Chapter 68: Crazy fat man

Above the heavens, the three battlefields were fighting fiercely. Not to mention the collapse of the sky, that was almost the same.
The battle between the powerful at the late stage of the Great Emperor Realm can already easily destroy most of the world, and only a world like Jiuyou Xingchen can withstand it.
"You said, who will win these three games?" Someone worried about the human monk.
"Zhan Huangtian, as a blessed person, will naturally not lose, but if he wants to win, it is basically impossible. After all, he is only a late stage cultivation base of the Great Emperor."
"That fat guy seems to be Xiao Fan's brother. He is strong and should have the hope of victory, but it is not very likely. It is Yu Wanjian. I think he will win."
"If Yu Wanjian can't win, then this time, our human race will lose."
Terran monks are all worried, and many people are even more lamented. In their opinion, it is still too difficult to win.
When Guan Xiaoqi heard the words, he secretly sighed that he was not good, and looked at a human monk next to him suspiciously: "Xiongtai, what is the struggle for luck?"
The white-robed man turned his head and looked at Guan Xiaoqi with a weird look, as if to say it again, you don't even know this?
"Don't blame Xiongtai, I'm just an ordinary regional monk, I was lucky enough to be able to enter the ancient road of human trials, and I don't understand the rules here." Guan Xiaoqi said with ashamed expression.
It wasn't that he was lying, but that he really didn't understand, but it was related to the luck of the human race, and he had to worry that this was the most basic responsibility as a human monk.
The white-robed man nodded and explained: "Although the struggle for luck sounds vague, it has existed since ancient times, and it exists."
"I would like to hear the details." Guan Xiaoqi solemnly said, with a humble look on his face asking for advice.
The white-robed man pondered for a moment, looked up at the sky and said: "You can think of the luck between heaven and earth as a pie, and the monks of the ten thousand races are the ones who divide the pie. Whoever is strong will naturally be able to divide the pie. Lots of pie."
Guan Xiaoqi frowned, but he understood something in his heart, but how could these monks of the Great Emperor Realm represent the entire human race?
"Are you thinking, we people are only tens of thousands of people at best, and it is completely negligible compared to the hundreds of millions of billions in the human race, how can we represent the human race?" The white robe man looked at it. Out of Guan Xiaoqi's doubts.
Guan Xiaoqi nodded, he did think so in his heart, and then the white-robed man said again: "Then do you think we people can destroy the Three Thousand Territories of the Human Race?"
Upon hearing this, Guan Xiaoqi fell into contemplation, before saying for a long time: "If there is no Saint Emperor Realm powerhouse to take action, tens of thousands of Great Emperor Realm will be enough to sweep three thousand territories of Human Race."
This point Guan Xiaoqi was deliberately considered. If tens of thousands of great emperor realm powerhouses are swarming, it will definitely be like a locust crossing the border, and no grass will grow.
However, it would be impossible to destroy the three thousand territories of the human race if there was a strong Saint Emperor Realm to stop it.
"We people may not be able to destroy the Terran Three Thousand Territory, but they are the mainstay of the Human Race. Most of our luck is carried on us. If we are all defeated, the loss of luck will be a terrifying amount." The white-robed man shakes. He shook his head, stopped saying anything, and continued to pay attention to the high-altitude battle.
Guan Xiaoqi was silent. He understood the explanation of the white-robed man. Even though they could not represent the human race, they could represent the human race generation.
If all these people were defeated, it would be tantamount to the defeat of the monks in the Great Emperor Realm of this generation of Human Race. When the time comes, their luck will be lost.
"This foreigner really has a good abacus. He wants to seize the luck of our generation." Guan Xiaoqi took a deep breath, a cold light burst into his eyes.
boom!
After a while, a stream of light shot down from the sky, slammed into a mountain range, and instantly attracted everyone's attention.
"It's too weak." At this moment, an indifferent voice rang from high above the sky, but Ma Ruming stood in the sky, indifferently overlooking the forest below.
"Lost?" The human monk's face changed drastically. Ma Ruming is here, what about Yu Wanjian who fought with him?
The result is self-evident, although the human monks are not willing to believe this result.
Yu Wanjian, who ranked second on the Hundred Kills List, was also defeated by the foreign monks. Is this generation really so unbearable?
"Ahem~" There was a soft cough in the forest, but the blood-stained white robe Yu Wanjian rose to the sky again. His robe was a little shabby, and his hair was a little messy, but his eyes were sharp as usual.
"Another one who isn't afraid of death?" Ma Ruming sneered, without paying attention to Yu Wanjian at all.
The talents of the two are similar, and even Yu Wanjian is a little stronger, but he is a little better than Yu Wanjian. This is a gap that cannot be crossed.
It is basically impossible for Yu Wanjian to beat him.
"Boom bang bang!" Just as Ma Ruming wanted to do it, there was a blast from the sky, and he suddenly looked up, and couldn't help but breathe in the air.
The crowd was also attracted by the high-altitude voices, first showing their doubts, but when they saw the high-altitude scene, the corners of their mouths suddenly twitched.
Above the sky, Nangong Xiaoxiao, dressed in a white robe, kicked and kicked the face of Lan Que, who had become the main body, as if throwing a sandbag.
With every kick, Lan Que's head would hear a sound of broken bones.
The most important thing is that the Lan Lin on Lan Que's body has fallen off a lot, revealing his body, and his appearance can't be more miserable.
At the peak of the dignified Great Emperor Realm, was it being ravaged by a human monk?
If you didn't see it with your own eyes, everyone would never believe it.
With a bang, Lan Que's body was like mud, smashing into the ancient city!
"When you say that you stripped your skin, you just stripped it off, don't believe it!" Nangong Xiaoxiao stood in the air, coldly looking at the big dust rolling pit below.
Upon hearing this, the surrounding cultivators couldn't help but shudder. They recalled the scene they had just seen Lan Que, and their hearts were a little bit afraid.
No wonder Lan Que was soaked in blood. It turned out that this fat man had taken the skin off?
Damn, it's horrible!
"Yu Wanjian, Brother Yu? I'm addicted today, why don't you let me?" Suddenly, Nangong Xiaoxiao cast his eyes on Yu Wan's sword in the distance.
Addicted to peeling skin?
When the crowd heard this, they all looked at Nangong Xiaoxiao dumbfounded.
Upon hearing this, Yu Wanjian glanced at Nangong Xiaoxiao gratefully. He naturally knew that Nangong Xiaoxiao was giving him a step down.
With his strength, he was not Ma Ruming's opponent just now, and it is even more unlikely that he will be his opponent. If Nangong Xiaoxiao intervenes hastily, Yu Wanjian may be extremely unhappy.
But Nangong Xiaoxiao said so, but saved him face, he naturally would not refuse, nodded and said: "Okay!"
"Thank you, then." Nangong Xiaoxiao laughed, and rushed up with Zhan Tianji in his hand: "You can eat donkey hot pot again today."