Want to compete with Mo Wentian
This ghost dragon probably doesn't know how terrifying Mo Wentian is!
"Self-righteous..."
Mo Wentian smiled faintly and continued walking towards the central altar.
"Number seven!"
He touched a small ball at random and a number appeared in Mo Wentian's mind.
"I'm number thirteen!"
"I'm number twenty-seven!"
…
A series of noisy voices came, and a hundred people in the ring drew lots!
Mo Wentian's first opponent has also appeared.
A disciple of Huangyuan who is in the realm of false gods!
"The arena battle begins!"
As You Xi's voice sounded, the next moment, two figures...
Appear on the stage.
Of these two people, one is a disciple of Xuanyuan, and the other is...
Disciples of the Diyuan!
"Zhang Meng, a disciple of Xiaxuanyuan, please give me some advice, senior brother!"
The Xuanyuan disciples bowed slightly.
"Zhang Meng!"
The disciples from the Diyuan had a hint of disdain in their eyes.
The Zhang Meng in front of him was also at the level of False God.
But compared to the disciples of the Diyuan, Zhang Meng's cultivation level...
Slightly worse!
"Get out of here..."
A cold light flashed in the eyes of the Diyuan disciple, and then he took action with the sword in his hand.
"Senior Brother Zhang Meng..."
"Senior Brother Zhang Meng..."
…
In the Xuanyuan, exclamations came one after another.
On the ring, the disciples from the Diyuan made a sneak attack. This was simply shameless!
"Nine Nether Mysterious Sword!"
"Buzzing..."
A series of sword intents unfolded, and Zhang Meng, who was caught off guard, finally stabilized himself.
The disciples from the Diyuan opposite him frowned deeply.
A sneak attack in secret, coupled with a higher level of cultivation than Zhang Meng...
But he didn't even take down Zhang Meng in one fell swoop.
This already shows that Zhang Meng is better than him!
"Boss, who do you think will win?"
Little Jiao stretched out his head and asked curiously.
"Although Zhang Meng's cultivation level is lower than the opponent's, Zhang Meng's foundation is obviously much more stable than the opponent's, and Zhang Meng's sword intent is a bit stronger, so..."
"Zhang Meng will win!"
Mo Wentian lightly glanced at the arena and said with a smile.
"Zhang Meng will win!"
When the Xuanyuan disciples heard this, all of them looked in their eyes...
It lit up instantly.
"This Mo Wentian really thinks that he is the master of the palace. He says whoever wins will win. Then the battle of Jiuyou is not allowed to continue. Let him have his say!"
"Yes, let him say it!"
"Hahaha… "
…
A series of wild laughter came from the courtyard.
Not only the disciples of the Earth Courtyard, but also the Heavenly Courtyard looked at Mo Wentian with mocking faces. Only not far away...
That cold and arrogant figure looked at Mo Wentian one more time!
"This boy has great eyesight!"
Jiu Chong couldn't help but admire, Mo Wentian was right, this fight...
Zhang Meng will win!
"Senior Brother Jiuchong, what is this? The battle in the arena is ever-changing in an instant. Although Zhang Meng's foundation is more stable, his opponent's cultivation level is stronger..."
"Who will win and who will lose is still uncertain!"
You Xi said with a slight twinkle in her eyes.
"maybe?"
A faint smile appeared in Jiu Chong's eyes.
“You’ll know it just by looking at it!”
A faint voice sounded, and You Xi, who was about to say something else, opened her mouth.
In the end, he didn't say anything, but his eyes fell on the ring again.
She had never seen Jiu Chong attach so much importance to a sword emperor!
"Nine Nether Killing Sword!"
"Qiang..."
At this moment, there was another collision on the ring.
But the next moment, the body of the Diyuan disciple suddenly flew out, and he saw the Diyuan disciple flying backwards.
Zhang Meng did not continue to pursue, but stood still...
Charge up and strike with all your strength again!
"Xuan Sword Kill!"
"bump!"
A dull collision sound was heard, and the disciples from the Diyuan flew out upside down.
Zhang Meng stood on the ring. Although his face was a little pale, he was already...
Successfully entered the top fifty!
"Senior Brother Zhang Meng won..."
"Zhang Meng, Zhang Meng!"
…
Exclamations came one after another, and the Xuanyuan disciples instantly became excited.
In the courtyard, a group of people looked extremely ugly!
"Really won!"
Youxi, a ray of light flashed across his eyes.
"Xuanyuan..."
"What good luck!"
Youlong's eyes were extremely cold.
"In the first arena battle, Xuanyuan disciple Zhang Meng won. Next, we invite the disciple who got the second lottery to come on stage and fight!"
You Xi's cold voice sounded again, and the next moment...
Two figures landed on the ring battle again.
In the second arena battle, they were all disciples of Huang Yuan.
The battle between the two was extremely exciting, and the final clash of swords determined the winner.
The third arena battle is the battle between Huangyuan and Tianyuan disciples...
The fourth arena battle…
…
The ring battle continued, until the sixth ring battle, Mo Wentian's eyes...
Just opened it again!
"The sixth arena battle, Youlong versus Huangyuan disciple Zhang Miao!"
You Xi's voice came, and You Long's figure landed on the ring.
The next moment, a figure appeared on the ring in the Huangyuan.
"I think… "
"Get off!"
"bump!"
There was a violent collision, and the Huangyuan disciples on the opposite side were just about to admit defeat.
But before he could say anything, he was directly knocked away by Youlong with a sword.
"Zhang Miao..."
"Damn it, Senior Brother Zhang Miao has already admitted defeat, and Youlong actually takes action!"
"Youlong, you've gone too far!"
…
Angry voices came one after another, and Zhang Miao flew out of the ring directly.
There was blood at the corners of his mouth, and his whole body was sluggish.
"Boss, this ghost dragon..."
"What a cruel method!"
The little dragon stretched out his head, his eyes flashing fiercely. The battle among the Nine Netherworlds was nothing more than a fight. Killer when the difference in strength was negligible!
This is indeed a bit too much!
"Hardly..."
A hint of cold light flashed across Mo Wentian's eyes, and the ghost dragon...
This is for him to see!
He wants to tell everyone that no one can mess with Tianyuan!
"The sixth arena battle, Youlong wins!"
"Disciple No. 7 comes to the ring!"
"Boss, I called you!"
Xiao Jiao's voice came, and Mo Wentian paused slightly.
Then he jumped up and landed on the ring. Opposite Mo Wentian, a figure...
I've been standing here for a long time!
"Senior Brother Mo, I admit defeat!"
Before Mo Wentian made a move, the opponent immediately admitted defeat.
This person's cultivation level is at the first level of the False God, which is worse than Qi Zong back then. Naturally, this person...
I don’t dare to fight Mo Wentian!
"Wow..."
"Senior Brother Mo has won!"
"The other party simply admitted defeat..."
…
Exclamations came one after another, and the Xuanyuan disciples' eyes were filled with excitement.
In the courtyard, Youlong's eyes became cold again.
"That's it..."
"Finished?"
Mo Wentian paused for a moment, then shook his head and flew down from the ring.
"In the seventh arena battle, Mo Wentian wins. I invite my disciples for the eighth arena battle..."
You Xi's voice came again, and Mo Wentian returned to the Xuanyuan disciples.