Chapter 69: Cowardly Terran

Eat donkey hot pot?
When the crowd heard this, they almost didn't spit out a mouthful of old blood. People Ma Ruming is obviously from the Mingma clan, why did you become a donkey in your mouth?
The blue veins on Ma Ruming's body were violent, and his eyes were stained with blood, staring at Nangong Xiaoxiao, one can imagine his anger at the moment.
The dignified Mingma genius was called a donkey in front of so many people, how could he swallow this breath?
It was just that when he thought of the scene when Xiao Fan and the others baked his companions to eat in his mind, he couldn't help but shudder.
The guy in front of you is definitely not talking about fun, he really wants to eat himself!
"Die me!" All of Ma Ruming's anger turned into killing intent.
He has seen the strength of Nangong Xiaoxiao, if it was only the strength of two years ago, he would not dare to confront Nangong Xiaoxiao.
But now, his cultivation base has gone further, breaking through to the peak of the Great Emperor Realm, and Nangong Xiaoxiao is still only the late stage of the Great Emperor Realm, so naturally he is no longer afraid of Nangong Xiaoxiao.
As soon as the voice fell, Ma Ruming bent his bow and took an arrow, and a beam of light rushed towards Nangong Xiaoxiao. At the same time, he ran with all four hooves, carrying a long blood flame sword, and slashed in anger.
Nangong Xiaoxiao didn't react slowly, she just dodged the attack of that arrow cleverly, but Ma Ruming's blood flame long knife smashed it.
Cang!
Nangong Xiaoxiao did not panic, raised the Zhantian Halberd in his hand, blocking Ma Ruming's blood flame long knife, and the powerful force shook Ma Ruming away.
"What a terrifying power." The crowd exclaimed, all shocked by Nangong Xiaoxiao's power.
"I heard that donkeys that are good at jumping have more chewy meat." Nangong grinned slightly, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and rushed forward again.
Ma Ruming was extremely angry, but did not dare to confront it head-on, and quickly retreated. At the same time, the blood flame long knife in his hand disappeared, replaced by a long bow, and arrows shot out angrily.
"Well, I'm ready to eat the donkey meat today." Nangong Xiaoxiao escaped the arrow's attack and suddenly furious.
In a corner of the ancient city below, Niu Qingyun couldn't help shivering when he heard this, "Ma Ruming is probably going to be unlucky, but the show has just begun."
Niu Qingyun has followed Nangong Xiaoxiao for so long, and naturally knows Nangong Xiaoxiao's strength best. Even if Ma Ruming breaks through to the peak of the Great Emperor, he is definitely not Nangong Xiaoxiao's opponent.
Wasn't Lan Que also the pinnacle of the Great Emperor Realm? Wasn't Nangong Xiaoxiao skinned just now?
Niu Qingyun no longer pays attention to Ma Ruming. In his opinion, Ma Ruming's ending is destined to become Nangong Xiaoxiao's food.
However, at this moment, another strong voice sounded: "Under the Qilin Clan, I am so hot, I would like to ask the Human Clan for advice or two!"
The crowd looked up, but saw a burly man burning with flames coming forward, his naked upper body covered with countless scales.
There are countless cracks between the scales, and flames are burning inside, which is extremely terrifying.
Even his eyes were bloody, as if there were two flames burning in it.
"Fire Qilin?" When the Terran monk saw the burly man burning, his pupils shrank, and an explosive aura exuded from the opponent's body, making the Terran people present shudder.
Seeing this scene, Yu Qizi laughed with satisfaction, and said coldly in her heart: "I can count on you to use my five trump cards so quickly."
Nangong Xiaoxiao's strength made him extremely unhappy. In his plan, the human race should be cowardly and no one would dare to fight.
As a result, the human luck will naturally be lost.
But he didn't expect that there would be a blessed person in the human race, and there would also be a perverted Nangong Xiaoxiao.
Yu Qizi had to send one of his five aces, the Fire Qilin, to frighten the human monks and make them desperate.
Human monk, you looked at me, I looked at you, and no one came forward for a while.
"Human race, has it really become a gangster?" Fierce and provocative swept across thousands of human race monks, disdainfully.
There are as many as 20,000 or 30,000 monks from the Terran race, but at this moment, no one dares to stand up. It is not ordinary sad.
You know, this is still the home ground of the Human Race, but it was pressured by a group of foreign monks to breathe, and it almost lost the face of the Human Race.
"Old elders, Human Race still needs you to uphold justice." Someone in Human Race yelled secretly, and the voice resounded all around, hoping that the older cultivators would take action.
Upon hearing this, the human monks looked at the older monks around them.
"Hey, we are old, it seems that we are no longer suitable for the ancient road, and the future is for your young people." A cultivator of the older generation sighed helplessly, completely meaningless to play.
These elder monks have spent countless years on the ancient road of human trials, and the edges and corners have long been smoothed. They have seen many things like this.
They can survive by relying on their usual caution, so how can they get ahead?
There were a few young people before, just because they were young and energetic, they died under the attack of foreign monks, and even Yi Zhanyun almost fell.
They are not fools, so naturally they will not take their heads easily and discuss with foreign cultivators, which is a matter of losing their lives at any time.
The young people were screaming in secret, these old guys, the longer they live, how can they be more afraid of death?
"Humph!" For a long time, there was a cold snort from the human monks, and saw a barren white shirt stepped into the air, staring at the fire unicorn on the opposite side and said: "Fight."
Huang Wulin hadn't planned to take action now. After all, he was considered one of the strongest combat power among human monks, and his enemy should be the stronger among foreign monks.
It's just that he didn't expect that nobody in Human Race would dare to stand up, which made him too disappointed.
He is also a person who is afraid of death, but before the righteousness of the human race, he resolutely put death aside.
"Huang Wulin, it seems that Human Race is really no one. It's your turn to shoot so soon." Huo Zhi clearly knew Huang Wulin, and his face showed a playful look.
"I'm just the least talented person in the human race." Huang Wulin sneered, "but it should be more than enough to deal with you."
Hearing what Huang Wulin said, many human cultivators bowed their heads in shame. If Huang Wulin is the least talented person, then what are they like?
Huang Wulin said this only to maintain the dignity of the human race.
Do you want to tell the foreign monks bluntly that the human races are all cowards, and they are all cowards?
"I heard that Huang Wulin is a person who is greedy for life and fear of death, but this time, he is a real man." Guan Xiaoqi sighed sincerely.
He clenched his fists, ready to shoot at any time.
"Does it depend on you?" Huo Zhi snorted, a tyrannical aura erupted from his body, and he walked towards Huang Wulin step by step.