The Rise Of Xiu Xian Sect

After a few breaths, a rumbling explosion erupted in the air, and Jin Tian was blasted out for a few steps.

"I do have the ability, come again." Jin Tian began to face Ye Bufan. Although his Spiritual Qi is expensive, he is strong and has the foundation, so this strike let him know that the opposite is not a simple character.

Tao Yang and Huo Lie, Jin Zhong and Tao Sheng Nan also began to fight.

And more and more people are eliminated from the outside world, and every time there is a race against each other, there will be an eliminated cultivator.

Jinling, Fire Spirit, Black Jade, etc.

The seniors of all races in the outside world didn't have much feelings. Victory or defeat was a common thing for the cultivator. After a little inquiries, they continued to talk about their own affairs.

When they talked freely, a black spot appeared in the distance, and gradually the black spot became larger, turning out to be a flying boat.

"Welcome fellow daoist of the ant tribe," the senior of the eight tribes smiled slightly when the cultivator came out of the flying boat.

The tone is very friendly and kind.

The ant tribe cultivator, who was struggling with a lot of trouble, also smiled and replied, "You fellow daoist are polite, are we here late?"

"It's not too late, it will be the Junior's turn to play in a while." The old man of the Jinling clan replied.

"good"

...

The senior cultivators on both sides stopped talking, and the Juniors began to look at them.

There are forty cultivators in the ant tribe, and there are 24 Foundation Building cultivators. Eleven of the eight clans are currently eliminated.

"As far as the plan is concerned, I think the second one is better, one-on-one, to decide the outcome, split life and death, this is more immortal cultivation."

"But they have already talked about the first one, so it won't be appropriate at this time."

"There is nothing inappropriate, and there is no start to fight, everything has time to change. What's more, the first type they have home court advantage, it is better to change."

...

"What, a change plan, isn't it already set?" The old man of the Jinling tribe was angry and puzzled.

"Fellow daoist is not anxious, it is indeed set. But it hasn't started yet, and the one-on-one challenge is more fair, isn't it?"

"We have to discuss it first." The old man of the Jinling tribe said lightly, his tone quite helpless.

The eight cultivators began to talk, discussing whether to change.

...

"Boom boom boom"

It's another round of contention.

Ye Bufan defeated Jin Tian's giant palm with his three thousand swords, but he was also not easy on himself. There are already injuries on the body.

"My name is Jin Tian, ​​what is your name?" Jin Tian is now looking at him instead of facing him. Ye Bufan is not only the power of a battle, but it is also possible to defeat him.

"My name is Ye Bufan" Ye Bufan said lightly, cultivator, always respect the strong.

"Ye fellow daoist, I admit that you are very strong, let's do another trick." Jin Tian still showed war spirit in his eyes, but he already understood that the situation was over. He himself was not in a state of heyday, and could not beat the opposite human race.

"good"

Ye Bufan replied softly. The two sides have been fighting for a while, and it is indeed time for a move to determine the outcome.

Sixty Sword Ray swung again, like the thunder in the sky, and the meaning of killing is endless.

"Quadruple Palms" Jin Tian shouted, and countless palm shadows appeared.

...

The battle in the secret realm is not over.

The Big Sister of the Shui Ling tribe gave a soft sigh, like a river pouring, and headed towards the opponent.

The Earth Spirit Cultivator of the "Earth Town" is also not persuaded. Looking at the sky full of water, the earth walls protrude one after another. After being flooded and washed away, they continue to stand up.

The earth wall seemed to have no end, disappearing and appearing again and again.

There is one cultivator left in the Feather Tribe to continue fighting with the two cultivators of the Wood Spirit Tribe.

I have to say that they were out of luck. After Ye Bufan, they met the Wood Spirits again. Now each party loses a cultivator.

...

"The Ant race is too bullying. They decided and gave us a choice. After we discussed it, we told them our choice, but now they want to change it again. This is too shameless." Looking at the ant cultivator.

"But what can we do? It's not that the strength is weak, let them be presumptuous." The old man of the Earth Spirit tribe shook his head slightly, the words showed helplessness, the weak, that's it.

"They used to be weak, but now they bully others when they are strong, it would be too much."

The leading cultivator of the Water Spirit is also uneven. Her words aroused the deep thoughts of everyone.

In front of 20,000, the ant tribe was really just the ant tribe, a little-known force, they were very weak at that time. After 20,000 years of development, they have become one of the most powerful forces in the Xuanyuan Realm. Who dares to say no to the point of the blade.

"It's better to say it now, let's let it go first, don't make things big." The old man of the Wood Spirit tribe said lightly.

"Hey, if we do this, we will become more and more passive" the fire spirit old man sighed.

"But if we don't do this, we will be passive now." The wood spirit tribe old man continued.

The eight cultivators under discussion have been cultivation for many years. They have no naive ideas, and all considerations are based on reality and strength. They don't have to agree, they have tempers, they are not bad guys, but their strength does not allow them to do that.

They can be proud here, and even go all out to win the cultivator of the ant tribe, but what's the point of this.

If forty ant cultivators die, can they still talk to each other? What can they talk about?

Use your strength to talk about it. If you can use it, you would have used it a long time ago.

...

After some talks, the old man of the Jinling clan walked out of the camp where the eight clans belonged, "fellow daoist, we are the same as your request for a ring war, but there are some things that need to be discussed."

"..."

"..." After considering the sixteen cultivators of the Ant race, they compromised and adjusted some details.

This time, both parties reluctantly accepted.

...

Sometimes your concessions will not make people understand your painstaking efforts, but will only make others more presumptuous.

"The eight clans are not worthy of the truth, maybe Elder should make up his mind and go one step further."

"This is not in a hurry. After this battle, we will report to the Elder meeting before making other plans. We have made a lot of this time. If we go further, I am afraid that it will let them move forward. The result will not allow us to think."

"What they say is reasonable, the cultivator always has a face, and it really drives them crazy. If we don't talk about other things, we are afraid it will be difficult to go back."

"Hahaha"

After the last ant tribe finished speaking, many ant tribe cultivators roared with laughter, without any fear.

"Well, so far, remember that it's not you who are great, but the ants are powerful. Don't use platforms as capital. Although the eight tribes are weak, they have existed for many years, and it is not something you can ridicule." Many ant tribes laughed. This time, the leading cultivator of the ant tribe couldn't help it. He didn't know what he was thinking.

"It's all caused by listening to stories since childhood, otherwise the old man's heart should be hard." The old man looked into the distance, his eyes revealed a sense of helplessness.

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