If these words are shouted out, maybe he will be shot to death by King Yueluo before he is killed in the hands of you, Zhao Chu.

"You want to fight!"

"Then fight!"

Deng Guanlou glared fiercely, and finally pulled out the high-level elemental weapon in his hand.

…

Seeing this, the people from Jichi Holy Land quickly started recording.

Just now they wanted to destroy the evidence of Xiang Ming Palace's defeat, but unfortunately, the opposite party, the Deer Holy Land, had already sent the impact information back to the Central Territory.

At this moment, Linlu Holy Land is also about to fail. There is absolutely no way that Jichi Holy Land will miss this opportunity to suppress them!

certainly!

Jichi Holy Land added more fuel and vinegar to the story, and wrote in thick ink about the fact that Deng Guanlou did not dare to go to war.

In addition, Deng Guanlou's shamelessness has also risen to a new level.

…

war!

The sky trembles.

Zhao Chu's sword shook and he fought with Deng Guanlou again.

In fact, Deng Guanlou was under pressure on the one hand, and he also had some small thoughts in his heart.

To be honest, he also wanted to see how terrifying that terrifying and subtle sword was.

As long as you defend carefully, you may not be defeated as miserably as Xiangming Palace.

pity!

Only a minute passed before Deng Guanlou's head was stepped on by Zhao Chu.

"You lost."

"Two minutes and 18 seconds, you are worse than the loser you were before!"

The withered sword suppressed Deng Guanlou's powerful weapon. His whole body was cut to pieces, and even a small part of his head was cut off.

Near death.

Deng Guanlou vomited blood and was extremely frightened of Zhao Chu.

Only after a real fight will you understand how terrifying the subtle sword is.

Who can understand the feeling of cutting through the gate of life with every sword.

Who can understand that the weight of a broken sword exceeds that of a high-level weapon.

"Save...save me...save..."

Dying.

Deng Guanlou's throat was squirming and he could barely speak a few words.

Scared!

At this moment, he really smelled death.

Deng Guanlou was really scared.

Perhaps, King Yueluo could not save him at all.

After all, people are different, Luo Guangliu saved Xiang Minggong.

But King Yueluo may not necessarily save himself.

"Come on, tell me, I am a turtle, and I will spare your life!"

Stepping on this head, Zhao Chu spoke seriously, his voice not high.

"I am, I am, I am...I am, Turtle..."

collapse!

The abyss of death crushed Deng Guanlou's last vestige of dignity and reason.

This sentence was spoken in a very low voice.

Compared to surviving,

What dignity, what fighting spirit, what Taoist heart... they are all clouds and smoke.

Just as he finished speaking, the power of natural selection from King Yueluo also spread to him.

"Actually, if you don't tell me, that natural selection will save you."

"You are too cowardly, a hundred times more cowardly than the idiot before!"

Looking at the seriously injured figure getting further and further away, the contempt in Zhao Chu's eyes was like two poisonous snakes, gnawing at Deng Guanlou's heart.

puff!

In anger, Deng Guanlou spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Until he returned to Linlu Holy Land, Zhao Chu's disdainful expression was still lingering in Deng Guanlou's mind.

What did I just say?

I am a turtle!

Indeed, I am so cowardly.

Then, he was thrown directly into the crowd. Deng Guanlou felt a sense of disgust from King Yueluo's mood.

His voice was not high when he said that just now.

Maybe others didn't hear it, but King Yueluo was a natural choice, so he must have heard it.

disappointment!

The disappointment and disgust from the elders of Natural Selection represent one thing.

He, Deng Guanlou, will be completely abandoned by Linlu Holy Land.

…

"Make a note."

"Recently, Deng Guanlou, the ninth candidate on the list, stood at the feet of the eleven Qing Jie disciples and shouted: I am a turtle!"

After the dust settled, Luo Guangliu looked at the recorder of Jichi Holy Land and said quietly.

"What?"

"Deng Guanlou, did you really say that?"

The recording staff asked in surprise.

He is not questioning the realm of natural selection, but the people responsible for recording records in major holy places have all sworn a blood oath to heaven not to make up lies.

"It wasn't loud, but I heard it!"

Luo Guangliu could understand the record officer's doubts and gave a rare explanation.

“Absolutely amazing!”

The recording officer solemnly recorded this transaction.

Sure enough, it's true.

There are no warnings from Heaven.

In this way, Deng Guanlou is really cowardly and terrible.

…

"The eleven members of Qing Jie have made enough trouble, let's talk about business!"

"You are now only a registered disciple for the assessment. According to the rules of the Green Tribulation Holy Land, you cannot ask other disciples to do anything for you. Strictly speaking, you are not yet a Green Tribulation disciple."

"If we kill you, it's just because you failed the test, right?"

After the dust settled, everyone's eyes focused on Zhao Chu.

At this time, Luo Guangliu spoke calmly.

In fact, at his level, there was no need to talk so much to Zhao Chu, but he was somewhat interested in Qing Jie, the eleventh disciple.

Of course, he had no intention of letting him rebel and go to Jichi Holy Land.

Qing Jie has rules.

Those who rebel against the clan will be killed without mercy.

Because a peak Jindan rebelled and angered those Qingjie lunatics, it was not cost-effective for Jichi Holy Land.

"You have a very strong Golden Core Realm, a very strong Sword of Subtlety, and you are very young. You could have been ranked among the top five in the near-day candidate list."
To be continued...