Peerless Battle Spirit - 690. Chapter 689 under the quota token

Qin Nan took out a token and punched out a ray of spiritual thought.

When the blood-killing chaotic sea came, Gong Yang and Zhao Fang both left him a unique token for contact.

Then he stepped on his footsteps, and the left pupil of the God of War flashed slightly, and his figure was ranked in the team, just the 299th place. Naturally, Qin Nan could move forward a little bit, but he wanted to wait for Gong Yang to come. In that case, 30,000 yuan stones would be saved.

He didn’t want to give the Yuan Shi to the group of Wen Daoshan.

The monks in line are in order, verify their identities, release their breath, pay the yuan stone, and obtain tokens.

One by one, the monks continued to enter it.

Before too much time, he had already entered more than 270 cultivators, and it was almost Qin Nan’s turn.

The group of casual cultivators behind Qin Nan murmured secretly. They didn’t make it today, so tomorrow, they will have to arrange another day.

“Brother Yang hasn’t come yet…”

Qin Nan’s forehead went black, and by this time it was two hundred and ninety.

It seems that today, this Yuanshi must be handed over.

“never mind……”

Qin Nan shook his head, and then thought of a way, and asked Daoshan a good deal, and returned Yuan Shikeng.

However, at this moment, the sudden change occurred.

Whoosh whoosh!

Several powerful auras broke through the air, and the mighty power of the Venerable was released, sweeping the audience.

The whole audience looked astonished, and they looked up at Wendao Mountain as arrogant, even Qin Nan was no exception.

“Oh?”

Qin Nan narrowed his eyes.

There are ten of these auras, and every monk has a strong aura and very huge. In addition, everyone has a strong blood and murderous aura, as if they have experienced countless battles.

“These ten people are not simple. All of them have reached the Seventh Level of the Venerable. Moreover, each of them cultivates the same method. If they join hands, they will be more powerful.”

Qin Nan secretly said.

“Hehe, sir, do you want to enter Wendao Mountain this time?” Zhang Yiju’s expression remained unchanged, and he smiled and said: “I’m really sorry, we asked Daoshan, everything is in accordance with the rules. It’s an errand. If you want to get a token, you have to line up to show fairness…”

The ten monks glanced at Zhang Yimon lightly, without saying a word.

Zhang Yimon’s expression was slightly unhappy.

Here, I asked Daoshan. He didn’t say much about Zhang Yimon. There was still a bit of influence in Daoshan. What if these ten people have a strong cultivation base? It’s the dragon coming, so you have to hold it for me!

However, at this moment, a figure with a terrifying breath rushed directly.

Seeing that person, Zhang Yimon’s face changed slightly.