Big brother is as beautiful as scum [Transmigration Book]

There are still a few stars in the light gray sky, as if covered by gray gauze, the stars are dim.

On the vast land, dark red scars are left everywhere, and corpses are piled up everywhere, and a thick bloody atmosphere fills the space between the heaven and the earth, which lasts for a long time.

On a small hillside at the leeward side, a person was standing, looking up at the sky, where there were several black spots that went farther and farther until they disappeared.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Jing Li didn't turn his head, but raised his chin in the direction he was looking, "This is already the No. 19 one I saw after I came out." He came out of the cave within less than half a column. At the time of Xiang, there is not much time left until the Yin-Yang Liuhe Formation opens, and those who have not acted before and are ready to give it a go at the last moment have all started to leave.

Cang Qi raised his eyes, and there was a slight white streak in the sky, which was set off by the dark red on the ground, which seemed to be soaked in blood, showing a faint red.

Several figures flew across the sky, leaving a very faint silhouette and disappearing into the sky.

Everyone is rushing to the place of inheritance, intending to stand on the stage and become today's winner.

"Let's go."

When the two of Jing Li arrived at their destination, there was only half an hour left, and the competition on the ten-party ring became more and more fierce. Almost every ten seconds, one person would kick off the stage.

Looking around, almost all the people standing on the ten-party ring had just knocked the previous person off the stage, and immediately ushered in the next round of new challenges.

Except for a young man with a handsome face and a somewhat gloomy temperament on the second ring from the west, who has always stood on the ring and has never been beaten down, the other masters of the nine rings are changing every moment——

On the first ring in the east, a female cultivator in white drove a flying sword and pierced a big hole in the abdomen of another female cultivator in yellow. But he had already soared into the air, raised his legs sideways and swept across, and swept the female cultivator in yellow to the ring.

There was also a third-party arena from the north. A baby-faced monk in blue clothes used a big gourd that could spew yellow sand, and forced the monks who rushed up the stage to fall off the stage. Surround yourself with high barriers to protect yourself from sneak attacks from behind.

On the east side of the arena, there are two monks who are competing for the arena. They are of equal strength and strength, but one is experienced and the other is immature. Soon the latter is caught by the former. Holding the true essence, he knocked the latter off the ring with a palm.

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The fight in front of them was far more intense than in the martial arts tournament, and everyone fought fiercely.

Jing Li looked around, except for the gloomy young man on the west ring who seemed calm and relaxed, the rest of the nine rings were all looking tired.

But under the arena, there are still countless people staring at the positions on the stage, like countless moths rushing to the flame, jumping onto the stage to compete with the people on the stage.

Of course, not everyone is in a hurry to go up now, many of them, like Jing Li, are preparing to make a move at the last moment, and they are standing at the periphery, watching the battle of dragons and tigers on the ring calmly.

Cang Qi glanced across the ring in ten directions, and quickly determined the target, "I intend to go to the ring in the center." After speaking, he turned his head and looked at the people around him.

At this time, standing on the central arena was a strong man over nine feet tall, fighting fiercely with an old man in gray robes.

Although both of them seem to be not weak, Jing Li didn't think that these two would be Cang Qi's opponents, so he laughed and said, "If Senior Brother goes forward, we will definitely be able to win the battle."

In the words, there is full confidence in the other party.

No matter which side Cang Qi chooses, Jing Li doesn't think he will lose.

In his mind, one of the ten rings must belong to his senior brother.Although he didn't understand how Cang Qi would choose the ring surrounded by people in the middle, but this did not hinder his confidence in the latter.

In the battle on the central arena, the outcome has already been decided, and Jiang is the hottest man in the end. After the old man in gray robe suppressed the strong man, he directly took him off the arena; at the same time, another person jumped onto the stage.

There is still a little time before the final time limit, and the current champion may not be able to have the last laugh.

Jing Li looked away indifferently, looked at the other rings, and unexpectedly met the eyes of the people around him, his eyes widened in surprise.

It wasn't until Cang Qi repeated what he said just now that he realized it belatedly. After Cang Qi said his goal, he was waiting for his answer.

"Um, whatever you want." Jing Li scratched his face, "The ring guard is the weakest at that time, so I'll go with that." Ask him now, but he really can't answer.

Cang Qi didn't seem surprised by Jing Li's answer, and asked directly, "How about Nan San?"

Jing Li subconsciously looked towards Nanqi's third ring, and when he saw the position of that ring, he instantly understood what Cang Qi meant.

Although the ten square arenas are distributed in a cross shape, the distances between the arenas are not the same.

