"Okay, brothers, destroy his body, if we torture his spirit, we will stop work!" Guihu glanced at everyone, understood Zhuo Fan's instructions, and shouted loudly.
Nodding slightly, everyone smiled evilly and walked towards that Ren Cong.
Ren Cong trembled unconsciously, and Ren Cong trembled with fright, cringing!
However, at this moment, a hum of spatial fluctuations sounded, and a white beam of light suddenly appeared in front of everyone. At the same time, an old voice came out faintly: "Well, little guys, it's enough trouble, three hours have come, and the team battle between Magic Ce Sect and Tianxing Sect is over!"
"It's over, how can it be so fast?" Kui Lang couldn't help but said inexplicably, "We haven't destroyed this kid's body yet, and haven't played enough yet, how come the time is up?"
The rest of the people were also somewhat distracted when they heard it, and felt that Baiju had passed away.
Unconsciously chuckled, Zhuo Fan glanced at Ren Cong’s bright red cock with a wicked smile, and couldn’t help but said indifferently: “Well, good times are always short. Now that the time is up, according to the rules of the Ssangyong Club, let’s just Stop it. By the way, Brother Ren, no matter how you say, you are also the grandson of Tianxingzong who is the head of the three sects of protecting the country. There is no father and son on the battlefield, and there are still good friends under the battlefield. Friendship first, competition second. You see Do you walk back by yourself, or do I find someone to help you back?"
hypocritical!
He couldn't help but twitched, and hummed inwardly at the crowd on the battlefield.
Today they are considered to have seen what a real cultivator is. Cruel, shameless, hypocritical, and perverted, Zhuo Fan is simply all evil.
Ren Cong had a slumped face and made no sound. He just silently took out a shirt jacket from the ring, then got up with difficulty, and walked towards the white light with his butt in a squeaky manner, and then drilled. Entering inside, he disappeared with a swish.
Looking at each other, Zhuo Fan and Kui Lang laughed.
Yue Ling and the others had their cheeks flushed, gave them a fierce look, and shook their heads noncommittal!
Then, Zhuo Fan and the others also entered the white light one after another, and the scenery in front of them suddenly changed, and they returned to the battlefield of Shuanglongyuan.
However, it was not cheers and applause that greeted them, but everyone's look of fear and jealousy.
The team battle between Mo Ce Sect and Tian Xing Sect was not as fierce as people imagined, but on the contrary, it was a one-sided dilemma. Moreover, under Zhuo Fan's instruction, this team battle has become a cat and mouse slaughter.
No, it should be a game!
Because everyone in Tianxingzong was not killed directly, but was played to death. It can be said that this battle showed the cruel and cruel qualities of the Magic Sect.
In the end, Ren Cong, the grandson of Tianxingzong, hadn't had the title of Young Master, it is estimated that Zhuo Fan and others would be ruthless and cruel, and he would not end well.
Although the current fate is not so good...
The body was still trembling, Ren Cong, supported by the elder Qi, stood opposite the people of Mo Ce Sect. It's just that his head is still low, and his deep sense of fear makes him different from the previous one. He doesn't dare to raise his usual arrogant head to look at the devil on the opposite side.
Elder Qi saw his son's appearance so irritated, staring fiercely at the people on the opposite side, gritted his teeth with hatred, clenched his fists tightly, and made a rattling noise.
However, Zhuo Fan and others didn't care, with a wicked smile on their faces, as if they were saying, old man, there is a kind of you!
After a cold glance at both sides, the judge elders were noncommittal, and faintly said: "This time Mocezong and Tianxingzong team battle, Mocezong will go to ten people, return to nine people, Tianxingzong will go to ten people, return to one person, with absolute The advantage wins. Moce Sect, do you have to challenge it again? By then, your opponent will be the second Demon Soul Sect of the Three Sects!"
"War, of course we must fight!"
Without thinking, Zhuo Fan blurted out.
As if he had already expected it, the judge elder nodded slightly and continued: "Then whether you are going to fight now, or if you rest for three days and fight again, it's up to you to decide!"
"Our strength hasn't been consumed much, so naturally we will fight now!" With a wicked smile, Zhuo Fan said loudly.
Nodded faintly, the judge elder looked in the direction of the Demon Soul Sect again, and said faintly: "Devil Soul Sect, are you willing to fight? If you don't want to fight, Mo Ce Sect will automatically advance and you will lose a game!"
With his eyes narrowed slightly, Han Yunfeng fell silent, thinking carefully.
Zhuo Fan was taken aback and looked at him deeply, puzzled. Didn't this kid say that he was going to give up a round, why he hesitated again
"We are going to fight!" However, at this moment, Han Yunfeng raised his head abruptly, determined to make a sound, and turned to Zhuo Fan's eyes, full of fighting spirit: "If we should not fight, it is indeed The best choice, but in that case, we will definitely regret it for a lifetime. But don’t think that you can humiliate us like the Skywalking Sect. The Devil Soul Sect has only ghosts who died in battle, and no humiliated people!"
"Huh, then we'll see when the time comes..." With a cold smile, Green Scorpion shouted contemptuously, but Zhuo Fan waved his hand and immediately stopped it.
