"The human saints have arrived. We are not suitable to continue to stay here. Go to the places where young people should stay there, and just exchange good communication with this generation of young people!" Zhou Tong glanced at Fatty Duan beside him and walked leisurely towards the young people. Look. Yarn, Chinese website

"They are ghostly young people, and I don't know how many old monsters sealed this life!" Duan De rolled his eyes.

"Can they get older than you?" Zhou Tong glanced at Duan De, opened his martial arts eyes, especially stayed on the reincarnation marks in his body for a moment.

Duan De jumped and was furious, so he quickly retreated.

"Haha..." Zhou Tong smiled and then walked directly to the place where the group of young people gathered.

The senior management was discussing, but the younger generation of "juniors" gathered below and were very lively. In addition to the forces that were particularly hostile to the human race, many young people in the ancient race also gathered here. They temporarily forgot the opposition between the human race and the ancient race, and also forgot the sorrow in their hearts. They cheered and drank happily under an ancient tree.

Moreover, some geniuses from the human race and the ancient race continued to join in. A group of unfamiliar people gradually became familiar with each other after a while.

These people gathered together, and it was undoubtedly a small event. The Holy Prince grabbed the God Silkworm and Taoist and fought hard to drink. The Southern Demon and the Central Emperor used Taoism to refine Qi to drink. The God King's Body Ji Haoyue and the Heavenly Demon's Body Yuekong explored their physique...

The Saint of Yaochi, Yan Ruyu, Qi Huoshui, Ji Ziyue and many other fairies and goddesses have their own fairy postures, fighting for beauty, and they are drinking with their charming postures.

However, as Zhou Zhi came, everyone stopped talking and looked at him, and the atmosphere suddenly became much awkward. The human race was his enemy, and the ancient race was actually similar.

"Everyone, why are you looking at me like this?" Zhou Tong walked into the venue leisurely with a wine glass.

On the human side, Ji Haoyue's eyes gradually became cold, but compared to her previous high spirits, she was a little helpless; the Saint of Yaoguang was surrounded by a layer of holy light, and no one could see his expression under the holy light; the Prince of Daxia's eyes bloomed even coldly, as if he wanted to rush forward to fight him...

On the ancient clan, all the ancient clans remained silent and did not dare to speak. Look. yarn, Chinese website Zhou Tong tore up the myth of the ancient clan's invincible blood shortly before, and all the young people were afraid of him.

Only the atmosphere on the demon clan is slightly better.

There was no important figure in the demon clan in the case that Zhou Tong had done.

"Brother Zhou is domineering, tearing the myth of the invincible bloodline of the ancient emperor. I'll give you a cup!!" A man in purple sitting opposite Ji Haoyue nodded slightly and raised his glass to greet Zhou Tong.

He is so majestic and expensive, especially his eyes are deeper than the starry sky, which is the demon body of the demon clan - Yao Yuekong.

The Heavenly Demon Body is also a rare physique among the demon clan. Similar to the God King Body, they are both supreme king body.

Zhou Tong nodded slightly, touched Yao Yuekong's wine glass slightly, and then drank it all in one go.

Putting down the wine glass, Zhou Tong looked around and said, "Although this place is a gathering of geniuses, most of them are useless. According to my opinion, people who can be called geniuses here are not as many as a palm!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's faces changed drastically. Ji Haoyue, who had once lost to Zhou Tong, even "sweeping" and her face turned pale.

This sentence is simply saying that everyone here is rubbish, and no more than five people can attract me!

Such straightforward words are simply insulting them.

Those who come here are all geniuses, all of whom have strong self-esteem and self-confidence. When they hear this, they clenched their fists one by one, and their eyes become colder.

However, Zhou Tong didn't care about the eyes of these people. As he spoke, he had already taken out a magic sword refined by Daluo Silver and handed it to Yao Yuekong. "Brother Yuekong, I wonder if you think you are a genius?"

Everyone was shocked. It was another divine sword made of peerless divine material such as Daluo Silver Essence. They had seen it twice before and gave it to the Emperor and the Holy Prince respectively.

