"Brother Jiang, our Tiansuan clan is the most concerned about fairness. Since we have used the melee once, we will naturally not use it again this time!" The monk led by the Tiansuan clan heard the sound from all directions, but there was no movement on his face, and his smile was still there, and he said without any rushingness.

"Oh? Since that's the case, I don't know what good idea has been made by the nobles? If it's appropriate, I don't mind participating!" Jiang Peng replied immediately.

"Brother Jiang Dao, you are worthy of being the supreme genius in our world of fortune. His courage is far beyond ordinary people!" The monk led by the Tiansuan clan said again, "In fact, our idea is very simple. Each family selects the strongest ones in their own family, and then these strong people will confront each other. Finally, ten strong people will be determined, and each strong person can bring ninety-nine monks into the world ruins.

How about it, is my approach fair?"

"It's OK, I agree!" Jiang Peng pondered for a moment and then agreed.

Following closely behind, the Great Sage of Heavenly Snake nodded and said, "I agree too!"

"I agree too!"

"I agree too!"

......

In the boundless chaos, countless sounds sounded in an instant. These sounds were either vigorous and passionate, calm and grand, delicate and charming, or breathtaking,... In short, they all showed super confidence.

Those forces that did not respond could all understand that under the general trend, they would not be able to agree. Because the price of disagreement was that they would be eliminated by the whole society without any chance.

......

Among Zhong Yuan and his group, there were more than forty monks from the front line of Daluo, among which there were dozens of disciples of the Weizong disciples of the Taishang Qing Dynasty, who were in the direct line. In order to win the opportunity to fight, they did not give in to each other.

Of course, they strive for this not because they all have the confidence to win, but because they are even more worried and put opportunities on others.

If you lose yourself, you will have no regrets, but if others lose the opportunity, they will have great regrets.

"Okay. Don't argue anymore, Taishang Qingwei Sect. Among the people present, who is more suitable for representatives besides me?" Suddenly, a chaotic energy cracked beside everyone, and a monk led dozens of monks out.

"Seventh Brother!"

When everyone heard this, they were angry, but when the group saw the face of the visitor, they stood up, and the anger disappeared, and replaced by a full face of respect.

"How is it, let me take action, you have no objection!" The man nodded slightly and said with a bit arrogant look.

"No problem, no problem. Brother Qi takes action, that one hundred places must be easily captured!"

"That's right, the strength of Senior Brother Seven, and the cultivators in the world, who don't know, how could we disagree?"

......

"That's good!"

The man nodded, and was about to turn his eyes to bet on the other forces, suddenly, a strange voice sounded in his ears: "I have an objection! I don't know who you are yet, how can you agree to let you join the war on our behalf. If you lose, then we will have to work so much, will it be in vain!"

As soon as this was said, everyone's eyes could be turned around and looked at the origin of the sound.

The person who speaks is not someone else, it is Zhong Yuan.

Zhong Yuan is not a person who likes to show off. Especially in such a long river and such a situation, for him, if possible, making money in a quiet voice is his wish. However, now, facing such a situation, he has no choice but to stand up.

It’s not that Zhong Yuan is not optimistic about the strength of this Seventh Senior Brother, and believes that he cannot earn one of the ten places. In fact, Zhong Yuan strongly recognizes his strength and believes that it is almost a foregone conclusion that he has obtained one of the ten places. However, this Seventh Senior Brother got the quota, and in the end, Zhong Yuan may not have the opportunity to enter the ruins of the world.

Because this quota can only have an additional quota of ninety-nine monks. This time, there are nearly 200 monks belonging to the Taishang Qing Wei Sect in the two hatches, which means that nearly half of the monks will be excluded from the quota.

Zhong Yuan and Ye Bin are just newcomers in the great world of fortune, with little fame and influence to be discussed. In this case, it is almost certain that he and Ye Bin are excluded from the selected quota.

A great treasure like the ruins of the world only appeared once every few hundred years, so Zhong Yuan naturally did not want to miss it. Because this missed may very likely affect his hundreds of years of cultivation career.

So, at this moment, after a little hesitation in Zhong Yuan's heart, he resolutely chose to stand up.

