But now, Master Longzun actually told them not to take action?
"Lord Longzun, we..." The man paused for a moment before continuing.
"A hundred years ago, our Daxia Kingdom participated in the Warriors Tournament for the last time, and hundreds of people did not survive!" Ling Hao interrupted him.
"A hundred years later, our country, Daxia, appears again at the Warriors Tournament. This time, our goal is not only to win the competition, but also to seek justice for our compatriots a hundred years ago!"
"But there is a premise, that is, my compatriots from the Great Xia Kingdom, as many as they come here this time, they must go back, and no one can be missing!"
"I don't want to see any compatriots from Great Xia die in the competition!"
"But, if we don't go up, the pressure from you, Mr. Longzun..." The man took a deep breath.
"Listen to Long Zun's arrangements!" Lu Yue interrupted him.
"Then...okay!" The man didn't insist anymore.
He knew very well that if people like him went up, they could help Daxia gain a few points.
But if the people of Beijian Kingdom are determined to take action against Daxia Kingdom, it will definitely be difficult for me and others to step out of the ring!
"Brother, shall I go up with Zhuque and the others to play?" At this time, Qinglong looked at Ling Hao and asked.
"Yes!" Ling Hao nodded and said: "Lu Yue, Yu Xin, Chen Xi, you three don't come up for now!"
"Okay!" Lu Yue and three others responded at the same time.
"Tan Shuai, you come with Qinglong and the others!" Ling Hao then looked at Tan Mingjun and said.
"Received!" Tan Mingjun nodded.
"Fifteen of you, each go to a ring!" Ling Hao then looked at Qinglong and others and continued: "Anyone who encounters opponents from the top ten countries will be killed without mercy!"
"Understood!" Everyone nodded in response.
"Brother, what if we meet someone from the Snow Eagle Kingdom?" Zhuihun asked.
"The people from Snow Eagle Country will not come up to challenge us. If they cannot avoid encountering us, they will take the initiative to admit defeat!" Ling Hao responded.
"Understood!" Zhuihun nodded in response.
"Everyone should remember that whenever you encounter an unbeatable opponent, you must admit defeat directly and do not hesitate to fight!" Ling Hao specifically explained.
"Copy that!" Everyone responded again and then stood up and dispersed towards the fifteen arenas.
"Husband, when will the three of us come?" After everyone left, Qin Yuxin looked at Ling Hao and asked.
"The three of you go around each platform. If Qinglong and the others surrender when they encounter an unbeatable opponent, the three of you can go on stage if you are confident." Ling Hao said.
"After you win, don't be obsessed with fighting. Just apply to come down and rest, and then go to other arenas."
"Okay!" The three of them nodded at the same time.
"Similarly, when you encounter an unbeatable opponent, surrender immediately!" Ling Hao explained again.
"Understood!" The three of them stood up and walked towards the ring area.
At the same time, in each arena, the competition has begun, with fifteen pairs of players starting to fight at the same time.
The contestants participating this time have a minimum cultivation level of the Battle Emperor Realm, so it will definitely be a visual feast for hundreds of thousands of viewers.
At around ten o'clock in the morning, it was Cang Lang's turn to take the stage in Arena No. 3.
The champion is a man in his thirties from Xidian Country. Before this, he had won three games in a row.
"People from the Great Xia Kingdom?" After seeing Cang Lang come on stage, the man pointed at Cang Lang with a big knife and asked.
"Haha, you are quite courageous. Since you still dare to go on stage, I thought you people from Daxia were just here to watch the fun this time!"
"Do you still remember the last competition your country of Great Xia participated in a hundred years ago?"
"I promise you, this time, history will definitely repeat itself!"
"Referee, can we start?" Canglang didn't even look at him, turned to look at the referee and asked.
"Okay!" the referee nodded in response.
call out!
Before the referee finished speaking, Cang Lang flipped his wrist, pulled out a cold light from his scimitar and slashed away.
