go forward with the disciples to draw lots.

He drew number two, and the other person who drew number two was Song Andong from the Tianlong Holy Sect.