Chapter 70: Lose, lose, lose

Huang Wulin fearlessly, facing the fiery power, the two of them instantly disappeared in place. In the blink of an eye, a rumbling sound came from the sky.

There was a look of expectation in the eyes of the crowd. After seeing the strength of Nangong Xiaoxiao, there was already more hope in their hearts.

In the current three battles, as a whole, the human race has the advantage temporarily.

"It's so boring to wait like this, who else wants to learn from the strong human race?" At this time, a playful voice sounded.

The crowd looked at the source of the sound, but saw Yu Qizi look at the people of the Human Race with a chuckle, with contempt in his eyes.

"Asshole!"

"Yuqizi, you dare to break your promise!"

The human monk was very angry, clenched his fists, and stared at Yu Qizi with red eyes.

Although this is the home ground of the human race, but now that thousands of races enter, there are as many as thousands of foreign monks on this ancient road.

Moreover, in terms of overall quality, it is far stronger than human monks of the same rank.

Now that the foreign monks are united, how can the human race be their opponent?

However, the human race is helpless. The number of foreign monks is scarce. They naturally want to unite together. Only in this way can the human race take away the luck of the human race.

For the Qilin tribe, even if they compete for the luck of the human race, it may not be a big deal, but for those ordinary races, this luck is very precious.

This is also one of the reasons why other second-rate and third-rate races are willing to listen to Yuqizi's orders.

Who doesn't want his race to be strong?

Not only the human race, but also other races.

"In the next Qilin Clan Muyun, I would like to learn from the strong human race!" No matter how angry the human race was, the other party did not give them a chance at all and saw a man in a green robe approaching.

The man's skin is green, covered with some green fish scales, it is extremely fine, comparable to a **** armor.

The most peculiar thing is that under his feet, countless flowers and plants are clustered, revealing a powerful force of vitality.

"Wood Qilin!" The Human Race instantly judged the race of the Qingpao man, and only the Qilin Clan's Mu Qilin clan had such a powerful vitality.

Moreover, the aura exuding from Mu Qilin Mu Yun's body is also extremely powerful, and has reached the peak of the Great Emperor Realm.

Since the opponent dared to step forward to provoke, the strength is certainly not weaker than the fire.

This is also Yu Qizi's plan, instead of slowly crushing the human race monks and crushing the courage of the human race monks to fight, it is better to scare the human race at once.

It is precisely because of this that he sent his own confidant and Mu Yun to play.

If other races go up and human races fight one by one, they will see hope more or less.

But now, he let Huo Zhi and Mu Yun take action, just to crush the hope of the human monk.

As Yuqizi expected, for a time, no human monk was willing to step forward.

"My son is missing a mount, just you." Suddenly, an indifferent voice sounded, but Beichen Star Soul stepped into the sky and appeared opposite Mu Qilin.

Guan Xiaoqi, who was just about to take a shot, quickly stopped his figure. Although he was very upset with the Beichen Star Soul, these people were still more reliable at the critical moment.

"Unfortunately, the third brother is not here, and they have left Huang Wujiang. Otherwise, it is definitely impossible for foreigners to oppress Humans." Guan Xiaoqi thought to himself.

But he also knew that Yu Qizi dared to hold this so-called tea party, naturally he had guessed the result a long time ago.

If Huang Wujiang did not leave, how dare Yuqizi provoke the Human Race?

After a while, Beichen Star Soul and Mu Yun fought together and became the fourth battlefield.

"This is just the beginning." Guan Xiaoqi squinted his eyes, and a ray of light flashed in his eyes.

Sure enough, Yu Qizi looked calm, with a faint smile on his face, and looked at a man in a golden robe beside him.

The man in the golden robe stepped forward, his eyes swept across the tens of thousands of cultivators of the Human Race coldly, and said indifferently: "Does the Human Race dare to come up and die?"

The tone of the man in the golden robe was cold, and at the same time he was very arrogant and arrogant.

Others were kind of polite. When he came up, he would directly kill the monk of the human race.

With this momentum alone, most Human Race cultivators lost their courage in the first battle. I have to say that this man in the golden robe is not an ordinary tyrannical man.

"It's the Jinlin of the Jinqilin clan. It is rumored that Yuqizi entered the ancient road of the human race this time, and brought his five war generals. I didn't expect it to be true."

"Not to mention the tyrannical strength of Yu Qizi, the five generals under him are not much weaker than him. This time, it is enough to overwhelm the human race."

"Since the tea party ten thousand years ago, the human race has never been defeated in the battle of luck. This time, it is estimated that the human race will be planted again. This time I want to see who else dares to fight."

The foreign monk was shocked, and he was also frightened by the aura of the man in the golden robe, but when he thought of defeating the human race, he could get the luck of the human race, and he was delighted.

If relying on the strength of these races, it is obviously impossible to seize the luck of the human race.

Now that they can succeed, they are also covered by the light of the Qilin tribe.

"I will fight you!"

What surprised everyone was that someone really dared to stand up at this time, and the voice was still a woman.

In the surprised eyes of the crowd, a handsome-looking man stepped forward, and many people showed weird looks.

"It's Ji Wuyan." Someone whispered. If it was normal, many people would have laughed, but now, no one wants to laugh.

No matter what kind of person Ji Wuyan was before, but at this time, Ji Wuyan dared to stand up and carry the backbone of the human race. This alone is enough to be worthy of the respect of all races.

"Things that are neither men nor women will dirty my hands if they are killed." Jin Lin's eyes showed disdain. The next moment, his figure flashed and instantly appeared in front of Ji Wuyan.

How could Ji Wuyan think that Jin Lin's speed was so terrifying, before he recovered, one of Jin Lin's hands had penetrated his chest.

At this moment, Ji Wuyan's face showed a look of despair, a threat of death enveloped him, and his pupils trembled violently.

However, Jin Lin didn't let go of his intentions at all, and directly tore his chest open, and his body turned into blood mist and filled the void.

One blow, Ji Wuyan, die!

"Hiss~" Seeing this, the human monk couldn't help but sucked in a cold breath, with a look of fear in his eyes.

Boom!

At this moment, two explosions came from the sky, but they saw two streams of light slamming outside the ancient city, and above the sky, there were two figures standing with their hands standing on their faces. Indifferently overlooking below.

The two were not others, it was Huzhi and Mu Yun who had fought against Huang Wulin and Beichen Star Soul. The two stood there peacefully now, without even thinking about the ending of Beichen Star Soul and Huang Wulin.

Seeing this scene, the human monks collectively lost their voices.