The unscrupulous Taoist looked happy and whispered: "Youmen, I didn't expect Lin Yi, a little monkey cub, to have such rich combat experience, and to learn from the peak demon king, he actually didn't fall behind, but I don't know, when the time comes to really go on stage to fight, what will be the result?"

The Budai monk nodded and said with a smile: "I hope that Master Lin Xiao will not put too much pressure on himself, and treat this competition of the Hundred Clans Conference as an experience and treat it with a normal heart." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Novels.2"

Lin Yi easily dissolved the magic trick into invisibility, and immediately stunned all the onlookers around.

Hearing the admiration of the Terran kid in front of him, the demon was even more embarrassed.

He roared, and he wanted to slap Lin Yi.

At this moment, an incomparably majestic voice suddenly came from the sky above the Gathering Soul Villa: "Who is it? Dare to be so presumptuous in the Gathering Soul Villa?

The sound was deafening.

The races with low realms were directly stunned.

Mo Ji felt a tingling of his scalp, and his heart was shocked.

The demon was like a deflated ball, and immediately dispersed the gathered magic power, stared at Lin Yi fiercely, and said hatefully: "Little cub, this time your fate is big, don't let this king meet you again, otherwise you will be killed!"

Dropping a cruel word, the demon warrior led dozens of demon powerhouses to march in the direction of the martial arts arena.

Lin Yi slowly withdrew his gaze from the demon and glanced up at the sky.

The sky was empty, and only endless aurora lights shone in the distance.

The incomparably majestic voice that came from the sky made Lin Yi feel like he was on pins and needles, and Lin Yi was extremely sure in his heart that the vigilant demon and his mysterious powerhouse were definitely the existence of the Yue Peak Martial King.

Above the Martial King is the Martial Emperor, it seems that the heritage of this soul clan is really deep enough, it is really not simple.

At this time, the powerhouses of all the races around them were silent one after another, and quickly walked in the direction of the martial arts arena.

Some guys whispered as they walked: "That terrifying voice just now must be the Soul Clan Patriarch Soul Tianpeng." ”

"Yes, it must be him, and only Soul Tianpeng is so terrifying, even the demon who is not afraid of the sky and the earth, he is afraid to leave quickly, it seems that Soul Tianpeng has entered the Void Spirit Tower and has gained great benefits. ”

The powerhouses of all races have gone away.

Lin Yi turned his head to look at the three of them.

Wang Er Mazi seemed to have suddenly thought of something, he was so anxious that he slapped his thigh heavily, and said urgently: "Damn! I suddenly remembered one thing, no, Brother Lin'er is probably going to fail in this competition at the Hundred Clans Conference......

"What's going on?Old pockmark, what are you talking nonsense?" The two eyebrows of the unscrupulous Taoist suddenly twisted together, and there were signs of soaring.

"That's right, old pockmark, tell me clearly, what's going on?" asked the Budai monk urgently.

Wang Er Mazi glanced at Lin Yi deeply and explained: "Because in the previous competitions of the Hundred Races Conference, each race had to send ten elite disciples to fight, we are too late, I am afraid that the ten Terran powerhouses who participated in the competition of the Hundred Races Conference have already been selected, perhaps, their list has already been reported......

Without waiting for Wang Er Mazi to finish speaking, the unscrupulous Taoist stretched out his hand and suddenly grabbed his collar.

"Old pockmarks, why are you kidding us?"

The unscrupulous Taoist roared at Wang Er Mazi, and spat at Xingzi and sprayed Wang Er Mazi in the face.

Wang Er Mazi didn't blink his eyes, and said slowly: "If you want to brush you now, Lao Tzu has the means." Stinky Taoist, you let go, we have something to say, now we are all grasshoppers on a rope, and Brother Lin can't participate in the competition of the Hundred Clans Conference, and it is not good for Lao Tzu. ”

The cloth bag monk went up and pulled the two apart.

"Okay, okay, don't you guys quarrel, what's the matter? Isn't it just the election of the Terrans? Lao Mazi used to be the leader of the Terran tribe, and he wanted to nominate Lin Yi to participate in the competition of the Hundred Clans Conference, isn't it a matter of one sentence?" said the Budai monk with a smile.

Wang Er Mazi blinked, slapped his thigh heavily, and said with a smile: "Why didn't I think of it? Those little beasts drove me out of the tribe, but I am still the leader of the tribe, and I will nominate Brother Lin to become one of the ten Terran powerhouses and participate in the competition of the Hundred Clans, it will definitely be no problem." ”

Saying this, Wang Er Mazi hurriedly roared and stopped, and the dozen or so Terran monks who had just passed by him asked, "Which tribe are you from, do you know where the Wang tribe is camped?"

"Wang clan's tribe, but Wang Zhanmeng's clan of the royal patriarch?" one of them stretched out his hand and pointed to the left front, and said, "Wang Zhanmeng's patriarch's camp seems to be in that direction." ”

Wang Er Mazi thanked him, and suddenly said to the group of people in a huff: "Bullshit Wang patriarch! Lao Tzu is the patriarch of the Wang tribe, there are no tigers and monkeys in the mountains to call the king, Wang Dabang chases that bastard boy, he dares to proclaim himself the patriarch, I have to teach him a hard lesson when I see him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Er Mazi led Lin Yi and the three of them to rush to the camp of the Wang tribe.

The camp where the Wang tribe is located is closely connected to the camp where the other Nine Great Human Race tribes are located.

When Wang Er Mazi led Lin Yi and the three of them to the Wang clan camp, the patriarch Wang Zhanmeng was holding a meeting with the Terran leaders of the other nine tribes to discuss how to deal with tomorrow's conference competition.

Suddenly, the guards on both sides flew upside down into the council hall, and then the curtain of the council hall was lifted.

Wang Er Mazi led Lin Yi and the three of them to rush into the conference hall with great momentum, and the two drum eyes soaked on the table and swept it, and they locked on their bastard son.

"Wang Da Bang mallet, you get out of here for Lao Tzu!"

Wang Er Mazi crossed his hands on his waist and roared at Wang Zhan with a fierce attitude.

All the clan leaders in the hall were stunned, and secretly said in their hearts: "Where did this madman come out?"

Wang Zhanmeng was stunned for a moment, then he was shocked, stared at Wang Ermazi carefully, the corners of his eyes trembled, and he said in disbelief: "You are an old immortal, you ...... You're not dead?"

Wang Er Mazi sneered and said with a smug smile: "You also said that Lao Tzu is old and immortal, how could he hang up so easily?"

Wang Zhanmeng suddenly frowned, and two cold lights flashed in his eyes.

All the clan leaders in the hall have all become monks of Zhanger, and they are confused for a while, not knowing what kind of dumb riddle Wang Zhanmeng and this old man named Huazi are playing.

As one of the few people who knew Wang Ermazi's background, Liu An frowned slightly.

His eyes looked behind Wang Er Mazi, the monk, and the handsome young man with a tall posture.

Wang Er Mazi didn't drag his feet, and said straight to the point: "Wang Dabang, Lao Tzu came today, I didn't think about regaining the position of patriarch, Lao Tzu only asked you to do one thing for Lao Tzu......"