I use a cauldron to fly the whole fairy gate

Chapter 51

Chapter 51

    In the entire competition tower, everyone looked at the viewing seats at Zhiqiong Peak, at Su Yu's beautiful figure.

    "Who wins in this way?"

    "I bet on Bai Yufeng to win, is it completely cold?"

    "You are finished, I bet on Qiongfeng's 100 Lingshi to win, there is still a glimmer of hope."

    "Daily dreaming, this time The game is for the dealer to take all." The

    disciples watching the game, especially those who bet, vomited blood.

    How much they wish it was an illusion.

    However, Misty Peak and Yuqiong Peak next door fought desperately, swords and zither sounds, while the challenge ring at Qiongfeng Peak here was extremely... kind.

    Zhou Zhang wanted to continue the fight, but his juniors and sisters all disagreed. The most important thing was that Zhou Zhang didn't have any beasts anymore!

    His trump card is still in the arms of the acting peak master of Zhiqiong Peak.

    Zhi Qiongfeng was already in the audience, strangling Bai Yufeng's demonic throat.

    No, an unknown medicine was stuffed into the mouth of this killer monster.

    "What are you giving Xiong Feng!" Zhou Zhang yelled.

    But in an instant, a powerful but deadly Nascent Soul aura descended on the elder's seat.

    A crack was torn open in the air, and a wrinkled, bluish-white hand stretched out.

    "The Inspector Hall interrupted the old man's retreat. Could it be that I lost the battle with Bai Yufeng today?"

    All the disciples watching the battle couldn't help but show their expressions of watching the show, and raised their heads curiously, but soon there was sadness in their eyes.

    The old man who had fully emerged from the crack had a completely bent back, as thin as a ten-year-old child.

    He couldn't even stand up, and sat cross-legged on a golden steel ring with a rather dim precious light. The two kneecaps under the black Taoist robe were very sharp, revealing the lines of the bones of his legs.

    His face was not only covered with wrinkles, but his cheeks were sunken, and his eagle eyes were particularly prominent, which was even more terrifying.

    But his complexion has lost any color, pale and blue.

    Anyone could tell that he was about to… die.

    The disciple of Bai Yufeng said that the master is going to sit down, it is not a lie at all.

    Today they accepted the third-class challenge, and the peak master didn't come, not because he didn't want to, but... Even if he came, he was afraid of dying in the grandstand.

    The disciples watching the battle couldn't help but put away their expressions of watching the show, feeling sad.

    The elders of the Inspector Hall sitting in the seat also showed grief in their eyes.

    In Nanxun, another peak Nascent Soul is about to sit down, probably in the next few days.

    The death energy on his body could hardly be concealed, and it had already spread to his talisman.

    Zhang Daoren sympathized with the sadness, but soon his eyes lit up, he held down the mustard bag, and looked at Su Yu.

    "Master!"