Chapter 1132: Lost?

I thought you were on the third floor.
　　Who knew you were on the fifth floor.
　　 Pan Duoqing didn't expect that he would suffer a beating, not only the meat hurts, but also the heartache.
　　 From beginning to end, Jian Xiaoyao took advantage of it.
　　 "I don't know Ming Ruo, now I think my explanation is useful?"
　　 Lin Beichen's tone is not without provocation.
　　溟箬's expression is not pretty.
　　 For a while, I don’t know how to answer.
　　 The tight expressions of the fragrance priest and the tavern girl finally relieved.
　　 Two equally delicate and beautiful faces, showing a trace of relief.
　　 Since it was Pan Duoqing who provoked and killed him, then everything is easy to say.
　　 If Jian Xiaoyao's qualification is to be revoked, then Pan Duoqing's qualification must be revoked first.
　　 Pan's passionate behavior is much worse than Jian Xiaoyao.
　　 Some of the other contestants looked at Pan Duoqing's eyes with a strong look of fear.
　　 If just because of Jian Xiaoyao's strong performance, Pan Duoqing's ambush is attracted, then who knows if one day, I will become Pan Duoqing's thorny eye?
　　 Jian Xiaoyao is strong and clever, only then can he survive and fight against the generals.
　　 But they don’t have this ability.
　　 Isn't it a dead end if Pan Duoqing is staring at him?
　　, it’s better to stay away from dangerous people like 　　.
　　Panghu saw that the boss seemed to have taken care of the trouble, so he ate more happily.
　　 The golden monitor lizard on one side hasn't even stopped to eat from the beginning-although these foods are a bit inferior to grilling their own tails, they are better than they are not charged when they are full.
　　 After a moment of silence, the Great God Ming Ruo spoke.
　　 "I don't care about the grudge between you and Pan Duoqing."
He seemed to finally figure out his thoughts, and said indifferently: "But now you are alive, and the seven gods of the Flame Protoss are dead...Whether to cancel your qualifications for the competition is a matter for the competition organizing committee. Before the dust settles, you must return the [Hem of Immortality], and the [Great Desolate Starfall] secret policy cannot be given to you."
　　 The voice fell.
　　 There was a low exclamation in the hall.
　　 Everyone had realized before that the Great God Ming Ruo was helping Pan Duoqing.
　　 But I didn't expect it to be so obvious at this time.
　　 I lost my face.
　　 "So, is this your last answer?"
　　 Lin Beichen slowly and authentic.
　　 "You seem to be very dissatisfied?"
　　溟箬 sneered: "Yes, this is my final answer to you, dare you not?"
"In this case……"
　　 Lin Beichen also smiled, slowly raised his middle finger, and said, "Fuck you. Mom.".
　　 The sneer on Ming Ruo's face solidified little by little.
　　 He couldn't believe his ears.
"what did you say?"
　　 Ming Ruo stared at Lin Beichen.
"I say……"
　　 Lin Beichen raised his again, and said one by one: "Go--you--Mom--! Do you understand this time?"
　　 Now, not only Ming Ruo can hear it clearly, but everyone in the hall can hear it clearly.
　　【Rose of Light】Jiang Ruobai was stunned.
　　 The boatman Huoxie sat blankly on the spot, chewing the barbecue in his mouth.
　　 Li Yitian, Luzhong and others are all dumbfounded.
what's going on?
　　 curse the gods?
　　 This is undoubtedly blasphemous.
　　 Sword Xiaoyao won’t be mad, right?
　　 The continuous use of methods can obviously turn the game back, but it was lightly obliterated by Ming Ruo with a single sentence, so I lost my sense of anger?
　　 "Haha, hahaha..."
　　溟箬 burst into laughter.
　　 The sound of laughter resounded like the thunder of nine days of anger, echoing in the hall, shaking the entire hall.
　　The maids like wind chimes and tassels are inferior in strength, covering their ears with all their faces pale, with painful expressions, and constantly retreating, her figure is already shaky.
