Although Mo Zixi's battle plan made many disciples unbelievable, He Shixuan faintly felt that this might work!

After all, after a year of getting along, the strength of everyone has long left her far behind, so that she has long been unable to see their depths. Even Mo Zixuan, who was one realm lower than himself, made He Shixuan, who was a division level eighth-grade, feel invincible.

The true strength of a cultivator has never been based on the depth of grade, otherwise in the world, where will there be so many heroes who can leapfrog the challenge?

And now everyone's true strength, I'm afraid that only Mo Zixi, who is at the same level as them, can see it clearly, right?

"I agree with your plan because I trust my sister!"

Therefore, He Shixuan took the lead in standing up and tried to get out of the crowd: "It's just that a few of you in the three major sects can handle it, what should we do?" "

The five elder brothers, the three older sisters, and Lu Shocking, you are all the mainstays of the Mad Sand Sect, so after you enter the battlefield, help as many disciples as possible and go to our sect's camp to assemble together. After the assembly is completed, directly kill the central battlefield and destroy all the fish that slipped through the net!

"Hey! We can only kill small fish? The eldest brother sighed wholeheartedly, "However, the eldest brother supports you unconditionally, Sixth Sister!"

"Just kidding! I've always believed in my sixth sister the most! Three thousand shouted loudly!

"So are we!" A drop of rice, a wood, a night, and at the same time.

"And us, we believe in you, Fourth Sister!" Shi Ling'er and Hong Wanyan also supported, "My sister is going crazy, and my sisters will go crazy with you!" My sister let it go, and then it was convenient for us! Go for it! "Good

!"

Such a high-level combat power has no opinion, then the children below naturally have no opinion. In just a moment, everyone seemed to screw their hearts together.

Mo Han looked at everyone's fighting spirit, and his beautiful eyes were also full of fighting intent: "Then this big competition, let everyone see the results of our cultivation in the past year, and let everyone see the true strength of our Mad Sand Sect!"

Mo Zixi said, raising his powder fist high.

"Mad Sand Sect - Victory!!"

Qingli's voice echoed in the hearts of every disciple, the sect survived, only this one battle!

"Mad Sand Sect! Win!! All

the disciples raised their fists one after another, and their high fighting spirit seemed to be integrated.

"Mad Sand Sect will win!!"

"Mad Sand Sect, victory ——!!"

Mo Han slowly turned around amid the high shout, staring at the gate of the ancient battlefield of the Northern Desert, and Zhu's lips were raised.

"Go!"

Everything was ready, and all the disciples obtained different colored array stones from the gate of the battlefield and were teleported to the ancient battlefield.

Among them, the Mad Sand Sect chose the Eastern Yellow Sand camp and obtained the Yellow Array Stone.

The Heavenly Cliff Sect chose the southern rock camp and obtained the white formation stone.

The Moshui Sect is a western wetland camp that has obtained blue formations.

The Fanfeng Sect is the scorched earth camp in the north, and the black array stone obtained.

The moment Mo Zixi held the yellow array stone in his hand, the whole person suddenly had a blurry picture in front of him, and after a moment of clarity, he saw that he was already halfway up a stone mountain.

As soon as they entered the ancient battlefield, everyone was scattered and disrupted, and I don't know where the other disciples were teleported to the battlefield?

Since Mo Han's position was still quite high, Mo Han looked around and determined that he was in the northwest. Luck is not bad, it is very close to his destination, the northern camp of the Fanfeng Sect.

However, at this moment, suddenly a teleportation sound sounded again, and then Mo Han heard a loud laugh above the stone mountain behind him.

"Mo Zixi of the Mad Sand Sect? Haha, your luck is really bad, but you are a hundred miles away from your eastern camp! Instead of letting you go all the way down the way and then be eliminated miserably on the way, let's give you a pain now, hahaha! "

It's actually the master brother of the Tianqiao Sect - Song Rento! The ninth grade cultivation of the division level is only one realm away from the general level!

However, Mo Leng snorted, and then looked back enchantingly, Chu Chu moving.

"This little brother, your words are so scary, people are so afraid."

At this moment, the shouting Song Ren was suddenly stunned.

Oh my God, what do I see?

What kind of face is that?

How touching is that, I see the appearance of pity?

And her big eyes flickering, eyes full of tears, and the helpless appearance that was about to flow out, actually made him feel like a big bastard in an instant!

Such a woman, speaking louder to her, is simply an unforgivable sin! And just now, he actually said such a scary thing to her, he is a beast!

Song Rentou knew that if the woman in front of him really shed tears, then his heart would be directly broken! So, he immediately waved his hand, and said in a gentle voice: "Don't be afraid, brother just joked with you, is it good not to cry, forgive me?"

Song Ren was at a loss and said in a panic.

"I don't believe it." The tears in Mo Han's big eyes were about to drip out, "Unless you give me the formation stone, I believe you won't hurt me."

Song Rentou suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "Isn't that simple? Give, give you! As long as you don't cry, okay?

Mo Han looked at the white array stone in the man's hand, and his heart was that he was still a master-level ninth-grade cultivator, so vulnerable.

"Hey, you don't need to do it at all, just the magic that comes with your body can be done." Rubbish!

Mo Han said boredly, grabbed the formation stone in the man's hand, and suddenly the man's figure disappeared and left the battlefield.

"Against men, this little goblin of mine is invincible." Mo Han himself had to admire himself, he felt that if he had let Song Rento perform a wrist cut on the spot just now, he would never blink.

Ay! How good would it be if Wansha Spiritual Body, Sha Qianrou, was also a man?

"Waste! Rubbish! Rubbish!! Zhang

Yiming outside the field was at the gate of the battlefield, watching everything in the field by observing the soul crystal, when he discovered the second combat power of his sect, he was actually defeated by a warrior-level cultivator in two words, and his huge eagle eyes and pupils shrank into two small black beans.

"Haha! The big disciple of the Wing Ming Sect Master is really amazing, and it is impressive. The other three sect masters couldn't help but mock.

"Hmph! Don't get too smuggled yet! Your male disciples will meet her sooner or later!" Zhang Yiming snorted coldly.

"Our Moshui Sect has never accepted male disciples." Xing Yuqing said calmly.

Lu Yao also didn't care at all: "My sect's Wansha Spirit Energy Body is originally a woman, so I don't worry about her charms.

"Hmph! Watch it! The big competition has just begun, and the final victory is difficult to determine! Zhang Yiming smiled mysteriously, confident.

And as if verifying Zhang Yiming's words, the sound of confrontation between disciples of different sects sounded everywhere in the ancient battlefield.

Suddenly! The four great sect masters were all stunned! Because they actually discovered that a number of seemingly ordinary disciples suddenly appeared on the field, and suddenly showed the strength of the Wansha Spirit Body, and the technique was overwhelming!

Fang Cunguang, Say, Yunyin, Ding Luochen...

The battle situation is changing rapidly, like a fog, and it is difficult for anyone to decide the final victory or defeat until the last moment.

The four great competitions, in this chaotic battle, officially kicked off!

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