The descendants of immortals and demons and the participants from the Three Thousand Worlds stared at the Golden Little Manniu angrily. They might feel distressed when they face Long Jiaoyang. But each of them would be afraid of this Manniu.

"What are you looking at? Look at Brother Niu again, Brother Niu poisons you to death!" The golden little manniu suddenly opened his arms, scaring the descendants of the immortals and demons around him and the cultivators from the Three Thousand Worlds retreated one after another.

The process of the Golden Little Manniu killing Zhan Feng with poison, they have witnessed it from the versatile mirror. This guy is also a dangerous person.

"Why? Are you all scared? Who is not convinced? Keep calling?" The Golden Little Manniu has never been a person who stops when he takes advantage. He looks down on the enemies and is very arrogant. The enemies around him are very angry, but they are all afraid of the venom in the hands of the Golden Little Manniu, which is even more terrifying than the venom of the Death Tree, so these people dare not explode.

The old golden manniu was very satisfied with watching it on it, and he had no intention of stopping the golden little manniu Yao at all.

Li Qingyun couldn't stand it anymore. He touched the goat and said in a deep voice, "I think our rules need to be changed. Poison, something that is not within the scope of strength, should be banned in the battle for quota."

"I agree." Ling Zangfeng immediately spoke

"What fellow Taoist Li Qingyun said is right. Poisons and poisons do not fall within the scope of strength. I agree to cancel it." Qi Yang narrowed his eyes and said

Gai Xiong was about to express his opinion, and the old golden manniu said first, "I agree, and I really agree with what you said, "Poison and Poison" does not fall into the category of strength. But I also want to say that such things are something that can actually change the situation of the battle."

Li Qingyun and others looked ugly. They heard the mockery in the words of the old golden barbarian bull. The descendants of immortals and demons can quickly defeat many powerful humans, so they used the venom of the Death Tree to open the way. They used the venom of the Death Tree to win, but now they say that poisons and poisons do not fall into the category of strength. This is undoubtedly a self-slap in the face.

"Male Gobi, why don't you guys say that everything Long Jiaoyang is good at should be banned? You are so afraid that Brother Long will beat your elites to death. Why don't Brother Niu give you an idea? You just want Brother Long to advance directly and rank it as the first place in the quota battle." Golden Xiaomanniu pointed at Qi Yang and others angrily and started cursing directly.

The old golden bull was in charge above, and he had no scruples at all.

Qi Yang and others were very angry. Gai Xiong stared at the golden little manniu with fierce eyes and said, "Golden Manniu Venerable, you'd better let your descendants shut up, otherwise don't blame me for taking ruthless actions."

"Why should I shut up? I think he makes sense." The old golden bull said domineeringly

Gai Xiong has a hot temper and his patience is about to be worn out. He stares at the old golden bull, and his murderous intent is unbearable.

"Fellow Daoist Gaixiong, don't get angry, wait until after the battle for the quota." Li Qingyun whispered

Gai Xiong suppressed the anger in his heart and sat on the stone bench in silence.

The old golden bull stared at Li Qingyun with his eyes flashing. He was not afraid of any strong people of his level because he came with the will of death.

...

Wu Xinjie's entire body was covered with blood power. What was going on is impossible to tell from the magnificent mirror. But Long Jiaoyang was near Wu Xinjie, and he could use the God Transformation Decision to see clearly the process of Wu Xinjie's physical reorganization. Some of the mysterious Taoist patterns made Long Jiaoyang think of the feeling of using the Ten Thousand Fire Reincarnation Skills.

This seems to contain the power of reincarnation.

"Wu Xinjie is so seriously injured, can he really recover?"

Xie Yuxi, who saw this scene through the omni-faced mirror, was worried.

"I think it's the power that hurt Wu Xinjie is at the imperial level. His body wounds must be filled with imperial-level Taoist patterns, which is difficult to easily erase." The King of War frowned and said with a frown.

"Wu Xinjie can survive the sneak attack by an imperial-level cultivator, which shows his extraordinaryness. He must have the power of special bloodlines, otherwise he would not have escaped the death disaster." The Golden Little Manniu said

The second prince Li Ming said, "Only half a day left, the battle for the quota will begin. Fellow Daoist Long Jiaoyang will not be dragged down by Wu Xinjie's injury and missed this battle, right?"

The golden little manniu and Xie Yuxi both showed concern. They now know Long Jiaoyang very well, and he will never leave his own people behind.

"Monk Kongxu and others were not able to come. They won't have any trouble, right?" Li Ming said again

"Oh, let's look at their own luck." The golden little manniu sighed with slight emotion.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Long Jiaoyang stood not far away from Wu Xinjie like a statue. He closed his eyes slightly and seemed to fall asleep. He forgot that the time for the battle for the quota was coming. If he didn't rush over, he would miss it.

Everyone's eyes were staring at the versatile mirror on the stone platform. The descendants of immortals and demons and the three thousand world participants were all expecting Long Jiaoyang to miss the time. The golden little mantas and others shouted in their hearts, hoping that Long Jiaoyang would make a decision quickly and immediately come to participate in the quota battle.

Click.

A crisp cracking sounded, and the blood-colored light on Wu Xinjie's body cracked. Wu Xinjie's body was filled with ugly wounds, and some parts were bleeding. His injuries could not be recovered, and he could only barely repair his body.

Long Jiaoyang activated the Tianxiang Divine Tree to Wu Xinjie, hoping to restore the vitality of the Tianxiang Divine Tree, but was shocked to find that Wu Xinjie's body was rejecting the vitality of the outside world.

"The external medicine is useless to me. I need to repair it myself to restore my broken body." Wu Xinjie explained with a reluctant smile and said,

"You are too seriously injured, so you should continue to heal." Long Jiaoyang frowned and said with a frown.

"There is not enough time, go to the arena for the battle of the quota first!" Wu Xinjie took out a piece of clothing and covered his body. His eyes were bright and he had endless fighting spirit.

Long Jiaoyang was shocked by Wu Xinjie's words, "You still have to go to the competition?"

"Yes, not only should I compare, but I also want to get a quota!" Wu Xinjie said firmly.

Long Jiaoyang was infected by Wu Xinjie's fighting spirit. He grabbed Wu Xinjie's arm and said enthusiastically, "Okay, let's sweep the descendants of immortals and demons and the native chickens and tiles of the Three Thousand Worlds!"

Long Jiaoyang's words made the descent of the immortals and demons and the cultivators of the Three Thousand Worlds look ugly, but no one started to curse, because Long Jiaoyang and Wu Xinjie broke through the air. Long Jiaoyang threw Wu Xinjie next to the side of the Golden Little Manniu and others, and he himself descended directly on a martial arts field.

"Don't say a word of nonsense, I'm here, let's start the war!" Long Jiaoyang was extremely domineering, and two gravity stones stood beside him, and black mist began to form.
Chapter completed!