Looking at Meng Zhao who was not at any disadvantage, Bai Xianghui's face almost drooped to the ground. It was not that he had never thought about asking Wu Haozhi and Wan Ming to help, but asking them to help contain Feng Mao and Liu Diao before was a waste of money. It was a small favor, not to mention that he asked their disciples to help him in order to pursue Meng Zhao. Although the reward for asking for their help would be solved by the Purple Gan Holy Sect, asking others for help one after another is not good for him as a candidate for the leadership. Good review, after all, he is not the only candidate for the leadership!
Looking at Meng Zhao who was about to break out of the siege and that he had recovered nearly half of his vitality, Bai Xianghui gritted his teeth and the long sword in his hand glowed faintly again. Wu Haozhi and Wan Ming next to him naturally understood when they saw this posture. Bai Xianghui was preparing the powerful move that killed the Xuan Dian Tiger with one blow. Then the two of them looked at Meng Zhao, who was about to break out of the encirclement, and thought of the purpose of this championship competition. They were also concerned about Bai Xianghui's move. Understood.
As the main leader, Meng Zhao could not help but feel relaxed when he saw that he was about to break out of the encirclement. Although his energy reserves far exceeded others, after such a long battle, his energy reserves could no longer hold up. At this moment, , the thunder spirit of the thunder turtle in Meng Zhao's body gave Meng Zhao another early warning. Meng Zhao suddenly felt a powerful aura coming straight towards him. Meng Zhao subconsciously blocked it with the blade of his sword, just in time to block the powerful aura and kill it. Meng Zhao was repelled and retreated repeatedly.
After Meng Zhao stopped his body, the long sword that suddenly struck fell to the ground. Meng Zhao suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and at the same time, light flowed around his body. This was the result of Meng Zhao's Zhunti self-cultivation skill. Automatically running, this shows that the Zhunti self-cultivation technique has reached the state of success. Meng Zhao would be happy in normal times, but for Meng Zhao who has exhausted his energy, this is undoubtedly the last straw that breaks the camel's back. Meng Zhao had no choice but to laugh bitterly and fainted.
Bai Xianghui came to the fainted Meng Zhao with a tired face. At this moment, a casual cultivator said something in Wan Ming's ear. Wan Ming glanced at the casual cultivator in surprise, and then said in Bai Xianghui's ear. "This kid is a disciple of the Xuan Sect, his name is Meng Zhao! And the demon core has been recorded in the Hundred Battles Ranking. His name is Wu Yi!" Bai Xianghui's pale face became even paler after hearing this, but looking at it Meng Zhao, who had already passed out, his expression softened a bit.
Although Wan Ming spoke in a low voice, he did not avoid Wu Haozhi, so when Wu Haozhi saw Bai Xianghui's expression, he immediately understood that Bai Xianghui wanted to use Meng Zhao as a scapegoat, and then persuaded, "Brother Bai, this Meng Zhao After all, he is a disciple of the Xuan Sect. If you are really used as a scapegoat, I am afraid that the Xuan Sect will not give up!" Bai Xianghui was furious but also understood that Meng Zhao was his only chance to make a comeback, so he snorted coldly, "What sect does he care about! I The Zigan Holy Sect is not afraid of anyone!"
"Really?" A cold voice sounded, and at the same time a powerful aura suppressed everyone. Bai Xianghui was not as embarrassed as everyone at the moment, because there was a faint light on his body blocking the powerful aura. He looked up He saw several figures, and when he saw one of them, he immediately said respectfully, "Elder Luo!" The people who came were Zhang Yang and a few others who had returned. Luo Yinghe just nodded when he heard Bai Xianghui's words, but the one next to him Zhang Yanghe said with a gloomy face, "It seems you have a good magic weapon!" After saying this, the aura that suppressed everyone suddenly became stronger, and then Bai Xianghui immediately fell to the ground.
When Luo Yinghe next to him saw this scene, he immediately said, "Zhang Yanghe! Don't be too presumptuous!" Hearing Luo Yinghe's words, Zhang Yanghe didn't express anything, but Bai Xianghui's whine became stronger.
After seeing this, Luo Yinghe's face suddenly became gloomy, and the atmosphere cooled down until he exclaimed, "Senior Brother Meng!" Zhang Yang and several others looked around and saw several people checking Meng Zhao's face.
The situation was that Li Yirou and the others were able to move freely under Zhang Yanghe's pressure. Naturally, Zhang Yanghe sensed their arrival.
Then a mocking voice sounded, "Yo yo yo! Isn't this Bai Xianghui who only lives in the shadow of his sister? Why did he bury his head in the pit after not seeing each other for a few days?" When these words came out, Bai Xianghui's whining voice became louder.
A few points, but under Zhang Yanghe's suppression, he could only whimper. Seeing this, Zhong Fei's sarcasm became even stronger.
Seeing this, Zhang Yanghe said, "Okay, we should go back! I came here still confused, and I got the first place without knowing what to do!" He turned around and was about to leave, but turned to Luo Yinghe and said
"Don't give the Barrier-Breaking Pill to those who are bad! Our Xuan Sect is not that easy to fool!" Looking at Zhang Yang and a few others who left easily, they also saw Bai Xianghui, who was almost completely pressed into the soil, and Luo Ying and his face was ashen.