　　The gods under the rage, the supernatural power that blooms, are terrifying to the suppression of ordinary gods.
　　 "It's been a long time since there has been a godless people, dare to speak to me like this."
　　 Ming Ruo stared at Lin Beichen, the red divine power fluctuations all over his body seemed to solidify little by little.
　　 "Stupid."
　　 Lin Beichen didn't persuade him at all, and he just went up straight: "You villains, can you come up with some creative lines? Every time you have such a few words, I am really annoyed by it."
　　 "You are guilty."
　　Mingruo took a deep breath: "On behalf of the Great Desolate Protoss, I will sentence you to death."
　　 said, raising his hand and pressing down.
　　 The dark red divine power directly turned into a big hand of several tens of meters, pressing down towards Lin Beichen in the air.
The big hand of divine power, every inch of skin is shining with divine runes, exuding divine pressure, glowing with dazzling divine light, slowly pressing down, the air seems to have the singing of ancient gods, terrifying power, making the hall The air flow in it was frantic, and the space was distorted, extremely terrifying.
　　 Endless murderous opportunities come.
　　 "Cut."
　　 Lin Beichen sneered and threw a punch: "I still wipe out you on behalf of the moon."
　　 Boom!
　　 [Desolate God's Knuckles] increased, the scarlet flame giant fist slammed on the supernatural giant hand fiercely.
　　 rumbling.
　　 A terrifying crackling sounded.
　　 The giant hand of supernatural power was directly pierced, and it shattered and disappeared immediately.
　　 Lin Beichen stood in place safe and sound.
"what?"
　　溟箬's figure shook, her expression changed drastically.
　　The gods are absolutely dominant in this world.
　　This kind of dominance is reflected in the powerhouses other than the gods, no matter how powerful your strength, as long as you are not a god, you will be absolutely suppressed by the gods.
　　Because the divine power of the gods and the divine power of the dependents are two concepts.
　　 This is the iron law.
　　 But just now, Jian Xiaoyao actually broke his own giant hand.
What exactly is going on?
　　 The others were also shocked.
　　 The tavern girl stopped the action of rushing forward to rescue.
　　 The Fragrant Face Priest held tightly the little white knuckle hand, and released it again.
　　 Pan Duoqing, who was full of gloat, looked like he had seen a ghost. He thought that Jian Xiaoyao would die just now.
　　 How did this guy do it?
　　Pan stared at Lin Beichen passionately, and suddenly a ridiculous guess appeared in his mind.
　　 "It must have been an accident just now."
　　溟箬 shouted, and then shot.
　　 This time, he did not condense the divine power to crush, but directly turned into a streamer, rushed to it, and blasted out with a fist.
　　 Lin Beichen stood on the spot, not dodge or avoid, running the same strength, punching out to meet.
　　 Boom!
　　 Countless layers of horizontal aperture continuously radiate wildly around the point where the two fists collided.
　　 Brief contact.
　　 A figure suddenly flew out in embarrassment.
　　 is God's Ling Ming Ruo.
　　 Ta Ta Ta Ta!
　　 He landed on the ground, staggered back, and made deep footprints on the stone surface of the main hall.
　　 pulled out eight steps before barely stabilizing his figure.
　　 The supernatural power in the body is floating, and the condyle of the right fist and the wrist are painful, like a fracture.
　　 However, compared to the pain of skin and flesh, the horror in Ming Ruo's heart was like a huge wave, almost completely drowning his whole person.
"you you you……"
　　 Ming Ruo exclaimed, "Who are you... on earth?"
　　 This time, it is by no means an accident.
　　 He realized that he seemed to have hit the iron plate.
"I?"
　　 Lin Beichen smiled faintly, slowly retracted his fist, and said: "I forgot to tell you, I seem to be a too."
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Thank you Beichen Swordsman, your cat was picked up by me when you went out, Jiang Jiang gnawed chicken legs, and the three big guys for their continuous rewards.
Good night everyone.