"Fourth-level Emperor..." After everyone murmured, the entire competition venue fell into a deadly silence. Under the deadly and quiet atmosphere, everyone seemed to be able to hear each other's heartbeat.

Quiet, quiet is a bit terrible!

In just over a dozen days, the first-level emperor entered the fourth-level emperor. What kind of talent does it take to achieve? It’s unbelievable!

Zhao Ya covered her little mouth, her shoulders trembling rapidly. The sixteen-year-old fourth-level emperor thought that his seventeen-year-old third-level emperor was already amazing, but he... this kid is a monster!

Is this still the Zhao Qing, who was once called a waste by the family?

Zhao Tian's excited fists were tightly clasped together, looking at Zhao Qing, as if he had seen the future of the Zhao family.

The second and third elders were trembling with their lips. It was really terrible to continue practicing like this now!

Zhao Yanran's eyes were filled with tears...

"You have already lost, admit defeat," Zhao Qing looked at Zhao Xin who was slowly getting up and said lightly.

Zhao Xin gritted his teeth: "I don't believe it, I don't believe it will lose to you, a waste!"

Boom! The emperor's energy burst out and condensed his hands, Zhao Xin said angrily: "Bengtian Hand!"

A black cloud flashed in the sky, and a large palm that was hundreds of feet wide poked out from the black cloud, slapped at Zhao Qing with the speed of thunder, and Zhao Qing let out a low voice: "Seven Stars Move!"

After seven steps, the stars will change!

In the blink of an eye, Beng Tian knocked down the ground, and a loud thud, the huge tremor made the ground shake violently, and the smoke dissipated. A three-meter deep pit like a big palm flashed in front of people, without Zhao Qing's figure.

Where is Zhao Qingren? Everyone flashed this idea at the same time, and felt a black shadow behind Zhao Xin, and immediately breathed suffocated. It was so fast... What's going on? How could it be so fast?

The Emperor's Football Skill! Zhao Tian's eyes lit up.

Zhao Qing's eyes burst into an impatient smell: "I said, you have lost."

At this moment, everyone gradually realized that it was the Football Emperor's Skill... The Football Emperor's Skill is an extremely rare existence. Unexpectedly, Zhao Qing's luck was also very good.

Seeing this, Zhao Tian shouted loudly: "In this competition, Zhao Qingsheng."

With a huge gap in battle, the outcome has been clear. Zhao Qing can easily avoid the wooden level advanced emperor skill - Bengtian Hand, relying on the skills of the emperor of Football and Fighting Emperor. Is there any need to continue this competition?

After hearing this, Zhao Qing did not look at Zhao Xin again and turned around and left.

"Baby, I'm going to kill you," Zhao Xin's eyes were blood red. He actually punched him in the back when Zhao Qing turned around.

Sneak attack! Zhao Qing felt the chill behind him, and the seven stars moved, leaving only a afterimage for Zhao Xin. When Zhao Qing looked at Zhao Xin head-on, he slapped him hard on the cheek with a slap - a force of 200 kilograms!

A slap, an extremely tragic slap came, and Zhao Xin took a few meters from the air like a kite that had dropped a string, and then slammed heavily into the ground. The blood pressures produced from his mouth drew a graceful arc and landed on the ground, with a pool of blood.

Zhao Xin twitched his body, vomiting blood in his mouth, and was already in a coma. A cold killing light flashed in Zhao Qing's eyes. He really wanted to kill this despicable villain directly. However, Zhao Xin had a blood relationship with the Zhao family. He did not look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face, but he still endured it.

If he had no skills in Football Emperor, he would have been able to succeed in using his secret moves. Zhao Qing thought to himself.

"Those who insult others will humiliate themselves!" Zhao Qing looked at Zhao Xin, said coldly, and then strode away from the venue.

Is that slap still the power of human beings? Everyone looked at Zhao Xin's miserable situation and the entire competition venue was silent.

Zhao Tian's face turned pale. He had already said Zhao Qingsheng. Unexpectedly, Zhao Xin was still behind his back and said angrily: "Zhao Xin attacked his tribe members, and is still considered a member of the Zhao family? After someone came, he carried Zhao Xin out of the Zhao family and found a doctor to treat him, our Zhao family will not have such a despicable villain from now on."

Exit the Zhao family!

The clan leader was angry and everyone dared not speak. Zhao Xin was really guilty of his own fault. He had already lost and was unwilling to fail.

Zhao Long's face turned green and green. I really couldn't believe that Zhao Qing had really reached the strength of a fourth-level emperor, only one level away from him, which was so terrifying.

In the last game, it seems that he was a competition with him. Zhao Long thought, he can't let him be so majestic. He must defeat him hard and destroy his confidence!

Everyone looked at Zhao Qing who was walking towards the scene with one another. All they had in their eyes were fear and admiration. Now Zhao Qing, they no longer dared to put the word "trash" on him, but a genius like a monster!

In this battle, Zhao Qing truly demonstrated his strength, and his status in the family climbed to an unprecedented level. It seemed that even the talisman master Zhao Yanran could not match him. The talent of the imperial Tao may not take long before he could reach the level of the emperor and the great emperor.

The realm of the human king may be achieved in ten years. If Zhao Qing becomes a king, the Zhao family will definitely not be able to reach the top of the sky. Standing at the peak of the Nanyue Dynasty, the Zhao family members were all excited when they thought of this, and countless expectations were given to Zhao Qing without realizing it.

"Cousin, did you let me tell you right?" Zhao Qing grinned as he passed by Zhao Ya's side: "I won..."

Zhao Ya gradually came to her senses from the shock just now, looked at his smiling face, and snorted: "You are hiding so deeply!"

Immediately, Zhao Ya clenched her fists: "The next game is a competition between you and me, I will not lose to you."

Zhao Qing nodded: "I also want to try the power of the royal skill of King Ming."

Zhao Ya said: "When we compete, you are not allowed to use the Fighting Emperor skill."

"What?" Zhao Qing said in surprise.

Zhao Ya took a look as if she was taken for granted: "I don't know how to walk on the emperor's skills, but you can, I will definitely suffer a loss when I compete. This is unfair!"

“…….”

Zhao Qing Khan, is this also called fairness? She doesn’t need to move the Ming King’s voice, but it’s even more fair, and she wins with the power of the emperor.

"Okay," Zhao Qing smiled bitterly. Whoever asked me to be a girl is considered to let her do it.

Zhao Ya immediately showed a charming smile, smiling......

Zhao Qing walked to Zhao Yanran: "Sister, you are here."

Zhao Yanran smiled cleverly and said, "Well, brother Qing, you are getting better and better."

"Haha..." Zhao Qing smiled and said, "It's just a lucky person."

Is it still a lucky person who is already the fourth-level emperor? Zhao Yanran glared at him with a angrily look: "Is it also a lucky person to beat Zhao Xin like this?"

"Humility is a good thing, but being too modest is a bad thing," Zhao Ya followed and took Zhao Yanran's little hand: "Cousin, don't pay attention to him, go and take a look at your boudoir."
Chapter completed!