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Chapter 928 Confronting Huangfu!

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    There is still a big gap between the seventh level of foundation building and the ninth level of foundation building. Moreover, Tutuo monk is an authentic combat sect. Many high-level foundation building monks have died in his hands. The guy in front of him will definitely die.

    "There's so much nonsense. If you want to fight, fight quickly. It's a waste of time."

    Zhao Dabao stretched out. He had been sitting for a long time and it was really boring.

    "Hmph, you have a tough mouth. When I crush your bones inch by inch, I hope you still dare to talk to me like this."

    The Toutuo monk smiled ferociously, with a deep chill in his tone.

    The best magic weapon in his hand, the February Zen Staff, exudes a rich blood light. Just looking at it gives people a feeling of extreme danger.

    As he spoke, the February Zen staff swelled up in the wind, exuding a heavy pressure, and hit Zhao Dabao hard.

    Zhao Dabao, on the other hand, took out an inconspicuous black sword from the storage space without haste, and faced the February Zen staff, which was more than ten meters long.

    The gap between the two is like a giant and an ant. You can feel the gulf-like gap just by looking at it.

    ??Toutuo, who originally had a ferocious smile on his face, was slightly startled when he saw Zhao Dabao taking out the inconspicuous black sword, and then he laughed exaggeratedly.

    "Haha, is this the kind of guy Mr. Jian San asked me to take special care of? It seems that those fifty top-quality spiritual stones are destined to fall into my pocket."

    And the few spectators below the ring were slightly startled when they saw Zhao Dabao taking out the inconspicuous black sword, and their expressions became strange.

    "No, that black sword doesn't have any aura on it. I'm afraid it's just a weapon used by mortals. Is this high-level foundation-building monk already so poor?"

    "There is no suspense in this game, this Toutuo will win for sure."

    "Do you know the origin of this Toutuo? Let me tell you, when he faced four high-level foundation-building monks alone, he was able to go crazy and kill them, with overwhelming power."

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    The monks in the audience were talking a lot.

    At this moment, a crisp loud noise made everyone stunned.

    They looked at what was happening on the ring, and the words they were about to say suddenly got stuck in their throats, but no sound came out at all.

    I saw the February Zen Staff covered in scarlet blood mist. When it came into contact with the nameless black sword, a scene that shocked everyone appeared.

    The seemingly indestructible February Zen Staff was like tofu, and it was instantly cut open in the middle by the nameless black sword. This feeling was very inconsistent, just like using a kitchen knife to cut tofu, but the kitchen knife was instantly cut off by the tofu.

    This depressing sense of disobedience made Toutuo, who was originally looking fierce, rub his eyes, and froze in place, as if he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

    "Howhow could this happen? How could my February Zen Staff be cut off by an inconspicuous black sword?"

    Toutuo murmured to himself, and then looked at Zhao Dabao with a look of fear. The existence of the best magic weapon that could cut off him was simply not something he could deal with now.

    "It seems that fifty top-quality spiritual stones are really not easy to earn. Fortunately, Third Young Master Jian has been prepared, otherwise I might really be in trouble here today."

    "If you have any other means, use them all together to save time."

    Zhao Dabao¡¯s tone was casual.

    He can solve this kind of opponent with just a few clicks of his fingers, but now that he can enter the top thirty, he has already won the bet with Jian San.

    No matter how high the ranking is, there is no benefit from winning. Instead, it will become the focus. It is inconvenient to do anything in the secret realm of Falling Dragon Valley.

    "Although you are very strong and even give me a feeling of being invincible, I don't believe that even the monsters in the middle stage of the Golden Core are no match for you."

    While speaking, the Toutuo monk reached into the spirit beast bag hanging on his waist and decisively unlocked the seal.

    Boom!  !  !

    The monstrous flames emitted and spread throughout the arena.

    And in the flames, a bird similar to a golden crow was exuding an aura far beyond that of a foundation-building monk.

    At this time, some monks in the audience were already amazed.

    "The fire dove bird is equivalent to a monk in the middle stage of the Golden Core. How could such a spiritual beast appear in this kind of competition?"

    "Oh, spiritual beasts are also a type of strength. Being able to own such spiritual beasts is proof of strength in itself."

    "It's over, this foundation-building monk is over. Originally, there was a gap between foundation-building and golden elixir.The conversation between the two people on the stage was drowned in the sound of fighting, so he didn't know the specific cause of the incident.

    "I don't believe he can really make it into the top thirty"

    Jian San¡¯s face was gloomy and he snorted secretly.

    At this time, under the announcement of the presiding Jindan monk, Zhao Dabao won the game.

    After that, he played two more games, both of which were victories without any suspense.

    At this time, as long as he plays one more game, he will be qualified to enter the secret realm of Falling Dragon Valley.

    The competitions in other arenas also ended one after another, and the winning high-level foundation-building monks drew lots again to decide who their next opponent would be.

    Zhao Dabao didn¡¯t care who his opponent was, so he just randomly drew a number card. The number on the number plate was 17. In other words, the monk who also drew the number 17 was his opponent.

    After the headmaster¡¯s son Zhou Song and Huangfu Ling¡¯er drew lots, bursts of noisy sounds reached Zhao Dabao¡¯s ears.

    ¡°Wow, Senior Brother Zhou Song¡¯s draw result is out, it¡¯s No. 20.

    ¡°Senior Sister Huangfu¡¯s draw result has also come out, it¡¯s No. 17. I really don¡¯t know which unlucky guy will be on the same stage as Senior Sister Huangfu.¡±

    Zhao Dabao had forgotten all this news, but when he heard the second exclamation, he subconsciously looked at the lottery numbers in his hand.

    "On the 17thIs it me who is the unlucky guy?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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