Gourmet of Another World

There are three qualifying battles in total.

Once the treadmill has broken through three games, it is equal to getting a ticket into City B.

So every qualifying battle can be incredibly intense.

For the strong in City B, the qualification battle is actually a battle of honor about them. If they fail, City B is ranked last on the leaderboard and will be extricated from City B.

Nobles in City B have always been proud of their aristocratic status in City B. If they were kicked out of City B, how could they endure such grievances?

That must be unbearable.

So, everyone attaches great importance to the qualifying battle.

They'll do everything they can to stop the pedestrian.

Circular dojo.

Today's ring arena is extraordinarily lively.

Countless strong men have gathered here, many acquaintances, greeting each other, talking about this qualification battle.

Ten straight wins are needed to start the qualifying battle.

In fact, of all the strong, it's not easy to win 10 in a row.

And it was the nobility of the city of C that won ten straight victories.

If a person in City B wins 10 straight battles, this qualification battle will not open.

Because, in the view of the people in the ring, it is normal for the strong in City B to win ten straight times.

It is an honor and a hope for those in C Town.

If someone were able to break into City B, that would give them confidence.

So the war attracted almost everyone's attention.

Not just the strong ones in the ring pit.

Even a number of people in the three urban areas of A and C are watching the projection matrix.

When the squares ate oyster bags and arrived at the ring pit not too slowly, the pit was almost noisy.

Walk the oyster bag into the entrance and step into it.

In the middle of the ring pit, an old man in a black robe was already sitting there.

This is the head of the ring pit, a chaotic saint.

Of course, there is not much chaos, it should be the beginning of the chaotic sainthood, and there should be no comparison between Count Xiachu and others.

On the right hand side of the old lady.

A young man with a sharp sword stood there.

The young man, dressed in a bloody robe with bloody patterns, demons and evil charms.

This is the opponent of the first round of the footsteps.

The 10th most powerful being in the Crystal Rankings.

A strong presence that has won twenty consecutive victories.

Although the cultivation is also the peak of the Avenue Saints, it is more powerful than the previous octopus marks.

The young man stood there, like a black hole, constantly sucking everything into it...

Weird breath, combined with strength, makes it no surprise to be the first person to compete.

Walking with his hands in his arms, he stepped into the ring pit.

White followed him.

The little fox sits on the shoulder of the little white, and the little leather lies on the head of the little white.

This strange combination caused a great deal of noise as soon as it appeared.

During this time, the fame gained by the winning streak of footsteps erupted once and for all.

He has become the pride of the strong in the city of C, but also the eyes of the strong in the city of B.

The ten consecutive victories won by the pedestrian formula were won by the ten strong men who beat the city of B in a row.

Technically, it's harder than those 10 straight victories in City B.

Overall, the strong in City B are stronger in combat than in City C.

Count Hall.

Count Xia Qiu curled his legs and looked faintly at the projection method.

She is also looking forward to seeing if the pedestrian formula can get into City B.

Apart from Count Xia Qiu, such excitement naturally attracted the attention of many nobles in the city of C.

The other two counts, as well as the other nobles, saw the scene.

Many remember the pedestrian formula.

“Isn't this the crawler from Dingcheng?! ”

“Yeah, how did this crawler become a nobleman and... enter the ring pit? ”

“Am I dreaming? This damn crawler..."

……

Many nobles are fantastic, and many nobles are incredible.

But more, still watch the scene.

A crawler from Dingcheng District actually became their representative of the C City District, impacting the hope of B City District...

How ironic is that?

……

Ring Dojo

There was a lot of hustle and bustle around, more of a fuelling noise from the pedestrians.

Of course, there is also the roar of the strong in City B, shouting at the pedestrian side.

Impact is unlikely.

The pedestrian formula doesn't care at all.

He came to the ring pit and looked at the person in charge.

The person in charge glanced lightly at the gaze of the gait, as if to let the gait fall into the black hole.

