Phantasmal Genesis Chapter 250: Smelly substances

It's refreshing with bare hands, like winter snow melts into water.

The sun hangs high in the sky forever, rising from the east and setting in the west on a constant trajectory for thousands of years.

Because the gunship passed by quietly that night, some people left the camp.

But more people stayed. When the sky fell, tall people were standing up against them. They practiced with peace of mind. The problems that can’t be solved are not their business. They won’t be able to do so by the time, and it’s not too late for them to leave. .

Get back to business,

On the periphery of the camp’s city wall, unlike the loud noises and dust during construction, the crowds are constantly crowded and noisy in front of hundreds of competition platforms.

They came here early and waited. Everyone was so excited that they couldn’t suppress the agitation in my heart. If Chen Xiao hadn’t sent someone to guard here as expected, I’m afraid they would all rush into the field. .

They waited for a month, and the more they couldn't wait until the end, but they still had to wait.

After Chen Xiao and others came here, the crowd voluntarily gave up a way, cheers one after another.

Walking up to the high platform in front of the crowd, the magic gate and representatives of various forces have been waiting here for a long time.

Chen Xiao finished greeting, turned back and pressed his hands, and the noisy crowd slowly calmed down.

A lot of attention.

Chen Xiaoxiao looked at the crowd cheering wildly below, as if a raging fire burned all over his body in an instant.

After the crowd calmed down, Chen Xiao said: "As the organizer of the first Holy Land Tournament, the Guards, the Magic Gate, the Sanxiu League, and the Extraordinary Bureau, we will work together to maintain the fairness and justice of this conference. "

The representative of the Extraordinary Bureau is Wang Yang, the nominal top manager of the Extraordinary Bureau.

At first, he wanted to give this position to the oldest platoon leader in the team, but the other party insisted on letting him sit in this position and said that his current strength is the highest of all of them. , You don't need to convince yourself, as long as you use strength to convince outsiders, so this position must be him.

The name doesn't matter anything, so he simply named it Transcendental Game.

Many people below are not aware of the existence of this organization, so they are puzzled.

But if they look closely at the signboards of the overnight market food stalls, they will find that 90% of the shops have the words "Supernatural Bureau" written on them.

Chen Xiao did not explain, and continued: "This competition uses a lottery to determine the players of both sides."

"It is forbidden to use weapons, talisman paper, immortality and other foreign objects during the martial arts competition. If found, they will be eliminated."

"Each match lasts for one hour, and the winner cannot be determined in one hour, and all will be eliminated."

"Those who fall into the ring will be eliminated."

"The killers are eliminated."

"Use conspiracy and tricks to force the winner to be eliminated."

"..."

"I wish all the participants a good result."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Ke took Xiaoyu to the podium lightly from mid-air.

"Ms. Meng."

Chen Xiao and others respectfully bowed their hands and gave up their positions.

Meng Ke nodded, looked at the quiet crowd below, and when he raised his hand, rays of light flew out of his hand.

Falling in front of everyone, the light quickly condensed into a number.

"47?"

"I am 152, is there anyone like me? Brothers are merciful!"

"My number 44! What kind of ghost number?! Unlucky!"

"..."

Getting the number, Chen Xiao nodded under Meng Ke's signal. Excited in his heart, he took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Mangshan Holy Land First Cultivator Tournament!"

"I announce..."

"It's officially started!"

In an instant,

The crowd burst into cheers like mountains and tsunamis.

As if the testimony of the times, a different kind of emotion emerged in everyone's hearts.

A new era has begun, this is an era for cultivators!

Even if their tens of thousands of people are only a fraction of the world, this will surely be a prairie fire.

If it is already ignited, it will not be extinguished easily.

The emotions of countless people were ignited at this moment, and all the worries in their hearts were violently shattered.

The era has begun, and even the government cannot stop the rolling wheels of history.

There may be sufferings and troughs.

But, they are the witnesses of this brilliant era!

As soon as the blood was ignited, Chen Xiao's voice just fell, the guards let go, and the people with numbers quickly rushed in, each rushing to the competition stage corresponding to their own number.

With Meng Ke here, no one dared to go beyond the rules, and they quickly stood on both sides in a ring.

A string of numbers appeared strikingly in mid-air.

As the countdown begins, the excited crowd immediately adjusts their state and concentrates their energy on their opponents.

Blind monk Ritz and others walked up at some unknown time. They stood beside Meng Ke and watched the battle starting below.

"It's still a very tender move!" The blind monk looked around and said with emotion.

Meng Ke followed his gaze.

I saw a man and a woman on a martial arts stage. Every time they punched, they could bring out the roaring wind. In the dodge, the young man seemed to have a certain step under his feet, and every time it was a small move that avoided the woman. The attack is followed by a quick counterattack like a habit.

It didn’t take long for a woman who was obviously older than him to be punched on the facade, nosebleeds shed ~IndoMTL.com~ The defeat was set, and the young man slammed his kick after a successful blow. On the woman's calf, she screamed that the woman fell down.

"Why are you throwing shit!"

Suddenly, there was a panic in exclamation from another martial arts stage.

A man wearing a black tights' eyes widened in horror.

Across from him, a young man wore orange-yellow trousers similar to open crotch pants with a smug face. He was still holding a handful of sticky foul-smelling substance in his hands.

"Why? The game only said that foreign objects cannot be used. The **** was pulled out on the spot, so it's not a foreign object, right?"

Speaking, he smiled sinisterly.

The energy in his hand was wrapped in the smelly substance, he squeezed his hand, and threw his hand at the man in black abruptly.

"Eat my devastating egg!!"

The man dodges hurriedly, cursing loudly in his mouth:

"Hold the grass! Are you disgusting! I want to complain! You foul! Rely on the ground...!!!"

On the many competition stages around, everyone watched this scene dullly, and stopped their attack one after another.

"Can the competition be like this?"

"Grass the grass, brother! Excuse me, please be careful! Throw it to our side!!"

"I'll go!! My clothes!!"

He threw it out, and the man with open crotch trousers pouted his ass, and didn't care about being watched by countless people. There was another stream of foul-smelling substance condensing, rolling, and flowing on his hands.

He sniffed it intoxicated.

"Aha, this group is even more smelly! Tsk tut..."

He looked at the man in black playfully.

Jump!

"Eat my death ball!!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The man was shocked and desperate.

"The soul is pale!! I surrender! Don't **** lose it!!"

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