God's Calculation: Reject The Empress At The Beginning!

"Woooo!"

Countless ice arrows are continuously generated, constantly shooting at the opponent.

Feng Qingwu didn't give the opponent any chance to breathe at all.

"I...I admit defeat."

After holding on for two minutes, Feng Qingwu's opponent felt aggrieved.

If you look for it, he will die.

Although he is only a clone now, he doesn't want to die in the duel arena like this.

"Um."

Feng Qingwu nodded slightly

She waved her hand, and the countless ice arrows instantly turned into invisible cold air.

"Your Majesty is mighty."

"Your Majesty is mighty!"

Countless people of the Tianxuan Dynasty cheered.

There was a smile on Xiao Fan's face, Feng Qingwu's shot should be the right choice, there is a high probability that there will be a lot of merit, and Feng Qingwu can retire earlier.

"Feng Qingwu, even if you and Xiao Fan are good now and can get a good ranking, your life will definitely not be easy in the future."

Feng Qingwu's opponent sneered.

He dropped a word and left the arena.

In the huge shouts, ordinary people did not hear what Feng Qingwu's opponent said.

But Xiao Fan and other powerful people could hear it clearly.

The eyes of many strong people flickered.

"Unfortunately, the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Conference should be postponed for another six months."

"That's right, if it is delayed for another half a year, what are Xiao Fan and the others?"

Some Xianmen powerhouses communicated secretly.

The strength of their deity is much stronger, and naturally they are not convinced.

But it's useless if they don't accept it. Now they really can't beat Xiao Fan and Feng Qingwu.

Gradually it ends.

"It's time!"

"Everyone pay attention, today's competition is over, and the top 100 in the sky is born."

"Tomorrow will be the top 100 ranking competition in the sky."

"It starts at 90."

Dong Changhou's loud voice spread to all directions.

"tomorrow--"

Xiao Fan had a look of anticipation in his eyes, and the time will be full for Nine Heavens tomorrow morning.

The system can be upgraded to the seventh-level.

"Wow!"

Xiao Jin took Xiao Fan and the others away.

Countless people who arrived here did not leave at all.

Tomorrow is the last day. If you leave at this time, you will definitely not be able to squeeze in tomorrow.

...

"Who is your Excellency, and what do you mean by inviting us all over?"

Inside an inn in Tianhe City, a Martial Venerate-level powerhouse said.

Thirty of them, Martial Venerate, gathered.

A Martial Venerate-level powerhouse secretly invited them over. The other party was still wearing a mask, and they didn't know the other party's identity.

"Everyone, don't worry, there is no malicious intent for this seat to invite you here."

The masked man said, his voice was weird, obviously disguised.

"You'd better tell us your identity."

The powerhouse of the Condor Dynasty, Maiselei, said solemnly that he was Feng Qingwu's opponent.

Although he was defeated by Feng Qingwu, his Martial Venerate 6-star strength was still the powerhouse of the Eagle Dynasty, and his words were still relatively heavy.

The masked man smiled strangely: "Messer fellow daoist, don't you want to take revenge? It doesn't matter what your identity is, the important thing is that you also hate Xiao Fan."

"Children Huangkou, how can He De be above us at the top of the list?"

Hearing him say this, Massey's face softened a lot.

"What do you mean?"

Massey said solemnly, "Even if we discuss, we can't beat Xiao Fan right now."

The mask is humane: "Not necessarily."

"This seat has a way to transfer everyone's power and make people soar in a short period of time."

Messeree's eyes flickered: "We just can transfer our clones? Are there any sequelae?"

The mask is humane: "We just can't do the power transfer of the clone, there must be sequelae, and the clone of the strong who gives the power will be shattered."

"Those who gain strength will also have no small sequelae."

"We choose Martial Venerate-level powerhouses to receive power. Ten participations should allow the opponent to reach the nine-star Martial Venerate, and twenty participations can reach the Nascent Soul early stage."

Maiseley frowned and said, "Xiao Fan's strength in the Nascent Soul early stage, even if we pay a high price to make him reach the Nascent Soul early stage, we can't kill him."

The masked man smiled strangely: "If there are forty, it should allow those who receive power to reach the Nascent Soul middle stage."

Another strong man frowned and said, "Let people gain such strength in a short period of time. When his power is exhausted, he is afraid that he will die."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The masked man laughed, "Do you really care about the life and death of those ants? Even if the other party is Martial Venerate now, in our eyes, they are just ants."

"It's good that the ants can die with a little value."

Messeree's eyes flashed brightly, and he invited thirty or so people by himself. If the rest of the people helped out, it would not be a problem to invite ten more people.

"Can it really be done?"

Massey murmured.

The masked man smiled strangely: "If you can't do this, are you deliberately lying to you? You are all just clones, and even if you die, you won't die."

"What's the benefit of offending so many of you to this seat?"

Some people present nodded.

This is true.

Even if the masked man was disguised by Xiao Fan, there was no need for Xiao Fan to offend them like this.

Some of them did not target Xiao Fan on the surface.

"What method do you plan to use to do it?"

Massey asked.

"This seat has already arranged the formation. You need to find people who willingly accept the power. The success rate of the other party's willingness will be much higher."

Humane masks.

Massey frowned and said, "Do you mean that there is still a chance of failure?"

The mask is humane: "Help a Martial Venerate-level person reach the Nascent Soul level in a short period of time. Would you believe me if I said that it was 100% successful?"

Massey shook his head.

Another humane said: "What's the success rate?"

"The success rate in Nascent Soul early stage is about 80%, and in Nascent Soul middle stage, the success rate is 50%."

"You'd better hurry up and decide."

"It will take time to help it improve its strength."

Massey's eyes swept across the audience: "You guys won't be afraid of Xiao Fan, a little brat, right?"

"Even if you kill him, the Tianxuan Dynasty really dares to throw the bullets everywhere?"

"Tomorrow is the last day of the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament, and it's everyone's last chance."

"Opponents, please stand up."

No one made a sound.

As Xianmen powerhouses, they certainly wouldn't be afraid of Xiao Fan.

And it's not to let them die, it's just that their clones perish.

"very good."

"The Martial Venerate-level powerhouse will try to find a way, and you can call as many people as possible."

"Where's the location?"

Massey looked at Mask Humane.

The masked man said the location, and it was not too far from Tianhe City.

"If everyone leaks the news, the rest will be punished, how about it?"

Humane masks.

Everyone nodded.

Two quarters of an hour later, Massey brought a Martial Venerate-level powerhouse to the appointed place.

"Messer, fellow daoist, you can count, and I'll wait for you."

Someone spoke.

Forty-odd Martial Venerate-level powerhouses gathered here.

They've all changed, and their voices are much different now.

Massey's mouth twitched.

If they did this, they didn't know if all the original thirty or so had arrived. If Xiao Fan was looking for trouble in the future, he would be a budding bird.

"Upton, are you willing?"

The masked man's gaze fell on the old man next to Massey.

"Um."

Upton nodded.

He had dealt with Xiao Fan, it turned out that he and the Ninth Fleet went to the Tianxuan Dynasty, but the Ninth Fleet lost to the Tianxuan Dynasty.

Shame on Upton.

The strength of the subsequent Tianxuan Dynasty continued to grow, making him feel no hope of revenge.

"You might die."

The masked man said solemnly.

Upton said calmly: "If Death is to die for the country, Lord Massey also promised to take good care of our family."

"Besides, I'm not necessarily going to die."

"If I don't die, my strength should be much stronger in the future."

The masked man nodded: "Yes, it is best to have such a belief!"