Nie Tian and Black Emperor were both surprised when they heard that the Blood Soul Envoy had arrived, but their eyes looked a little different.
The worry in Black Emperor's eyes was more obvious, while Nie Tian looked very excited.
"Nanyu, please take them there." After a moment, Black Emperor glanced at Nie Tian and Lan Zhuying, frowned, and said solemnly.
"Yes." Cang Nanyu agreed, then left with Nie Tian and Lan Zhuying.
Black Emperor looked at Nie Tian and others with a deep expression on his face, unable to conceal his worry.
Nie Tian could no longer stop him from joining the Blood Soul Road. At this moment, he could only hope in his heart that everything would go well.
After a while, Cang Nanyu and others arrived at the square outside the Black Martial Palace.
Nie Tian saw from a distance two warriors in black standing on the square, waiting for them.
These two black-clothed warriors, one an old man with gloomy eyes and the other a young man with an arrogant attitude, were looking at them with a scrutinizing gaze.
Cang Nanyu brought Nie Tian, Lan Zhuying, and several other warriors to the square, and bowed slightly to the two warriors, appearing very respectful.
These two people are the Blood Soul Messengers of the Blood Soul Sect, and they came just for the matter of the Blood Soul Road.
The Blood Soul Gate exists like a giant in the entire underworld, and is the absolute controller of the underworld.
Even if Cang Nanyu is the Nanzun of the Black Martial Palace, he must show respect at this time.
"Nan Zun, where is the Black Emperor?" At this time, the young warrior spoke, his eyes darkly swept over Cang Nan Yu, and he said coldly, seeming very unhappy.
"I'm really sorry. Lord Black Emperor has some matters and cannot come to see the two envoys." Cang Nanyu bowed slightly and said cautiously.
"Is something wrong?" The young warrior's eyes darkened slightly, and he sneered: "I heard that the Black Emperor and the Sanyin Emperor exchanged palms not long ago. The Black Emperor was probably injured too much and couldn't see anyone."
His voice was cold and sharp, with unabashed sarcasm.
"The messenger is just joking. The Black Emperor does have something to deal with. Please forgive me." Cang Nanyu frowned, obviously a little angry, but still said patiently.
"Hmph!" The young warrior sneered and said directly: "This old guy, Black Emperor, actually puts on airs in front of me, how shameless!"
When Cang Nanyu heard the young warrior's words, her face became extremely gloomy, and there was unconcealable anger in the coldness.
"Why, are you not convinced?" The young warrior looked at Cang Nanyu, sneered, and said with great arrogance: "Hit me if you don't agree!"
"You..." Cang Nanyu's face was gloomy, and he felt as if a huge boulder was pressing on his chest, leaving him speechless.
If it weren't for the other party's identity, he would have taken action long ago.
"Trash!" The young warrior sneered and stopped looking at Cangnan Jade.
"Master Hui, we still have to do business." At this time, the old man came up, looked at Cang Nanyu, smiled, and said: "I, Zhu Xiu, is the elder of the Blood Soul Sect. This is Sang Hui, you can call me
Mr. Hui. This time, the selection of blood soul warriors in Yin City will be between the two of us."
Cang Nanyu nodded slightly, and his tense face softened a little.
This old man named Zhu Xiu is obviously much more stable than Sang Hui.
However, looking at Zhu Xiu's attitude towards Sang Hui, he was very careful and even a little afraid, which shows that Sang Hui's identity is not simple.
Then, Zhu Xiu and Sang Hui turned their attention to Nie Tian and others, looking at them constantly, as if they were selecting goods.
Nie Tian frowned slightly, he didn't like this feeling very much.
"Nan Zun, is this the genius of your Black Martial Palace?" At this time, Sang Hui sneered, with a look of contempt and provocation.
"They are the strongest warriors of the younger generation in the Black Martial Palace." Cang Nanyu said indifferently, his eyes darkened.
"The strongest?" Sang Hui said with a look of disdain at the corner of his mouth, "Are all of you in the Black Martial Palace useless? With just a few scum, how dare you say that you are the strongest?"
Nie Tian frowned, with a gloomy look on his face.
The faces of several other warriors were equally ugly, and they were obviously suppressing their anger.
According to the rules of the Blood Soul Road, one Blood Ancestor Token can allow three warriors to participate in the Blood Soul Road.
In addition to Nie Tian and Lan Zhuying, Cang Nanyu selected four warriors, two of whom were known as the Seven Young Masters of Yin City, and their strength was already at the high level of Tianyu.
But with such strength, Sang Hui described him as a scumbag.
Nie Tian suppressed his anger and did not get angry.
"Nan Zun, the strength of the other people is pretty weak. What's going on with this woman and this silver-haired boy?" At this time, Zhu Xiu stood up and glanced at Lan Zhuying and Nie Tian coldly, especially him.
When he looked at Nie Tian, his undisguised contempt made him appear extremely cold, Sen Han said.
"For a mere eighth-level saint of Tianyun, Master Nanzun is really capable of taking advantage of it." Sang Hui sneered and said, "Does Master Nanzun look down on your Black Martial Palace, or does he look down on our Blood Soul Sect?
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"I..." Cang Nanyu's face turned pale and she didn't know what to say.
"Master Elder, Master Hui, do you think my strength is too weak?" At this time, Nie Tian twitched the corner of his mouth, smiled lightly, and took a step forward to say.
"What do you think?" Sang Hui smiled scornfully, his eyes filled with contempt.
"I think I'm better than you." Nie Tian looked at Sang Hui calmly and said with an indifferent expression.
"What did you say?" Sang Hui frowned, then laughed out loud and said, "You brat, are you here to be funny?"
He is the ninth level saint master of Tianyun, and Nie Tian is only the eighth level saint of Tianyun, but the latter actually said that he is better than him. Isn't this funny?
"I said, I am better than you." Nie Tian smiled faintly, with a hint of domineering that could not be concealed in his calmness.
"You brat, you're looking for death!" Sang Hui's eyes suddenly darkened, a hint of murderous intent flashed through his eyes, and he yelled out.
"One sword." Nie Tian looked at Sang Hui, twitching the corners of his mouth and said lightly.
"What did you say?" Sang Hui frowned, a little confused.
"I only need one sword to defeat you." Nie Tian raised his eyebrows and raised a finger, his eyes full of contempt and provocation.
"You brat, you've made me angry!" Sang Hui looked at Nie Tian and felt the contempt in the latter's eyes. His face instantly became extremely gloomy as he spoke word by word.
"Come on." Nie Tian remained calm, smiled faintly, then stepped on his feet, and his figure rose into the sky, standing high in the sky like a sharp sword.
"Seeking death!" Sang Hui's eyes trembled. Unexpectedly, Nie Tianzhen wanted to fight with him. He roared violently, and he shot up to the sky. His momentum was released, and he was as violent as killing. He stood high in the sky and faced Nie Tian.