"The eternal world is a subordinate creation. Here, I can fight with the strongest people from ancient times to the present day. If I could get into it at any time, I would probably get a lot of great inheritance from it. I don't know if there's any other way to enter the eternal world. If not, it will be difficult to enter the eternal world. It's getting too big!"

Don't let Qin Yu think so much, a huge crisis enveloped his whole body, and every monk beside Qin Yu flew backwards, as if he had received some kind of heavy blow.

Qin Yuxin jumped up, and the two of them didn't say a word, and immediately triggered the tripod made of basalt.

"Question!" Qin Yu didn't have time to look around, but he felt as if he had given the beast a bumping elbow, and a surging force bombarded the tripod made of basalt, and Qin Yu directly shook the ticket.

Qin Yu struggled to stabilize his body in the middle, letting go of the blood boiling in his heart, his eyes scanning the surroundings, full of doubts.

There was no one on the stone steps around, and the original hundred disciples were less than half of what they could come back to. After the ticket was given, they just disappeared.

"Not dead?" Qin Yu's dandruff exploded, thinking that it was an ordinary discussion, but now it didn't seem as simple as he thought, remembering the attitude of the disciples in the waiting room, his mind was pitch black and scolding.

But let Qin Yu think about it, the disciples below voted one after another, and this duel seemed to have some kind of marriage circle, and after voting, they all flew out of the marriage circle, not knowing whether it was life or death!

"Where is the negotiation? This is a massacre. No wonder if you insist, time can be contributed!" Qin Yuxin didn't dare to say. He stared into the bottom of his eyes. He could vaguely see how fast a black mang retreated at the same speed, so he could grab it for Qin Yu as soon as possible.

When a disciple gave him a ticket, Qin Yu vaguely saw a young man named launch a fierce attack.

"Fast speed, strong strength!" Qin Yu was frightened, and slowly fell, his face back. His opponents scrambled for an hour. To heighten his vigilance, a basalt tripod once again covered his entire body.

"Questions and problems!"

No, almost all the brigades were destroyed, only Qin Yu and some worried disciples.

"Question!"

"Question!"

For a hundred years, except for Qin Yu, the rest of the disciples were all gone. In the Grand Duel, it's a scam?

The disciple, who was less than six feet tall and dressed in black, wore a fierce mask on his face, and all he could see was those cold eyes.

Looking at this disciple, Qin Yu still had a feeling of a mountain in his heart.

"Where does the light of defense come from?" the masked disciple asked in a cold and hoarse voice, as if Qin Yu hadn't been voted on yet, to get an answer.

Qin Yu stared at the masked disciple, licked his lips, and replied, "The longer you persist, the more you contribute?"

Qin Yu should be cautious about this issue. Although he is not sure of victory, the young man does not want to defeat himself easily.

The masked disciple was taken aback, as if he didn't expect Qin Yu to ask such a question......

Not only the masked disciples, but all the disciples on the crowded stone steps around the dueling arena were stunned.

In order to allow the duelists to focus on the discussion, the strong men of the White Lotus Ancient Sect established a powerful dueling method in the dueling arena. These were all reasons why Qin Yu couldn't see people on the stone steps.

If Qin Yu saw that there were tens of thousands of stone steps.

"This ......"

One of the five generations of disciples of the Shangqing Dynasty stood on the stone steps, quietly looking at Qin Yu, who was frantically attacked by the masked disciples.

"How can a new disciple endure it?"

"Where the hell did this guy come from? He was so badly injured that he wasn't sent out? It's hard not to fail. I don't think that's his limit either?"

"The power of the devil killing is very strong, he is one of the top ten masters, how can this new disciple withstand it?"

The five generations of Zhenzu's younger siblings are afraid of muteness. We should know that there was a powerful method of warfare in the towers of the First Good War, and this method is said to have cultivated Mei Ling. If Mei Ling believed that her disciple's injuries were at stake, they would also pass it out of the dueling arena.

These are the disciples who disappeared after being killed by the devil with a boxing ticket.

But now, the newly promoted disciple was obviously covered in flesh and blood, but he didn't send it to the dueling arena, so each of them was incredible. It's hard to say that this person offended me.

The disciples on the stone steps could not only feel the fog and water, but also the masked disciple Motu. He had dominated the tower for many years. He had never encountered a situation like Qin Yu's. Obviously the wound is not harmed and cannot be transmitted.

What made Devil Tu even more scared was that he felt that the more serious Qin Yu's injury was, the stronger the atmosphere in the school, the more weird the scene, and even Devil Tu was stupid.

Because this tower can hide its identity, without weapons, there are ten masters in the toilet, and these ten masters are not ten disciples.

The top ten disciples were screened out by the disciple Dazhi, but the top ten masters made it to the battle building with excellent results.

However, the White Lotus Ancient Sect believed that the gold content of the top ten famous teachers was higher than that of the top ten disciples. Many of them eat low-key meals. They don't want to expose certain disciples who don't decide whether they're male or female. On the contrary, they like to burst out with all the affirmations in the battle toilet.

It can be said that if you want to be one of the top ten disciples, you don't have to be one of the top ten disciples. But if you want to be one of the top ten disciples, you will definitely be able to become one of the top ten disciples.

Every time the top ten masters take the initiative to attack, they will attract five generations of disciples to watch the battle!

The name of this demon slayer is the sixth of the ten masters of Tari. It has achieved impressive results, winning more than 30,000 people and losing 5 people. It shows how powerful the power of the general is!

But now...

Motu's offense became more and more intense, not because he cared about his contributions, but because he wanted to know how long Qin Yu could hold out.

"Questions and problems!"

The power of the devil's killing made Qin Yu tremble. Luckily, it stimulates the blood of the basalt and makes the body strong. If not, a large number of demon slaughters would turn the general problem into powder.

Even if Qin Yu didn't go anywhere, Dante's injuries didn't recover, so of course he didn't fully recover.

"Slow down!" Qin Yu shouted, just as the devil killed the madman and confessed his guilt fiercely.

The masked Mutu paused, refusing to let him say more. Then he heard Qin Yu say, "No, a quarter of an hour, please give me a thousand yuan!"

Although Qin Yu wanted to hold on for an hour, he would enter the crazy magic, and his injuries would not recover. Once he steps into the crazy magical world, the situation only gets worse. It's better to get a thousand donations first and then try to restore the dantian.

Devil Tu Afu looked at Qin Yu blankly. Every disciple on the stone steps was speechless. Unexpectedly, someone actually went to one of the top ten masters and contributed here.

"Why, you want to break your promise?" Qin Yu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said hoarsely.

The face of the killing was uncertain, blunted for a long time, saying: "After the end of your self-contribution ......"

"What's the end of it? I'm not fighting now. You just said that you would do your best to give it to me, but you didn't say that I didn't take the initiative to admit defeat...... Qin Yu was so brazen that he couldn't help his own contribution.