Suddenly, someone in the audience exclaimed, "Humph, how can such a big cult be so virtuous as to manage the martial arts world!"
Mo Yang sneered and said to the leader: "I don't have this leader, do you have this ability?"
The man suddenly became speechless, his face turned pale, and he took two steps back in shock. When the man in black robe looked at him, he suddenly felt that all the blood in his body had solidified.
Discussions started again, "Is he the new leader of the Sect of Death?"
"who is he?"
"I have never seen such a person in the martial arts world."
"Everyone, please be quiet." Xiang Fu stopped him at the right time and said, "Master Mingshang is right. Since the most capable people live here, let everyone compete with each other."
Someone in the audience sarcastically said, intentionally or unintentionally: "Since the leader of the alliance said this, he will definitely not let the traitors succeed."
Xiang Fu put on a righteous face and said: "Of course, I will now announce that the martial arts competition has officially begun."
At the beginning of the competition, they were all rookies. In order to defeat the opponent, they resorted to ruthless moves that resulted in death or injury. The cunning in Xiang Fu's eyes became more and more shining.
"Who wants to compete with me?" The man who defeated several opponents in a row said wildly.
"My Lord, I'm here to meet you." As soon as he finished speaking, Xicaimeng was already standing on the ring.
What a quick Qinggong, everyone secretly thought, but when they saw Xicaimeng's appearance, they all showed shocked expressions. Shengxue's figure in white clothes was as gorgeous as a peach and plum, and her cold and unparalleled face was unparalleled.
Undoubtedly, Xicaimeng won after ten moves
Soon, there were only a few masters left, including Mu Lingfeng of Muyun Villa, Gu Changfeng of Qingluan Sect, Xicaimeng of Snow Flower Palace, and three others who had never heard of it in the martial arts world, namely, Lan Jin
The man in black brocade robe, Luo Qing, also wears a mask, so his appearance cannot be seen, but the aura around him cannot be ignored; the man in black brocade robe, Bei Ling, is not a simple figure; the woman in red, Qian Ying, is beautiful and moving, too.
A stunning generation
The Ming Shang Cult had never participated, and only watched the whole process from one side. Only Xiang Mochen did not show up, and Xiang Fu seemed a little nervous.
"Leader, I've heard for a long time that your Majesty is very skilled in martial arts and knows people. Why haven't you shown up yet?" said the man in the audience.
Everyone started talking about it
At this moment, a man appeared on the ring, and everyone was even more astonished than before. He was dressed in a light blue brocade robe, with flying hair and fluttering skirts. He was calm and elegant, with a calm demeanor.
His face is enough to confuse all living beings. It seems that all the best things in the world have been given to him.
Mo Yang felt a little confused and frowned, who is he?