This is Zhou Tong’s letter of war!

He used his sword as a war letter and had challenged the supreme prince of the ancient clan and the holy prince. Now he still wants to expand the battle to the demon clan?

Yao Yuekong was stunned and glanced at the divine sword with his eyes. He could clearly feel the shocking fighting spirit contained in the divine sword. If the sword holder's cultivation will is too weak, he may immediately be retaliated by the fighting spirit in the divine sword.

It can be said that this sword is both a war book and also represents a kind of qualification.

Only those who can hold this sword firmly are qualified to be Zhou Tong's opponent.

Taking a deep breath, Yao Yuekong solemnly reached out his hand and held it on the hilt of the sword.

"Boom!"

A surging fighting spirit surged into his heart instantly, causing his blood to surge. Yao Yuekong's face changed slightly, his palms trembled slightly, but he quickly calmed down, and a terrible fighting spirit burst out in his eyes.

Zhou Tong kept looking at Yao Yuekong and nodded in his heart, "No wonder he was able to successfully cultivate to the alternative enlightenment in the original work... These are the few strong people who have not grown up with Ye Fan... But at this stage, the gap with the ancient prince is still a bit big."

Each sword contained Zhou Tong's supreme fighting spirit. However, after the Holy Prince took the sword, he did not react at all. Even the Emperor, who was called the extremely weak Taoist heart, easily resisted the impact of fighting spirit and remained unchanged. However, Yao Yuekong was obviously a little bit worse at this stage because his hands were shaking!

The innate gap between ordinary monks and princes and emperors can only be truly smoothed out in the quasi-emperor stage.

"I've taken this sword!!" Yao Yuekong calmed down his emotions and said solemnly.

"Okay, I look forward to you killing the Tao, and I also look forward to your future perfection of the Heavenly Demon Body!" Zhou Tong nodded slightly.

"Is there any genius willing to take the sword?"

Zhou Tong looked around again, took out another magic sword and inserted it on the ground.

However, as soon as the magic sword landed, one palm had already grasped the hilt of the sword. The person coming was the Central Emperor Xiang Yufei!

"I've taken this sword!" Xiang Yufei was very silent. He didn't say much, but just pulled out the magic sword and took it away. His whole movement was straightforward and clear without any pause.

Obviously, he is a little stronger than Yao Yuekong now.

"Son of Yaoguang, don't you want to take the sword? I'm looking forward to your immortal heavenly skills!" Zhou Tong turned his head and looked at the Son of Yaoguang, took out another magic sword and inserted it on the ground.

The Son of Yaoguang sat not far away, but there was no one around him, and many people avoided him.

Although he has never obtained the most direct evidence, the rumors that the Saint Son of Yaoguang practiced the Immortal Heavenly Art have been deeply rooted in people's hearts. Many monks who were originally friends with him dared not approach him, for fear that they would be swallowed up by the Saint Son of Yaoguang at any time.

"Brother Zhou was joking..."

The Saint Son of Yaoguang stood up, held the divine sword, and looked at the "But I know that I am not a match for Brother Zhou at this time. What should I do after this battle?"

"If you don't have absolute certainty, you will never go to the battle? With your mentality, you will definitely lose your future path to enlightenment!" Zhou Tong was too lazy to say anything. The Saint Son of Yaoguang was actually this kind of personality. If you don't have certainty, you will never do anything.

When he really comes out and takes the initiative to fight, he may have to wait until the quasi-emperor period.

But Zhou Tong doesn't care. Anyway, a mere magic sword, only a piece of Daluo silver spirit the size of a fist, is just a drop in his bucket for his current property.

The Saint Son of Yaoguang smiled slightly, his smile was very bright.

But the next moment, Yao Yuekong and Xiang Yufei shrank, and the Saint Son of Yaoguang pulled out the magic sword without any hesitation.

"The Saint Son of Yaoguang is indeed hidden!" Yao Yuekong was secretly shocked. The Saint Son of Yaoguang's performance has surpassed him now.
Chapter completed!