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Chapter 664

"Brother Zhou Qing."

Seeing Zhou Qing awakening and standing up, a smile appeared on Liu Fei's face.

Zhou Qing moved, walked down, and said, "It should be not far from the day of the Holy Palace assessment."

"There are the last seven days left." Liu Jingxiao replied.

"Seven days!" Zhou Qing nodded, then his figure flashed, and the group stepped down the ladder. It was difficult to get up, but the group felt extremely relaxed when they went down, especially after staying in the Nine-level world for several days, they had become accustomed to the terrifying pressure.

The assessment time limit for the Holy Palace is only seven days left. Under this ladder, more strong people gather, and their eyes are almost invisible. Only then did Zhou Qing feel what a storm is.

Every time the Holy Palace is opened, the attraction of recruiting sects is too strong, and the entire land of China will move. After all, if you enter the Holy Palace and become a saint, it means that a carp leaps over the Dragon Gate and will definitely become a strong man in the future.

Looking at the vast sea of ​​people, there are more than 100,000 people, but how many people will be able to step into the ninth level and the third level?

"argot!"

At this moment, a sound of a dragon roar suddenly came, and then I saw several figures crossing at a very fast speed, attracting everyone's eyes to look over.

"It's the Saint Son of the Dragon that is here!"

"With the strength and talent of the Son of the Heavenly Dragon, you will definitely be able to pass the assessment and become a saint, or even a saint son."

When everyone saw clearly who was the person who was coming, they immediately started to talk.

The Saint Son of the Heavenly Dragon is very famous in Zhongzhou. He is among the younger generation. He is as famous as Emperor Yi of the Imperial Clan, Peng Mo and others. He is in the realm of Zhenwu, so he is definitely a peak powerhouse.

The Saint Son of the Heavenly Dragon was extremely fast, and it flew over the heads of the people below, causing great noise, but no one felt dissatisfied, not only because of the Saint Son of the Heavenly Dragon, but also because of his powerful strength.

At the level of Zhenwu Realm, how many people are opponents of the Saint Son of the Dragon!

"Get out of here!"

The Saint Son of the Heavenly Dragon led his group to rush around, and his voice was even more domineering. He glanced at the people under the ladder, waved his arm, and a storm of mad domineering pounced out, lifting everyone in front of him, causing a lot of noise and clearing a large area in front of him.

The crowd looked at the overbearing Saint Son of the Dragon, and his eyes shrank. Although he was angry, he did not dare to say it.

"Hmph, the ladder is eight thousand feet long, and the last eighty-first-level ladder is the final test. The ninth-level ladder is the first level of heaven, and there are nine levels of heaven in total. Only by stepping onto the third level of genius can you pass the assessment. You wastes, even if you can't even step onto the first level of heaven, are you qualified to try to climb the ladder!"

The voice of the Dragon Saint Son was extremely domineering, but he was full of extreme confidence, as if even the ninth heaven could not stop him.

Hearing the words of the Saint Son of the Heavenly Dragon, the eyes of the people below suddenly condensed, because they realized that the last eighty-one level of the ladder was the ultimate test, and a total of nine levels of heaven was the only way to pass the assessment by stepping onto the third level.

It is not surprising that the Tianlong Holy Son knows the specific content of this assessment. After all, the Tianlong Palace is a dominant force, so this information can still be found out.

"Others are not qualified, are you, a little caterpillar?" But at this moment, a cold and sarcastic voice passed down from the ladder, making everyone's hearts

His head jumped and he looked at him one after another, wanting to see who was saying this, and he dared to call the Saint Son of the Dragon as a little caterpillar!

"It's the person from Peacock Villa!"

When everyone saw Zhou Qing and his group crossing down, they recognized Liu Jingxiao and knew that Liu Jingxiao was the genius of Peacock Villa.

What puzzled them was who the young man who spoke was, and it seemed that he was not from Peacock Villa.

"It's you!" The Saint Son of the Dragon also saw Zhou Qing. Anger suddenly burst out from his eyes, and a terrifying dragon power burst out all over his body. In an instant, the terrifying pressure made many people around him feel breathing and their faces were horrified.

"They know each other!"

Hearing the cold voice of the Saint Son of the Dragon, the crowd's hearts trembled.

This young man who mocked the Son of Heavenly Dragon knows him, but it seems that he is not a friend, but an enemy. Otherwise, why would the Son of Heavenly Dragon be furious when he saw this person?

However, everyone was puzzled by what Zhou Qing did, which made the Saint Son of the Dragon so angry!

"It's me." Zhou Qing looked at the Son of Heavenly Dragon with a playful smile on his face, but was not affected by the terrifying aura that bloomed out of the Son of Heavenly Dragon.

At the beginning, in the Nine Netherworld Realm, the two convenient states were hostile, and the Saint Son of the Tianlong even joined forces with Di Yi to kill Bai Wuxin and others. However, later he arrived and severely injured Di Yi, which shocked the Saint Son of the Tianlong. In the end, he had to sacrifice blood to the Dragon Sacrifice Platform before escaping. Otherwise, he would have become a dead insect.

Facing the past enemies, Zhou Qing naturally would not give any good face.

"Little caterpillar, you were lucky enough to escape your life when you were in your hands. I didn't expect that you were not only not restrained, but also so arrogant and not taking others seriously. I think you will sooner or later become a dead insect!" Zhou Qing said.

The face of the Dragon Saint Son became very ugly. He naturally knew what Zhou Qing was saying and said coldly: "Just, you just relied on the large number of people, otherwise I could kill you with just one claw!"

Naturally, he could not admit in public that he was frightened by Zhou Qing in the Nine Nether Realm and ran away from his life, otherwise how could he gain a foothold in the land of China in the future.

Besides, he didn't think he was not Zhou Qing's opponent.

After all, he was greatly suppressed in all aspects of the Nine Nether Realm. If he was not suppressed, he believed that killing Zhou Qing was easier than killing an ant.

"I'm so arrogant, I think you will make more progress now!" Zhou Qing sneered.

"Hmph, are you qualified to fight with the Holy Son?" Before the Holy Son of Tianlong spoke, the Black Dragon stood up. He looked at Zhou Qing sarcastically and continued: "The Holy Son is not something you can challenge by relying on a sloppy person who relies on a soft meal. Kill you, my Black Dragon is enough!"

Heilong has always been worried about what happened more than half a month ago. If it weren't for Liu Fei's appearance, he would have killed Zhou Qing on the spot, so how could he be humiliated by Zhou Qing?

Now that the Saint Son of the Dragon has arrived, he naturally would not be afraid of Liu Fei and others, so when he saw Zhou Qing, he immediately jumped out.

Not only can you wash away the hatred of being humiliated by Zhou Qing that day, but you can also show off in front of the Saint of the Dragon, killing two birds with one stone.

"Son of Holy Son, you don't need to take action at all. Just leave it to me. I will definitely make him pay the price to humiliate the Holy Son and let him have a good memory!" Heilong turned his head and said to the Holy Son of Tianlong, looking loyal and courageous.
Chapter completed!
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