As the center of the storm, it is not someone else, but Niu Dali, the famous killer who is known as Meng Zhao, who is a brother and brother.

The innate one who went on stage to fight with him was a warrior from a small sect, Ji Chang.

In fact, these two people have no grudges, nor have they had major conflicts of interest or conflicts. The reason why they were agitated to fight on the big stage was mainly due to the dispute between Meng Zhao and Fu Ning.

The conflict and conflict between the two were just the beginning of that day, but now it has spread. The battle between Niu Dali and Ji Chang is just a microcosm.

Around the ring, dense crowds of people gathered together, like a tide, bustling with tides, and the sounds of scattered discussions came one after another, obviously they all came to hear the news, looking forward to the battle between Niu Dali and Ji Chang.

These include ordinary acquired martial artists, innate powerful men from sects and casual cultivators, as well as some warriors dressed in disciple robes of the Immortal Palace, and some people specially opened the market to bet on the victory or defeat of the two.

Meng Zhao was at this time in a remote corner, and he was very powerful.

"Brother Niu, it's my brother who has implicated you. In fact, you don't need to pay attention to that person, just treat it as a dog barking.

Now that I want to win the game with him, I feel uneasy!”

Niu Dali laughed and stroked the big golden ring hanging on his earlobe, confidently speaking,

"Brother, you are wrong. Although that person is targeting you, he still provoked me to Lao Niu. You have also seen what kind of attitude this dog like Tian Fu Ning is towards me. I am afraid that I just want to use me to kill the chicken to warn the monkey.

Hey, Lao Niu has killed many people since his debut, and his reputation is not revealed. Since he wants to step on Lao Niu and please Fu Ning, I will give him a chance."

When he said this, although Niu Dali's tone was very relaxed, his pair of bright eyes shone with awesome murderous aura, and he obviously had a murderous intention towards Ji Chang.

Just as the medium-sized arena has an invisible mechanism for the possibility of killing people, the same is true for this large arena specially designed for innate powerhouses, but the power of the Immortal Palace formation is everywhere, and it is even more difficult to kill people.

Meng Zhao no longer pretentiously, nodded, remained silent for a moment, and said,

"I have already found out that although Ji Chang was from a small sect, he had good luck. He once obtained the legacy of an ancient ancestor in front of him and cultivated the power of the Tianyin Divine Thunder. Although it was only the realm of the cycle of the Zhoutian, his combat power was extremely high, and he could match a master at the level of practicing Qi to become a gang. Brother Niu should not be careless."

Niu Dali patted his chest as hard as marble.

"Brother widens his eyes and see how Lao Niu abuses this clown who is overestimating his abilities."

After the two of them finished speaking, they left this remote area, merged into the endless crowd like a tide, and slowly marched towards the place where the big ring was.

Wherever they passed, the two of them were like two extremely sharp swords, breaking through the thorns and dividing waves. The people in front of them were all intimidated by an invisible force, and they involuntarily made way out of a blank road, and then looked at them with passion.

As a side of the war, Niu Dali killed famous travelers in the evil path and was still well-known.

One of them is naturally because of their strong strength. Since their debut, they have never suffered a defeat. The other is because of their unique style, which attracts attention, makes people easy to become famous and be remembered.

On the other hand, Fu Ning and Ji Chang, who was about thirty years old, also showed the same behavior.

The difference is that Meng Zhao and Niu Dali attract everyone's attention. Meng Zhao is often ignored and regarded as a young man who joins in the fun.

After all, his face was too pure and tender, and his deliberate restrained breath made him easily despised.

But Fu Ning and Ji Chang were always the ones who were eye-catching. When they looked at him, they were mostly afraid, panic, and disgust. After all, as a mobile poisonous insect nest, no one would have a good impression of such a guy.

Although Ji Chang was given a lot of attention, his strong aura and gloomy expression still won the favor of many people for him. There were even a few people who made a heavy bet on him and even encouraged him.

If you win, you must do your best to make the battle in the direction you want.

As a strong man at the innate level, the struggle does not only involve true qi, moves, spiritual confrontation, momentum confrontation, and state of good or bad will affect the outcome of the final battle.

However, there is no absolute division of things in the world, and unexpected situations will always occur.

Compared to the others who were shining, there was a person who was mixed up in the crowd, who looked very ordinary and not surprising, who stared at Meng Zhao, with an excited and resentful look, and was afraid that Meng Zhao would discover it, so he deliberately lowered his gaze.

He was about twenty years old, his facial features were mediocre, and he could forget everything if he threw it into the crowd. However, his eyes were like the moonlight in a late autumn night, clear and bright, and cold, as if he was shrouded in a layer of moonlight.

His breath was fluctuating, sometimes like the sun in the sky, masculine and domineering, majestic and vast, sometimes as faint as the candle in the wind, exuding a sense of vain,

"I didn't expect you to come here too, and you were even mingling with the Killing Walker. Sure enough, you're a little angry.

Well, the last time I guessed it was wrong, I fled in a hurry and almost died. This time, I will let you fall completely in the Immortal Palace."

A congenital master beside him. Seeing that he kept looking at Meng Zhao, he couldn't help but be curious.

"Why did Lord Zhao keep staring at that boy? Although he is a little handsome, his breath is mediocre and there is nothing special about it. Do you know him?"

If you think about it carefully, you will find it impossible.

This is a big man in the Buyi Alliance, who is in charge of the sphere of influence in several northern states. He had insufficient martial arts before and could only serve as an auxiliary to his former Palm Envoy. Now he has entered the innate world and has achieved great magic skills and has begun to radiate his influence.

This time, when Mr. Zhao came to the Immortal Palace, he deliberately took the initiative to look for opportunities after learning about the Demon Society, and wanted to recruit masters and join the Commoner League.

Perhaps, Lord Zhao saw what excelled this kid was, so he wanted to contact him as one of his goals?

This is very clear innate. What a huge organization is the Buyi Alliance, both good and evil. It is said that there are big figures behind it who can influence the pattern of China. Although they have almost no reputation on the surface, their strength is far superior to that of ordinary sects, and they may be better than the thirteen sects of the Nine Clans.

The young man pulled a smile on his lips and nodded.

"You are right. Not only do I know him, but you actually know him too.

Recently, in Lingwu City, she became famous and dominated the country, known as the Dragon King, and was called the North Meng, along with the South Shen, have you never heard of Meng Zhao?”

When talking about the word Meng Zhao, the innate warrior felt that Lord Zhao’s tone was a bit playful, as if he was mocking and despising something, and he didn’t know if it would be an illusion.
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