At the northwest corner of the hall, an old man with a pale face suddenly burst into laughter.

Not far away in front of him, on another throne, a middle-aged man who was somewhat similar to Lin Zhengrong had a blue face and a twitching corner of his mouth.

In this world, there is no more unpleasant thing to give your treasure to your enemy.

It would be fine if those ninety-six cities were only a piece of territory within a radius of tens of billions of miles, but that Wood King Pill is the supreme elixir that has a little effect on the promotion to the innate sacred!

If it weren't for the Ten Thousand Race Competition being supervised by the Demon Emperor, the Three Emperors, and the patriarchs of major powerful races, he would rather fight to the death than give the Wood King Pill to the old beast with a silly smile!

"snort!"

The middle-aged man looked coldly at Lin Zhengrong, who was confused in the martial arts performance field, and his figure disappeared on the throne.

"Haha! I'm missing you guys!"

The pale old man bowed slightly and disappeared into the hall with the middle-aged man.

Needless to say, we naturally went to collect bets.

As soon as the two left, the powerful men couldn't help but get some interest. They looked at each other with their old opponents, and felt a little nervous.

Although they have a respectable status, the price they have to hurt them. If they lose, their thoughts will not be understood.

"Ah Yeh!"

On the martial arts field, Lin Zhengrong shivered. He had already been avoiding the cold and heat, but he felt a little chill inexplicably.

"It's over"

His heart was very cold.

He naturally noticed that look that was his ancestor, the top master in the ninth level of gods and demons.

However, if he lost, he didn't know what punishment his ancestor would punish him, his descendants of 1,674 generations.

Swallowing ~

The gate stands in the sky, and from time to time, figures fly out of it and fall into the martial arts arena.

Afterwards, laughter and cold snorkeling will come from the Holy Martial Hall.

All the geniuses who participated in the Ten Thousand Race Competition breathed a sigh of relief, and the losers were just like Lin Zhengrong, and they were all sweating in cold sweat.

Time flies, and more than ten days have passed.

Within these ten days, I don’t know how many people fell out of the sacred world, and how many people were happy or sad.

Whoosh ~

On this day, the sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from the gate where there was no movement for two days.

A young man with a sky-blue color fell on the martial arts field with a gloomy face.
Chapter completed!