Painting of the Nine Immortals Chapter 1742: 3 Chengli

The Qianshan jungle is vast and inhabited by hundreds of tribes.

I don’t know when, Qianshan Jungle has an unwritten rule that every ten years, there will be a life-and-death battle, and the one who loses will become the slave of the victor.

For this rule, the tribes in the Thousand Mountain Jungle love and hate. What they love is calmness for ten years, and there is no need to worry about enemies coming.

What I hate is that once you lose, the tribe is gone.

But no matter whether you love or hate, the rules are there, no tribe can shake them.

Therefore, for thousands of years, life and death battles have existed, and even the most powerful tribes dare not be absent.

Today is the period of life and death.

The people and horses of various tribes gathered in the center of Qianshan Jungle, crowded with people, and it was very lively.

Ling Xian was among them.

However, his focus is not on the battle of life and death, but on the sun in the sky.

This sun is not a star, but evolved with supernatural powers, but it is no different from the real sun.

"Unbelievable, even the holy ancestors, I am afraid they can't do it."

Ling Xian sighed that it is not difficult to imitate the appearance of the sun, but with the power of the sun, it is as difficult as reaching the sky.

"Holy Ancestor is an invincible existence, what can't you do?" Qingwan frowned slightly.

"Yes, is there anything that the ancestor can't do?"

Ling Xian sighed softly, no longer paying attention to the sun that evolved with supernatural powers.

"Time is almost up."

A strong man speaks, like Huang Zhongda Lu, shocking.

Suddenly, the scene calmed down, and the air smelled of gunpowder.

"Everyone knows the rules of life and death battles."

"Now, let's start."

The vigorous and powerful man looked around the audience and said: "Who will challenge my fierce tribe?"

After hearing this, the scene became quieter and quieter, and no one answered for a long time.

The Fierce Sacred Tribe is the well-deserved overlord of the Qianshan Jungle. Who dares to challenge?

"If you don't speak, no one wants to challenge anymore, or I am happy to watch the show."

The strong man smiled and said: "What are you waiting for? Go ahead."

Hearing this, the strongest of the major tribes have moved, and they have found their opponents.

An old man with a cold face came to Qingwan and said with a strange smile: "Is there no one in Wuqing tribe? What's the use of a girl with no hair?"

"I'm enough to deal with you." Qingwan's pretty face is cold, her eyes are full of hatred.

"Keep talking."

The old man smiled contemptuously. He only had the fourth level of cultivation, and he couldn't tell that Qingwan was a fifth level cultivator.

However, he had seen Qingwan and knew that she was only a monk in the second realm, so he didn't take Qingwan in his eyes at all.

"Whether it is arrogance or fact, you will find out if you try it."

Qingwan's pretty face is cold, and said: "Today, I will avenge the patriarch."

"He's getting confused, have you got water in your head when you are young?"

The old man glanced at Qingwan contemptuously, and said, "You are a yellow-haired girl who wants to avenge him in the next life."

"Stop talking nonsense, didn't your Qinggui tribe always want to annex my Wuqing tribe, let's fight."

Sunny evening eyes are full of cold electricity, seemingly weak, but they have the power of the strong.

She is now a Fifth Realm cultivator, and coupled with the Sanqing Heavenly Art, she has naturally developed a strong power.

"If you want to die, I will fulfill you."

The old man smiled contemptuously, raised his hand and blasted out, softly and slowly, 30% of his power was useless.

When he thinks about it, Qingwan is the third-level monk who will die. With 30% of his strength, he will use a sledgehammer to kill chickens.

"You underestimated me too much."

Qingwan laughed. She is now a fifth-level cultivator. Even if the old man tried his best, she couldn't shake her hair.

So, she didn't resist or dodge, letting this palm fall on her body.

Boom!

Smoke is everywhere, the old trees are destroyed, Qingwan is unscathed, and has not retreated half a step.

This left the old man in a daze, unable to believe what he saw.

"It's my turn."

Qingwan sneered, the same blast out with a palm, also with 30% effort.

But the difference is that this is 30% of the power of the fifth stage, even the peak monk of the fourth stage, it is difficult to resist, let alone the middle-term elderly?

Puff!

The blood splashed, the old man was blown away without any suspense, and the whole person was about to fall apart.

He seemed to have seen a ghost, except for his disbelief, he was terrified.

Everyone present was also shocked. They suddenly looked towards Qingwan and all took a breath.

"The Fifth Realm! This is the power of the Fifth Realm!"

"Seriously wounded the patriarch of the Blue Ghost tribe with a single blow, what a terrible strength!"

"Is the patriarch of the Blue Ghost Tribe blind? How did he get into the fifth realm?"

Everyone was shocked to the extreme, even the strong man who had no daring to challenge his expression became solemn.

"Ahem, you...how could you be the strongest person in the fifth stage?" The old man couldn't accept it.

"How is it impossible?"

Seeing the old man in embarrassment, Qingwan only feels extremely happy and hearty.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

The old man yelled, with a full blow, trying to kill Qingwan.

Unfortunately, even with all his strength, Qingwan can't be shaken.

She just took a casual blow and completely suppressed the old man, almost completely wiped out.

This makes everyone sure that Qingwan is really the fifth-level powerhouse!

The old man is also certain. Although it is unbelievable, it is the fact that no one can deny it.

"You are defeated. Since then, you have become a vassal of my Wuqing tribe!"

Qingwan raised her eyebrows and wanted to laugh out loud.

Ling Xian didn't feel anything.

For him, everything that happens here is like a playhouse, life and death battles are nothing more than children's farce.

"I lost, I actually lost..."

The old man lost his soul, and he couldn't accept the thought of the Qinggui tribe becoming a vassal of the Wuqing tribe.

However, neither the rules nor the sunny night can be shaken by him.

"She is actually a member of the Wuqing tribe. As far as I know, it is not the weakest tribe in the Qianshan Jungle, but also one of the weakest."

"Unbelievably, such a weak tribe has born a fifth-level strong!"

"After this battle, Qianshan Jungle has another overlord!"

Everyone talked a lot, with shock, fear, and doubt.

Too abnormal, an extremely weak tribe suddenly gave birth to a fifth-level strong, which is incredible in itself.

"It seems that Wuqing tribe got an adventure..."

The vigorous man squinted his eyes~IndoMTL.com~ and started to **** him.

However, he was not sure of Qingwan's strength, so he didn't attack on the spot.

"I will give you three days to bring all the people to the Wuqing tribe, otherwise, don't blame me for killing."

Qingwan’s pretty face is cold, then she looks at Ling Xian, like an iceberg thawing, and smiles sweetly: "Let’s go, let’s go back and celebrate with the people."

Hearing this, Ling Xian smiled faintly, intending to refuse.

His injury is almost healed, there is no need to return to the Wuqing tribe.

However, just as Ling Xian was about to say goodbye, the strong man spoke first.

"The hero is a young man, I don't know how to call your Excellency?"

"Sunny night." The girl was startled.

"Good name, I have ordered someone to prepare a banquet, I wonder if you would like to enjoy your face?" The strong man laughed.