With a slight eyelid, Zhuo Fan looked at him deeply and nodded secretly: "Very well, but you have to be mentally prepared. We will never release water!"
"Hmph, no one wants you to release the water!" Han Yunfeng snorted with a cold smile.
A light smile crossed the corner of his mouth, Zhuo Fan shook his head non-committal, and looked at the rest of the Moce Sect: "The people of the Demon Soul Sect are different from those of the previous Skywalking Sect, so we can't be frightened. We are such an opponent. Stop playing, take it seriously."
"Why, there are only two of them in the Void Transformation Realm, and we need to be serious?" Unable to stop, Kui Lang took a deep look at the people of the Demon Soul Sect and said strangely.
Unconsciously chuckled, Zhuo Fan faintly said: "You look at their eyes, they are all going to die. You want to play, but they won't let you have fun. Instead of this, it is better to face them, just as Respect them. They came on the field with the will to die from the very beginning, knowing that they can’t do it, is the way to practice against the sky. With the group of Tianxingzong, the second generation ancestor team who swept the audience. It's different. We should have a sense of who should play, and who should be respected!"
Unconsciously, Kui Lang and the others looked in the direction of the Demon Soul Sect.
Sure enough, although their overall strength is comparable to that of the Skywalking Sect, everyone's complexion is much more solemn and resolute. Even after seeing how they and others abused and killed the people of Skywalking Sect, deep in their eyes, they still didn't have the slightest timidity!
"These people... really deserve our serious treatment!" With a slight trembling of his brows, Kui Lang took a deep breath and nodded lightly, his expression suddenly becoming solemn.
Looking at these people, they suddenly remembered their original self. If they hadn't greatly improved their strength by Zhuo Fan, they would have been like the current disciples of the Demon Soul Sect. That's it for Ssangyong!
For a while, everyone felt a lot of emotion and let out a long sigh.
Lifted his eyes and glanced at the two men and horses, the judge elder coughed slightly and said lightly: "Two disciples, please enter the Xumi enchantment. The second game of the Zhongsanzong Challenge will begin!"
Hearing this, Zhuo Fan took the lead to walk towards the gate with his disciples, and Han Yunfeng hurriedly followed. I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional, Zhuo Fan stopped slightly while walking, just in time for Han Yunfeng to catch up with his pace.
In this way, the two walked in almost at the same time, and the disciples of both sides also entered at the same time, and when they teleported to the small valley again, they also arrived at almost the same time!
"This kid also has something that people like. It's not so stubborn, a jerk!" At the top of the stand, Wu Qingqiu couldn't help but smile happily when he looked at all this.
The Flame Demon watched from the side, his pupils trembling, and he nodded involuntarily: "Indeed, now the Moce Sect is in full swing, this kid should be arrogant. But he just stopped deliberately before entering the enchantment again. , Let Han Yunfeng catch up and walk in side by side, but it is the greatest respect for the other party!"
"Yeah, you respect me one point, and I will pay you back one zhang; if you insult me three inches, I will pay you a hundred feet. Previously, this kid instructed a disciple of the Moce Sect to torture and kill the Skywalker, it seems that it is not unreasonable. It's just that. We only saw the cruelty of Moce Sect on the field, but did not see the arrogance of Skywalker in the field, so we regarded Moce Sect as a villain, and the notoriety of Demon Dao probably came from this, ha ha ha... This world!"
After taking a deep look at Wu Qingqiu, Yan Mo faintly nodded: "I can't imagine that you, a righteous disciple, can understand the difficulties of our demon disciple, but it is not easy!"
"Hahaha... Because it is the right way, it is necessary to have a tolerant heart. The disciples of the magic way are paranoid, but not necessarily wrong, I would not be so prejudiced!"
Unconsciously laughed, Wu Qingqiu suddenly looked at the Flame Demon and said: "By the way, I don't think this Zhuo Fan is an unreasonable person. He just treats people and things differently, and the methods are a bit poisonous. You said he was almost taken on by him last time. Death, how did you provoke him?"
"Uh, it... it's none of your business!" His cheeks turned red, and the Balrog turned his head noncommittal.
Seeing this scene, Wu Qingqiu laughed unconsciously and shook his head helplessly!
The devil loves troubles, narrow-minded, but can't have troubles. So when two demon cultivators meet together, there will always be trouble. Alas, how do you look like a righteous disciple, each wearing a mask, hypocrisy is a little hypocritical, but can it be fair
Thinking of this, Wu Qingqiu couldn't help but shook his head helplessly, the devil's frank, irritable and upright hypocritical and peaceful, but no one knows who is the devil and who is the righteous...
On the other hand, as soon as the two disciples entered the valley, they confronted each other. Zhuo Fan stepped lightly under his feet, immediately jumped behind everyone, and looked at the opposite side coldly.
Brows trembled unconsciously, Han Yunfeng and the others looked puzzled, but Zhuo Fan chuckled, and said quietly, "It's still the original sentence, who will have fun with me? After the nine of them, come to me again. In front of it!"
The pupils couldn't help but tremble, Han Yunfeng's complexion immediately became cold, and the look in Zhuo Fan's eyes was full of raging anger...