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Chapter 382 You hurt my Han Haizong

Ice Feather Sect, Black Xuan Sect, Jiu Xuan Sword Sect, Scarlet Flame Sect...the top nine sects from the last ranking competition entered the arena one after another.

In just one stick of incense, they had finished the test.

At this moment, among the top ten sects, the only sects that can be called holy lands are the Hanhai Holy Land.

The first nine sects that can be called holy places are indeed extraordinary.

In every sect, the lowest level monks are above the second level of spiritual saints, and there are also many fifth and sixth levels of spiritual saints.

Compared to the Holy Ji Sect, I am afraid that just those disciples can come to the Holy Ji Sect and become elders...

At this time, a faint voice came out.

"Hanhai Sect!"

As soon as the voice fell, everyone in the entire auditorium fell silent, and then all looked towards the seats in the Vast Sea Holy Land.

There is no other reason, just because the saint and descendant of the Hanhai Holy Land is one of the three beauties in the entire China. She is the dream goddess in the hearts of many of them!!!

But just by looking at it, many people had a look of strong resentment in their eyes.

Because... they saw that the goddess of their dreams, Su Zhirou, was actually nestled in the arms of a man!!!

Previously, their eyes were all focused on the arena and they didn't pay attention.

But at this moment, I noticed it and thought about the rumors in recent days. For a moment, Sen Han's resentful look, how could he not appear?

At this time, as the voice of the Nine Elders fell, Su Zhirou nodded towards Kong Wuchang, and then flew into the arena.

It’s just that...she is the only one who sets off to the Holy Land of the Vast Sea...

Seeing this, Kong Wuchang was slightly confused. He saw many disciples in the Vast Sea Holy Land, including many disciples in the spiritual saint realm. But how could there be only Su Zhirou in this ranking match?

As soon as this thought came to mind, a flash of understanding flashed in Kong Wuchang's eyes, and he felt like laughing.

At this moment, Holy Lord Su Moyan couldn't help but said to Kong Wuchang helplessly:

"You kid... you have caused great harm to our Hanhai Sect... With that sword of yours, until now, the spiritual power that those disciples can use is barely even 10%..."

"If our Hanhai Sect's ranking falls outside the top ten in this ranking battle, I will not let you off lightly..."

After saying that, Su Moyan glared at Kong Wuchang angrily.

This made Kong Wuchang couldn't help but reveal a helpless smile.

At this time, Su Zhirou had already landed in the center of the arena, in front of the test monument.

However, at the same time, bursts of laughter came from many seats, and many people even shouted directly towards the seats in the Vast Sea Holy Land.

"Brother Mo Yan, how can your Hanhai Sect not even be able to produce ten outstanding disciples?"

"Yes, yes, I asked you earlier why your Hanhai Sect married the Holy Ji Sect. Now it seems that you are also starting to fall into despair!"

"Hey, Brother Moyan, why are you doing this? Even if you use marriage to strengthen your strength, it won't be a marriage with the Holy Ji Sect. How can Kong Wuchang of the Holy Ji Sect be worthy of Saint Su?

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"If you ask me, you might as well marry us. At least our power is several times better than that of the Holy Ji Sect."

"Not bad......"

Bursts of harsh sounds resounded instantly.

Each sect can send up to ten disciples in the ranked battle.

But without exception, almost every sect has selected the ten most outstanding disciples in the sect, in order to be able to improve their sect's ranking by a few points in the ranking battle in order to gain better training.
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