"Oh——, I thought it was a hermit master who dared to speak up and compete with our seventh senior brother. Unexpectedly, he was a young cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Immortal? It was really shocking!"

"No wonder! It's not a surprise! It's a low level of cultivation and shallow knowledge, and it's normal to not know the world is high! We must allow our younger disciples to make mistakes, otherwise, how can we succeed us in the future and maintain justice in the world!"

.........

In time, many monks sarcastically mocked Zhong Yuan. In this case, the seventh senior brother did not speak up and calmly responded.

Zhong Yuan, however, said the same thing, without saying a word, listening quietly with a smile. He stopped talking, and then said, "You're done with it! After that, let's stay there!"

While speaking, Zhong Yuan's right arm shook casually, and in an instant, it divided into dozens of arms, rapidly swelling, and instantly extended to the sarcastic monks, and pressed it with a palm.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..."

There were more than a dozen roars, and time rang out, and it almost synthesized.

Amid such a roar, the dozen monks were all blown away, spitting blood on their mouths, obviously, suffering a lot of injuries.

This situation was a surprise. Because most of the dozen cultivators who were knocked away by Nabei were first-line Daluo, and the rest were also half-step Daluo's cultivation.

Such a strong man actually never walked through a single move under Zhong Yuan, a young cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Immortal level.

Although Zhong Yuan suddenly took action, whoever was not a discerning person knew that even if he didn't take action, those people would definitely not be able to bear it. At this moment, the monks who did not speak were extremely grateful, "Sure enough, be careful to sail the ten thousand-year-old ship! There are too many outstanding people in this world. Low-key and low-key are the king!"

"Not bad, not bad!" At this time, the seventh senior brother gently stroked his palm, "This fellow Taoist's combat power is indeed extremely powerful and has the qualifications to be on the same level as me. Therefore, for the benefit of our Taishang Qing Weizong, I am willing to fight with you and use the results to decide the final candidate for the battle!"

Senior Brother Qi's tone of speaking was very serious and his expression seemed very sincere. In contrast, Zhong Yuan suddenly started to attack and established his authority, and it seemed inferior, and the human hearts deviated again.

However, Zhong Yuan didn't care about this and said directly, "Then don't waste time. The candidates from other families have already chosen almost the same!"

"Don't worry. The gap between you and me is actually not too big. If we fight together, no matter who wins or loses, it will definitely be a loss. In that case, other families will take advantage of it!" Senior Brother Seven shook his head and said when he heard this.

"What do you mean?" Zhong Yuan asked again, immediately.

"It's very simple, let's have a literary fight!" said Senior Brother Seven.

"How can I fight in literature!" Zhong Yuan asked again.

"I have a magic weapon called the Daqian Illusion. As long as you and I each imprint their own original aura, he will naturally evolve the two virtual bodies of you and me, and their strength is equivalent to our true strength. However, the battle between them is not very close to us. Even if it is destroyed, it will only slightly damage a little of the original aura. It does not have much impact on combat power. In this way, what do you think of fellow Taoists?" The seventh brother took out an elliptical bronze mirror about the size of a foot and spoke.

"good!"

Zhong Yuan responded without any hesitation.

At this time, Senior Brother Seven threw away the Daqian illusion in his hand, that is, time, the mirror light shone, presenting a spherical world. First, Senior Brother Seven concentrated his mind and gathered his energy, pressed his palm towards the Daqian illusion, and established time. A three-leaf-shaped flame mark appeared on it.

In an instant, the Three-Leaf Flame Mark disappeared, and then, a figure of a seventh senior brother appeared in the spherical world. His body, expression, aura, and everything were exactly the same, and there was no difference at all.

Seeing this, Zhong Yuan did not waste time. He went forward and slapped the spherical world with one palm. In an instant, after Zhong Yuan withdrew his palm, a small and exquisite long-handled battle axe mark was imprinted on it. Immediately afterwards, the long-handled battle axe mark disappeared in an instant, and a figure of Zhong Yuan was added in the spherical world.

Similarly, this figure, in all circumstances, is exactly the same as Zhong Yuan's original deity. Even Zhong Yuan himself cannot find a slight difference.

"Now, what should we start?" At this time, Senior Brother Qi spoke.

"No problem!" Zhong Yuan nodded immediately and responded.
Chapter completed!