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Chapter 621: Money can make ghosts run the mill

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"Fellow Taoist Longshan, if you continue to act your own way, I will definitely report it to the head of my Xuanjian Sect and ask the head to appeal to your Ti Sect!"

At this moment, Sword Master Liuyun couldn't help but send a message to Taoist Master Longshan.

"Humph, you can file a complaint at any time. I, Longshan, am waiting for your good news!"

Taoist Master Longshan snorted coldly, not paying attention to what Sword Master Liuyun said.

Liuyun Sword Master gritted his teeth and did not say anything else. They knew that they could not persuade Longshan Taoist Master.

And it is impossible for them to compromise with Taoist Master Longshan, because they do not have the courage. Even if no one from the Xuanjian Sect can enter the Ti Sect this year, they will endure it.

"Why, are you, the people of Xuanjian Sect, all cowards?"

The Ti Sect disciple standing on the battle stage said with contempt to the Xuan Jian Sect disciples below the stage.

This battle platform is a bit special. It has an element-locking formation on it, which can suppress the true essence in the body of the innate strong man.

When fighting on the battlefield, you can only rely on your own physical strength.

Because when Ti Zong recruits disciples, the most important thing is to focus on physical quality, and the quality of golden elixir is not the most important.

The battle on this battlefield is the final round of assessment for the group.

The previous assessment will test vision, hearing, smell, taste, as well as hand speed, running speed and strength.

Going on stage to fight is the final comprehensive assessment of discussion.

But today was just the beginning. As soon as the disciples of Xuanjian Sect came on stage, they were all knocked off the stage within one move.

Moreover, the disciples of Ti Zong are extremely domineering.

"Asshole, I'll fight you!"

Wu Qianyang roared angrily, stood up suddenly, and then made a lifelong leap, landing on the fighting platform.

Wu Qianyang is the leader of the Xuanwu Alliance. People in his family are naturally tall and stronger than ordinary people. Their physical fitness is the strongest among the four major alliances.

Moreover, the technique that Wu Qianyang practiced was the Xuangui Jue, the inherited mental technique of their Wu family. This Xuangui Jue was a technique that focused on physical training.

Wu Qianyang and his family's disciples have been practicing the Black Turtle Art since they were young, so the people in their family are physically stronger.

When Wu Qianyang landed on the battle platform, he immediately felt that the innate true energy in his body was suppressed, and he also felt a gravity pressing on his body.

This battle platform not only suppresses the innate true essence in the cultivator's body, but also has a gravity formation.

With this gravity formation, the gravity is at least twice that of the outside world.

"Senior Brother Wu Qianyang, knock him down!"

"Kill him!"

The disciples of the Wu family were all shouting for Wu Qianyang in the audience.

Wu Qianyang is the most outstanding genius of his generation in the Wu family. His physical fitness has reached the ultimate level, and his purely physical attack power has reached eight thousand kilograms.

"Get out of here!"

When the Ti Zong disciple saw Wu Qianyang on stage, his eyes narrowed, and he immediately waved his fist and rushed towards Wu Qianyang.

"court death!"

Wu Qianyang roared angrily and immediately punched the Ti Zong disciple without dodging.

"Bang!"

The fists of the two collided together, and Wu Qianyang's body retreated until he reached the edge of the fighting platform before he stabilized.

At this moment, the Ti Zong disciple rushed over, raised his body into the air, and kicked Wu Qianyang.

Wu Qianyang's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately crossed his hands in front of his chest.

"Bang!"

The Ti Zong disciple kicked Wu Qianyang's arm, and Wu Qianyang's body was immediately kicked off the fighting platform.

His body fell behind, took several steps back, and finally fell to the ground. His body rolled on the ground for more than ten times before stopping.

"Brother Yang!"

The disciples of the Wu family immediately rushed to Wu Qianyang's side and stretched out their hands to help Wu Qianyang up.

"asshole!"

Wu Qianyang couldn't help but curse. He didn't expect that the strength of the Ti Zong disciples was so strong.

However, there is nothing that can be done about it. The Ti Zong has the strongest body refining secret technique in the human race. This body refining secret technique practiced by a Ti Zong disciple is more powerful than the Black Turtle Technique of their Wu family.

"I thought he was a talent, but it turned out to be just trash!"

That Ti Zong disciple looked at Wu Qianyang and said with disdain.

"asshole!"

The disciples of the Xuanjian Sect were very angry. This disciple of the Ti Sect was really too arrogant.

Ling Feng also felt a little angry. He turned to Sun Ke and asked, "Can I go on stage?"

"Can!"

Sun Ke nodded, then handed a token to Ling Feng and said, "I have already completed the previous assessments for you!"

"You did it for me?"

Ling Feng looked at Sun Ke in surprise. He didn't expect that Sun Ke had such great powers.

"Don't look at me like this. There is no one in this world who can't get along with money. People in Ti Zong are also human beings, and they also need money. As long as the money is in place, anything can be said!"

Sun Ke smiled faintly at Ling Feng, and then asked: "Are you really going to play? I think the people in the Ti Sect are going to kill everyone in our Xuanjian Sect today!"

"Of course we have to go up. This guy is so arrogant, how can I tolerate him? This is Xuanjian Sect, it is our territory, even if we want to be arrogant, we are arrogant, it is not their turn to be arrogant!"

Ling Feng looked at the Ti Zong disciples on the battlefield and said through gritted teeth.

For no other reason than that this guy had just injured Wang Yuan, he had to breathe a sigh of relief for Wang Yuan.

"Junior Brother Lingfeng, do you really want to go up?"

Yao Xiaoqi was also a little worried when she heard the conversation between Ling Feng and Sun Ke.

"Of course I have to go up there. I happen to have itchy hands and someone is giving me hand training. How could I miss this opportunity?"

Ling Feng looked at the Ti Zong disciples on the battle platform, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, then walked to the edge of the battle platform, jumped to the top of the battle platform with a life-long leap.

"Ling Feng!"

The disciples of Xuanjian Sect couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw Ling Feng coming on stage.

At this moment, Ling Feng was already a legend in Xuanjian Sect. Just before the opening of the sword pool, he defeated Xiao Jian, the second genius of Xuanjian Sect. Although Xiao Jian was arrogant at the time and did not use a sword,

It is also enough to prove Ling Feng's power.

"Why is he here?"

When Sword Master Liuyun and Sword Master Yunxiao saw Ling Feng, they were also stunned for a moment.

"Is this guy Ling Feng?"

Taoist Master Longshan who was sitting on the viewing platform, after hearing the exclamations of the Xuanjian Sect disciples, his eyes narrowed slightly, and then he immediately sent a message to the Ti Sect disciple: "Murong Chuan, there is no need to reserve any strength.

Beat me hard, and I'd better beat this kid to death!"

The Ti Zong disciple was slightly startled. He didn't know why Taoist Master Longshan was transmitting messages to him at this moment, but he quickly came to his senses and immediately responded in his heart: "Yes, Master!"

This Murong Chuan is the disciple of Taoist Master Longshan, and he is also the most outstanding disciple of Taoist Master Longshan.
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