Chaos saints, indeed, are unpredictable.

“Qualification battle… you are running late… young man, don't underestimate qualification battle. ”

The old man looked at the pedestrian formula and faded.

The gait nodded seriously and naturally he would not underestimate anyone.

“There are three qualifying fights in total, this is your first opponent… Sworddemon, Sir He. ”

Old Taoist.

Word falls.

The figure of the old man began to disappear slowly, as if it had been incorporated into the void.

“Qualification battle, game one… begins. ”

“C Town District, pedestrian, against B Town District, He Zhang. ”

Ho!!!

The moment the old man disappeared, the ring battlefield, the noise rushed into the sky as if to tear the tent apart.

The young man with the blood robe opposite the foot, his eyes were also slightly gazed...

The long sword behind her, like a bathing blood, instantly sheathed.

The sound of chatter shook the void and seemed to tear the void apart.

“One sword, solve you. ”

He Jong-do.

It's really hard for people in C City to win 10 straight wins.

However, He Zheng still did not keep his gait in mind.

If he were replaced, he could easily win 10 straight wins.

His cursing power is the curse of blood...

The curse of bleeding with swordplay, the swordsmanship that is transformed, can cut everything...

Boom!!

He Zheng's divinity manipulated the bloody sword, and the sword suddenly crossed the hallway in the void.

Makes void sound explosions.

The sword was really fast.

The gait saw only one sword flowing past and approached his cheek.

Little white mechanical eyes flashed, murmuring, raised the palms of the dandelions and grabbed towards the sword.

“Seriously, don't use a puppet to stop me...”

The sword demon Herr He faded away.

There is a disdain for little white in the tone.

Before the battle, however, he had carefully studied the battle of the tenth consecutive victory of the walking formula. Although every previous battle was fought by Xiaobai, the last one showed He Zheng the walking formula.

If it is just Xiaobai, He Zheng naturally does not see it in his eyes.

But the pedestrian formula is too mysterious, the cards are too low to see the strength.

This is a man in a mist...

He knew that his biggest opponent, not Little White, not the fox, but... walking.

The sword flashed instantly and overtook Xiaobai.

Appears ahead of schedule.

For a moment, burst the head of the gait.

The power of the bloody curse, as if it could draw blood from the human body.

Even if it's calm as a walking formula, it feels the blood boiling.

Suddenly.

Hands up on foot.

One of a kind.

The finger was bounced on the bloody sword and the sword flew straight out to the man who bounced it.

The law of time, let the rapid sword rest.

He Zheng closed his eyes and moved his mind.

Thousands of swords were swept together, and the thick and numb pierced them toward the gait.

“Little White. ”

The pedestrian path.

Boom!

Ignored by White, it moved.

Like a wild beast, it instantly shook down...

He approached him.

He Zheng's eyebrows slightly wrinkled.

Though he did not see Little White in his eyes, the latter's ability to immunize the divine remains difficult.

Uncle He retreated.

Sword finger lifted.

Suddenly, the forces of blood converged and turned into two swordsmen, holding the sword and killing towards Xiaobai.

The surrounding audience is boiling!

Qualification battle, it is unusual, it is wonderful!

Just for a moment, the outbreak of fighting made them cry out loud.

Walking hands down, the other hand, squeezing the power of the law.

The power of the constantly circulating law is hindering swordsmanship.

He Zheng was astonished by the power of the pedestrian, and did not expect the latter to be able to resist for such a long time.

In this way, He Zheng moved again.

The toe points in the void.

His figure swept away.

Buzz...

The bloody sword burst into his hands.

Like a flying fairy out of the sky, walking toward convenience is slaughter, a sword... stab!

Buzz...

Behind the gait, a peacock appeared.

The sparrow feather robe's defenses flashed.

He Zheng's sword could not break the defense of the footsteps...

“It turns out there is a treasure... you didn't use all your strength...”

He Zheng looked at the war with enthusiasm.