Some are several feet apart, while others are only a dozen or so feet away. Among the ten rings, the closest distance is the ring in the middle, and the third ring from the south. The visual distance is within three meters. .

What Cang Qi meant was to let him stay in the ring closest to him, so that he could watch over him at any time, or in other words, directly help him cheat...

Only then did Jing Li understand why Cang Qi chose the ring in the middle.Unexpectedly, the other party even considered this.

For a moment, Jing Li had mixed feelings.

Cang Qi, who didn't get the answer for a long time, only thought that Jing Li was a little stage frightened about the next fight, so he raised his hand, rubbed the top of Jing Li's hair, and comforted him. "Don't panic."

Jing Li was stunned for a moment, and also looked up at the man in a daze.

A gust of wind passed by, and the robe was lifted slightly, Cang Qi did not move at all, a pair of black eyes reflected a dazed face.

After a while, Jing Li came back to his senses, pursed his lips, and his voice was a little uncomfortable. "Senior brother underestimates me too much." Although the other party's concerns are really normal, because among the monks present, the foundation building is everywhere, and there are as many golden cores as dogs.

Cang Qi turned a deaf ear to it, but smiled and said, "I'm a martial brother, I just want to be closer to him."

He even found a reason for him to step down.

Jing Li couldn't help being embarrassed, coughed dryly, and said seriously. "I'm serious, if I used other methods to compete for these ten places, I might really dare not say that I can do it; but since it's a group arena, I naturally have my own way, and I hope senior brother can rest assured that I will be able to compete with you." The senior brothers will get one of the ten places together." As a seven show, how can you lose in such a thing as grabbing the stage.

Cang Qi smiled and said, "Since that's the case, wouldn't it be good for my junior brother to be by my side?"

Jing Li: "..." In case Nansan is standing on the arena with a Nascent Soul cultivator, can he still catch the leak? "Is this..."

Cang Qi frowned, with disapproval on his face.

How should he explain to Cang Qi the racial advantage of being a Seven Showman when grabbing the table, Jing Li struggled for a long time, "I will hurry up before the time limit, find the weakest one, and take the time to make a move. problematic."

In order to prove that what he said was true, Jing Li stretched out his hand and shook the ring on his hand, smiling. "The things inside here were put in by the senior brother himself, are you afraid that I will suffer a loss?"

Cang Qi looked down at the silvery white, pondered for a while, and finally agreed, "Since that's the case, be careful."

"I know, I know." Jing Li nodded hastily, he was very sorry for his life.

When the last moment approached, many monks present couldn't hold back any longer and jumped down one after another, scrambling towards the arena. Some of them even started their hands before they even got on the stage to reduce the chance of getting on the stage. subsequent obstacles.

At the last quarter of an hour, Cang Qi jumped onto the center ring.

The scimitar collided with the long sword, and there was a burst of flames.

……

Jing Li stared at the ten-party ring, comparing the strength of each party.

At this time, those who can still stand on the ring and guard the ring are all the best among those present.

Although it is said to find the weakest one, this is only a relative term.

If he was really weak, he would have been kicked out of the ring long ago.

While observing the various arenas, Jing Li paid attention to the little time left.

At the moment before the formation was about to open, Jing Li finally determined the target.

Starting from the second ring in the east, there is a big black-faced man standing on it.

He is not the weakest of the ten, but he has fought so far with only a mountain ax in his hand.

The moment a circle of white light appeared around the Shifang ring, Jing Li moved.

Cang Qi stood on the center stage, looked at the pink figure in the distance, and frowned slightly.

The seamless connection between the traces left by the sword shadow and Die Nongzu.

At the same time that the black-faced man was pushed off the stage, Jing Li landed firmly on the ring.

Turning around, facing Cang Qi's direction, she smiled brightly.

In the next second, the Yin-Yang Liuhe Formation opened up, and the sky above seemed to be split.

For a moment, the golden light was shining, falling on every inch of the formation, and the turbulent spiritual energy shook instantly, and the strong wind blew, and the clothes and robes of the people present who played the drums were blown, and they could hardly open their eyes.

Circles of white awns rose from the ground, forming beams of light, encircling the ring from all directions, preventing others from approaching.

But when the beams of light rushed up to the clouds, all the figures on the ring disappeared into the beams of light.

The ground under his feet cracked again, and the ten rings gradually sank, and finally sank into the ground like before he was born.

At the moment when the ground cracked, the people present jumped into the air one after another. After the golden light dissipated, all they saw was a piece of bare black soil. The people on the arena disappeared from their eyes together with the arena.