Big Brother is great again

"Do you really dare to reject me?"

A fierce light flashed in the eyes of the Scarlet Tyrant.

"Wait, senior, I am willing! I am willing to join your team!" Behind Chen Feng, the monk named Longtou raised his right hand with a pale face.

He was afraid that Chen Feng's actions would anger the bloody tyrant and bring danger to himself.

Hearing Longtou's words, a smile appeared on the Scarlet Tyrant's face again.

"You are fine, come here, as for the few left, hehe"

With a cruel smile on his face, the Scarlet Tyrant slowly approached Chen Feng and the others, his aura slowly suppressing him.

Behind Chen Feng, everyone became nervous, only Chen Feng standing in the front looked calm.

He has a trump card, even if he is as strong as the Scarlet Tyrant, Chen Feng doesn't think he will be his opponent after taking Renmai Pill and Explosive Yuan San.

So Chen Feng didn't panic.

But the people behind panicked!

They didn't know that Chen Feng had such a hole card.

At this time, Taipen, Shuiguan and others also began to regret why they didn't go with Longtou.

Just when the two sides were at war, and seeing that the battle was about to develop, an old voice suddenly came from above the hall.

"Everyone who came to the trial from afar, I am the weapon spirit of this fairy mansion. My master left three trial levels when he left. You have passed the first two, which shows that your strength or luck is Undoubtedly, the next stage will be the last hurdle, and if you pass it, you can get the final reward left by my master."

Everyone followed the prestige and saw a translucent old man floating above the hall, looking at the people below with a smile on his face.

After hearing Qi Ling's words, excited smiles appeared on everyone's faces, even Chen Feng also smiled.

Seeing Qi Ling coming out, the blood-handed tyrant stopped looking for trouble. Although Qi Ling is not human, he still has a temper. What if he bumped into him and was thrown out of the Immortal Mansion?

The blood-handed tyrant gave Chen Feng and the others a vicious look, and then returned to his previous position.

above.

Looking at the excited faces of the monks below, the old man with the spirit showed a satisfied smile on his face.

"My master is a powerful Sanxian in ancient times. He has extremely high requirements for those who obtain his inheritance. They must either be strong or have bad luck. Therefore, for this last trial, you need to have enough courage to choose whether to participate."

As soon as the old man's voice fell, a pot exploded below.

From Qi Ling's words, it is not difficult to hear the danger of the last checkpoint.

Either the strength is strong, or the luck is against the sky, other than these two, the others are useless!

And in this hall, the most powerful person is undoubtedly the blood-handed tyrant Li Gang, and the others can only compete for luck.

This caused many African chiefs to shed unwilling tears.

In addition to the non-chieftain accident, some people who were unwilling to reconcile also discussed it one after another.

"The words of this Senior Artifact Spirit sound a bit pervasive!" said a timid monk.

"Hmph! What do you know? Comprehension practitioners of my generation fight against the heavens and the earth. We are against the heavens. Naturally, we must have strong strength or luck against the heavens. Senior Qi Ling's words are not wrong!" The monk scolded disdainfully.

"Oh? From the look of this fellow Taoist, it seems that he wants to participate." Someone next to him admired.

"Who said I'm going to participate, I have no cultivation and no luck, so I'm going to die?" The man said as it should.

Bystanders:

In the field, the happiest person was Li Gang, the bloody tyrant.

As the person with the highest cultivation level present, the old man's words undoubtedly showed him that he will have a huge advantage in the next trial, and it is even very likely that he will be the bloody tyrant who will get the final reward!

"You guys, you are not allowed to withdraw from the meeting, and all of you will participate in it. If anyone dares to withdraw, I will let him die!" The blood-handed tyrant said to the people around him pitifully.

Everyone was suffocated when they heard the words. They wanted to withdraw, but they didn't dare to speak first, so they could only agree in resentment.

The people below were buzzing and discussing, and the old man above was smiling and looking at them, like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

"Okay, from now on, those who want to participate in the next trial, please stand on the stage behind me."

As the voice of the old man with the spirit fell, the whole hall suddenly trembled.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a huge tremor, a huge high platform slowly rose from the center of the hall, and did not stop until it was half a meter high.

"Are you ready for the final challenge?" The old man's voice was bewitching.

Chapter 1 The Little Black House

"Ahem, that, what is the content of the trial left?"

A monk raised his hand and asked in embarrassment, "It's not that he is cowardly, this thing will burp if you are not careful, how can it happen if you don't ask clearly?"

The monk's words also represented the aspirations of the vast majority of people, so everyone listened carefully.

Above, the old man with the spirit of the weapon showed a strange smile: "The ones who stay will become a member of the arena, and then a random duel will be held. The last three survivors will get different levels of rewards."

As soon as this remark came out, the monks below all felt tense.

This is the rhythm of a fight to the death!

Although three people can survive in the end, don't forget that there is a strong man in the distraction period, the bloody tyrant.

If it weren't for him, everything would be fine. Everyone's level is about the same, and it's not impossible to fight in a [-]-[-] battle.

But, the bloody tyrant is here, what are you fighting for?Is it better to fight whoever dies?

Although my monks are against the sky, we can't be too stubborn, can we?

"If so, I choose to quit!" said the monk who asked the question.

"I quit too!"

"Me too!"

"I"

After hearing the old man's words, the monks all expressed their desire to quit.

Regarding this, the old man Qi Ling didn't show any dissatisfaction on his face, instead he kept smiling.