Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor

"Who is he? I saw you just now and you were chatting happily with him." Yuan Long glanced sideways at Su Han.

Yuan Jie was about to speak, but suddenly he had an idea and winked at Su Han, gesturing for him to introduce himself.

"Blizzard, I've met Brother Yuan." Su Han said.

Yuan Long stared at Su Han for a moment, frowned and said, "First level quasi-sage?"

"yes."

Yuan Long shook his head, withdrew his gaze and ignored Su Han.

Yuan Jie looked at Su Han with a helpless look.

"Brother, you should have gained a lot this time, right?" Yuan Jie asked.

"Well, the harvest is acceptable, but some people died." Yuan Long pointed behind him.

There are a total of seventy-three people wearing the Haiyue Team badge.

The Haiyue team's badge is bronze, which proves that their team level is only bronze.

Bronze-level teams are only allowed to accommodate a hundred people.

In other words, the Haiyue team lost twenty-seven people during this trip.

"You go with them first, and then I'll look for you after I finish selecting people." Yuan Long said to Yuan Jie.

"good."

Yuan Jie nodded and followed the strong man and others towards the tent.

Before leaving, he sent another message to Su Han: "Brother, I'm sorry. It's not that I don't want to help you, but I really can't help you! But I still say what I said, go back first, your cultivation level is too low. "

Su Han did not respond.

The remaining members of the Haiyue team, including Yuan Long, went directly past Su Han and questioned the others.

Obviously, they looked down upon Su Han's level 1 quasi-sage cultivation.

…

As time goes by, more and more teams return.

But basically, they are all Bronze Team and Silver Team. No Gold Team has appeared, let alone the Diamond Team above and the strongest Glory Team.

Most of the teams suffered some losses, but some returned safely.

In this case, there is no need to continue to select new people. After a few days of rest and supplies, they will join the battlefield again.

As for Su Han, the words of Yuan Jie and the old man who issued the team uniform came true.

Some teams came to inquire, and there were quite a few of them. But after hearing that he was a first-level quasi-sage, their faces immediately changed.

If you are lighthearted, ignore it.

In severe cases, it is ridicule, ridicule, and disdain.

What's more, he spat at Su Han's feet and regarded him as a broom star.

Su Han was not angry about this, he actually understood these people.

For example, a bronze-level team can accommodate up to one hundred people.

With Su Han's level of cultivation, how could he be used as a burden?

If it doesn't work well, the whole team will be ruined because of him!

About an hour passed——

There were only about 10,000 people left out of 30,000.

There are also people like Su Han who are not favored.

However, they were not in such a good mood as Su Han. Under all the ridicule and ridicule, their faces were extremely ugly and even more angry.

In fact, Su Han was also helpless.

You can't show off your combat power in front of so many people, right?

Not to mention that he is comparable to a mortal saint, even if he only shows combat power comparable to that of a virtual saint, it will cause a huge disturbance!

In a chaotic place like the Demonic Battlefield, there are people from all major forces, and almost all the staff here are from the Star Alliance.

If Su Han makes trouble here, even with the Supreme Mask, his identity will not be revealed, and he will definitely be strictly interrogated.

No matter how carefully you hide it, clues will eventually be revealed.

If someone cares about you, you will be in real trouble.

Su Han had seen too many things like seizing one's body.

From the perspective of destiny...

Su Han is waiting for a fateful team.

What he didn't expect was that this team would appear soon.

"Look, it's Team Aoba!"

"Sure enough, it is one of the top ten bronze teams!"

"Tsk tsk, we are lucky enough to meet Team Aoba's return."

"Actually, it's not really a return. They didn't come from the direction of the demon battlefield, but stayed in the rest area the whole time."

"Then he should be back early."

"It is said that the combat power of the Aoba team has reached more than 800,000. It won't take long for them to be promoted to the Silver team!"

"Well, if it weren't for the occasional drop in combat power due to team members dying, I'm afraid they would have been promoted to the Silver Team."

"What are they going to do? Are they going to come here to select someone too?"

"Choose me, you must choose me!"

"..."

Suddenly, many voices of excitement and expectation came to my ears.

Su Han turned around and saw more than ninety figures, led by a scarred man, walking slowly from the tent on the left.

"Team Qingye?" Su Han looked at it for a few times and lost interest.

But what he didn't know was that this guy he had never met was his enemy!

The scarred man also didn't expect to meet Su Han here.

He just came out to see if there were any suitable newcomers.

However, when his eyes were fixed on the handsome man in white, overwhelming anger burst out of his eyes!

“You can’t find anything even after wearing iron shoes, but it takes no effort to get there!”

The scarred man stared at Su Han, with murderous intent surging all over his body: "If you don't take the road to heaven, hell will come to you without any door! I was wondering when I should go out to find you, but you showed up to the door yourself!"

"boom!!!"

The aura of the Third Level Void Saint suddenly burst out from his body.

He had almost no nonsense, stepped hard on the ground, and in an instant he was on top of Su Han's head, punching Su Han's head!

This scene shocked everyone!

They didn't understand why this newcomer, who had just arrived at the demon battlefield, offended the captain of Team Aoba?

As the protagonist of this matter, Su Han's face darkened!

He also wondered why the latter would take action against him.

Is it to test yourself?

At this moment, Su Han had many thoughts in his mind.

But in the end, he didn't show any power of cultivation. He just raised his head and quietly looked at the fist that was rushing towards him.

He was just a third-level virtual saint, and Su Han was not afraid at all.

The physical body fused by his nine great deities is not something this guy can kill.

"Uh-huh!"

However, just when everyone squinted their eyes, thinking that a scene of blood splattering was about to happen——

A flash of sword light suddenly came from a distance and stabbed straight into the scarred man's arm.

The terrifying sharp aura first diffused from the sword light, and before it came, it shredded the scarred man's clothes.

The scarred man had only two choices at this moment.

Continue to kill Su Han and let the sword light attack him.

Or, give up and retreat for a second time!

Scar knew very well who the owner of the sword light was, so he withdrew his hand and continued to attack.

"call out!"

His figure flickered, with gloom and anger, and returned to where Aoba's team was.