The sound of the sword chanting, He Zheng's shape spinning, wrapped the vortex.

Each sword, with the spirit of killing, went straight to the point of the gait.

He kicked his foot out, dotted the tip of his sword, and retreated to a distance behind his body.

Fall on foot.

Hands up.

In the distance, the little fox came in a stream of light.

He was cuddled in his arms by a gait.

The pedestrian hand trembled.

Destruction pan, death sword pan, and soul demon pill are all stuck in the mouth of the little fox.

Little foxes don't refuse, they don't like to eat.

The little fox, who had been skinning, is now... rolling round.

But it's... it's not her fault.

Eat the food.

It's like loading a shell.

The little fox's mouth pounded.

The next moment, there is the male energy brewing and flowing in the mouth of the little fox...

He Sir landed.

The bloody atmosphere is as if it were a cloud.

His eyes were sharp, and there seemed to be countless swordlights sweeping under his eyes.

Every sword can chop stars.

In tens of thousands of swords.

A long, bloody sword agglomerates...

“It's useless...”

He Zheng smiled cold, walking formula, he had already studied it!

Boom!

He Long Xiao.

Hair spread.

The vibrant atmosphere adds to the atmosphere of the ring.

Those who bet on Herr He's strong are excited to get up...

Boom!

Tens of thousands of swords, twisted into pieces, turned into a sword array.

“Million Swords! One move... to destroy you! ”

He Zheng's sword array, the breath is like a demon awakening from chaos, powerful.

This sword array is no less powerful than the Catholic Sword Array.

The gaze of the gaze flashed.

Little fox mouth is getting drummed.

After that, it was tapped gently by the foot.

A giant energy lotus flower was sprayed out by a little fox.

The lotus flower crossed an arc and shook towards him.

He Zheng stepped on the void and pedaled like a sword dance in the sky.

Next moment, a sword remote finger.

The sword array, it was with the little fox spitting out the lotus flower collided with...

Boom!

This collision, as if the chaos had burst, the void had collapsed, and the entire floor of the ring pit had collapsed in an instant.

Fortunately, the surroundings are arranged in such a way that the surrounding audience is intact.

Everyone is fanatical, this level of collision is... so exciting!

Muffled.

The center of the energy explosion collision is too bright!

He Zheng was also shocked. He didn't think that his sword array could not kill the pedestrian formula, and seemed to hit a tie hand...

Little White and the two Swordsmen fought back and forth.

But Xiaobai is Xiaobai.

A spear picked two Swordsmen.

Later, the puffy palms slapped, smashing the heads of the two swordsmen!

Sword Nurturing has become sword energy... disperse!

He Zheng was shocked...

This puppet… seems a little too strong.

Boom boom...

The center of the energy collision.

He Zheng's gaze suddenly stirred.

A golden light burst in.

After…

He Zheng felt dark in front of him.

A human figure stepped on a shrimp with a black fox on his shoulder.

And the man in the shadow is carrying a... black pot!

In the black pot, there was chaos, and the roar spinning.

Wait... Chaos?!

He Zheng was stunned.

The next moment, the black pot was slammed against him.

Bloody sword lifted.

Collide with the black pot.

Rub it.

The sword is broken.

He was also hit in the head by a pot.

Spitting blood flew upside down, banging, smashing in the middle of the ring pit...

Little white-handed.

Pick him up.

Mechanical eyes flashed, palms wide open...

Pull it.

He Zheng's shirt burst... like fall leaves, floating on the ground.

He Zheng's eyes were deaf, he lost... he actually lost to a black pot!

In the void, pedal feet step on leather shrimp.

Holding Xuanwu pot in one hand, Xuanwu pot, it is a chaotic atmosphere created by the dark soul egg, heavy circulation.

The gait eyes are a little melancholy.

That pan of loneliness... perhaps only he could understand.

Around the ring dojo, the cheers stopped.

What about the promised even-handed enemies?

What about 500 rounds of war?

How does a pot... end?