Mystic God-level Emperor System

The physical realms of the four major leagues have all entered the arena at this moment.

The audience also began to judge the strength and weakness, ready to bet.

"Brother Shi, this son Wu Shuai has acceptable talents.

I promised that every time the covenant wins, he can become my personal disciple. "

Li Motian looked at Wu Shuai with a smile, with satisfaction in his eyes.

After Wu Guozhu sat behind and heard it, there was also a trace of expectation in his heart.

If his grandson can become Li Motian's direct disciple, then Wu will have a stable backer in the future!

"His qualifications are indeed good, but the other three are not weak."

Su Han smiled.

The HP of the other three also reached 1.1.

This is the first standard of fetal rest.

Obviously, the four major alliances must be painstakingly researching and selecting carefully for the alliance.

The four physical realms that can play today must have been selected after trial after trial.

"Not bad."

Li Motian's gaze fell on the other three physical bodies, and there was a solemn flash in his eyes.

He did see that these three people may not be weaker than Wu Shuai in terms of cultivation.

Whoever can win depends on who has stronger awareness of tactics!

Cultivation, sometimes does not mean everything!

After half an hour, Qiao Yuan appeared again to preside over the martial arts in the physical realm:

"When the time comes, you will start drawing lots and decide your opponent."

Someone immediately entered the venue with a lottery tool.

Qiao Yuan took the opportunity to say:

"In the first battle of the physical realm, the four major alliances bet: 60,000 lower-grade spirit coins.

Total external bet: 340,000 low-grade spirit coins! "

"Brother Shi, the total bet of the four major alliances is that each of our four families will pay 15 thousand lower grade spirit coins.

Take away by the one that won in the end.

Peripheral bets are placed in the city lord’s mansion, and there will be three bets in every battle. Just in the physical realm, there will be three bets. "

Li Motian explained.

Su Han nodded slightly.

The total amount of peripheral bets in the first round reached as much as 340,000 lower-grade spirit coins. When the covenant competition ends, the flow of spirit coins may be very scary.

The draw is over.

What Wu Shuai faced was the physical state of Qingyu League.

Zhigemeng and Bailongmeng confront each other.

The battle did not last long and Wu Shuai won easily.

It is worth mentioning that Zhigemeng also quickly ended the battle. The warrior of the physical realm was far stronger than the Bailongmeng!

In the peripheral bet, some people laughed and some scolded their mothers.

Li Motian's expression was a bit solemn, he could see that the strength of the physical realm of Zhige League was not weaker than Wu Shuai!

Whether it is cultivation base or tactical awareness!

"That kid is also named Wu, he is Wu Zhi's grandson.

I heard that Wu Zhi has a grandson with excellent talents, but now it seems to be true.

He is much younger than Wu Shuai.

The tactical awareness is extremely sophisticated, and he has obviously experienced many trials of life and death. "

Li Motian spoke slowly.

"Yes, his tactics are a bit fierce and tricky.

It is impossible to reach this level without honing in the battle of life and death for many years. "

Su Han nodded slightly.

"Leader, how big will Wu Shuai win against him?"

The Lord of Wu State asked a little nervously.

"You are also in Nirvana, can't you see it?"

Li Motian said indifferently: "If the odds of winning are at five or five points, it depends on the details of the battle."

The face of the Lord of the Kingdom of Wu showed a jealous look, he was a fan of the authorities.

The first match is over, and the next one will take a rest for half an hour.

Su Han's eyes moved, and he looked towards Zhigemeng.

Fang Shen seemed to be looking at him too, but Su Han didn't meet his eyes, but looked at Wu Zhi and his grandson.

"This son is really arrogant. When the covenant is over, I see how you can be proud!"

A cold light flashed in Fang Shen's eyes.

Su Han ignored him again and again, causing an unknown fire to rise in his heart.

"In the next fight, I want you to kill the opponent.

At least, it must be disabled. "

Wu Zhi looked at his grandson and said lightly.

"Grandpa, grandson understands."

Wu Shaokang nodded slowly, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Half an hour later, Wu Shuai and Wu Shaokang entered.

In the peripheral betting, the two betting conditions are similar. Whether it is Wu Shuai or Wu Shaokang, they have been valued by many warriors and placed heavy bets on them!

"In this competition, I won't keep my hands.

Hope you can do your best. "

Wu Shaokang looked at Wu Shuai and said lightly.

"I will."

Wu Shuai nodded slightly, with a touch of determination in his eyes.

After a few breaths, the two rushed towards each other almost at the same time.

In the eyes of high-ranking warriors, this kind of physical realm competition is actually very boring, but the battle between the two makes many fetal breath realms and congenital realms look with gusto.

Among the details of the battle between the two, the handling of certain places even made some innate inferior.

"Both of them have strong tactical awareness. If they wait for them to cultivate to the innate realm, I am afraid I will not be an opponent."

A congenital thought secretly and vigilantly.

"The Zhigemeng is blindly seeking to kill the enemy with one blow.

Although its offensive can pose a great threat to opponents.

But also let himself open the door.

Wu Shuai's handling was quite appropriate, and the outcome was about to be divided. "

Su Han suddenly said.

Sure enough, as soon as Su Han's voice fell, Wu Shuai looked at a gap and hit Wu Shaokang's heart with a slight injury.

boom!

Wu Shaokang flew upside down and fell heavily to the ground.

"The victory is divided!"

A smile appeared in Wu Shuai's eyes, and he turned and walked out of the court. Judging from his cheerful pace, his heart was very excited.

Being able to win the first place in a martial battle in the alliance of the four major alliances will not only allow him to worship Wu Zun, but also make him famous!

It also proves that he is at the top in the physical realm!

"Why did Wu Shaokang lose?"

"I bet him five hundred inferior spirit coins, this rubbish!"

"The blood has no return, the blood has no return, it's over..."

Many warriors in the audience were pale, and their bodies trembling slightly.

But there were also many people who looked ecstatic, they bet Wu Shuai two games in succession, and they gained a lot!

The expressions of the people in the White Dragon League and Qing Yu League changed slightly.

Will the Motian League start the first game?

Stop Gemeng.

Yun Zhige glanced at Wu Zhi faintly. When Wu Zhi saw this, a vicious look flashed in his eyes.

"The battle is not over yet."

"Isn't it over?"

Zhigemeng was not harmonious inside, and the existence of the same Yuandan realm peak showed mockery and said lightly.

"I said it didn't end, it didn't end."

Wu Zhi snorted coldly.

next moment.

"Be careful!"

Li Motian's face changed in vain.

The noise in the audience was also stagnant.

Wu Shaokang, who fell to the ground, suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Wu Shuai.

A black crossbow arrow plunged into Wu Shuai's shoulder like lightning.

"You are shameless!"

Wu Shuai drew his crossbow and looked at Wu Shuikang coldly.

This kind of skin trauma is nothing to the peak of the physical state. But before waiting for a few breaths, Wu Shuai's complexion suddenly changed, his knees bent, and he knelt on the ground, his face also showing pain.