At the same time, the top of the first mountain of Badinghan Mountain was watching the battle from the outside.
The eyes of all forces were locked on the phantom of the light curtain suspended in mid-air, focusing on Suning, who had won three consecutive games.
It was so silent that you could hear a pin drop.
It's rare to keep quiet and maintain the same posture consistently.
Those who want Suning to die will inevitably feel regretful and regretful.
For example, Lei Jie is a representative, and there are hundreds of fairy worlds that secretly collude with each other.
The Jingkong Immortal Realm, the Fire Xuan Immortal Realm, the Frost Spirit Immortal Realm, the Wugou Immortal Realm, the Yun Cang Immortal Realm, and the Hanwang Immortal Realm.
The direct disciples of these immortal realms gathered together, and as Yin Qi's soul disappeared, their originally expectant eyes changed from excitement to haze, and then to uncontrollable anger.
The blazing fire in his eyes and the bone-chilling fluctuations of immortal power made him want to take Suning out, peel him off and suffer from cramps.
"Asshole, damn it."
A certain inner disciple of Jingkong Immortal Realm punched the protruding rock behind, his sleeves and robes fluttered, and he choked out: "Yin, Senior Brother Yin..."
"This hatred and hatred will have to be repaid with Suning's blood in the future."
"I, the Jingkong Immortal Realm, and the Wuchen Immortal Realm will never be friends, and will always be on opposite sides of each other."
Howling and roaring, with murderous intent entangled with rage, it was directed at Meng Tianjiao and Mo Chen on the other side.
"Pooh."
The round-faced young man nicknamed Guijianchou smiled and spat, and said to his senior brother as if no one else was watching: "There are some people who can't distinguish their own identity and status, and who they are in my Wuchen Fairyland."
An embarrassing situation inside.”
"He also doesn't want to think about the fact that an insignificant inner disciple with a weak cultivation level of the first level of a True Immortal needs the appearance of the Dharma but not the appearance of the Dharma, and has the talent but not the talent."
"He spends his days teasing people's feet, playing the role of a working beast in front of and behind the saddle. He takes pleasure in this and never gets tired of it."
"I just don't understand. Where do you get the confidence to fight against your junior brother who is your direct disciple?"
"With the dragon and phoenix in his body, he can condense into an eighth-level immortal body."
"With Master's careful teachings passed down from word of mouth, and the care and protection of our fellow brothers and sisters. Tsk, in the Wuchen Immortal Realm, who can touch Suning in the slightest?"
Meng Tianjiao responded cooperatively: "Yelang is arrogant and claims to be the best in the world."
"The animals are barking, why should we argue with them?"
Mo Chen laughed loudly and said, "Yes, yes, yes, dogs are barking, let them bark."
"The louder the bark, the more comfortable I feel."
"Junior brother, come on, don't let anyone go."
He faced the phantom of the light screen, his face filled with red light, and shouted in encouragement: "This battle is your turnaround from the humiliation you suffered in the Demon Buried Mountains."
"If you win the battle, there will be no rival in the same realm, and you will become famous in the Eight Hundred Immortal Realm."
"If you have face, you must cherish it."
Meng Tianjiao sat cross-legged on the ground, placed the spear across the kneecaps of his legs, rolled up his sleeves and gently wiped the tip of the spear, saying: "Kill the younger ones and anger the older ones."
"The little junior brother will not die for a day, but the big guys whose obsession he swore to the way of heaven will have trouble sleeping and eating."
"I always thought that I was brave enough to bravely enter the Mysterious Yin Sea alone and luckily break through to the tenth level of the True Immortal."
"Looking at the younger generation of the Eight Hundred Immortals, how many of them can compare with me?"
"But I never expected that after not coming back for a few years, a junior brother who is less afraid of death than me would actually "pop out" from Wuchen Immortal Palace."
"What I have to deal with is the insidious and cunning monsters in the Xuan Yin Sea. The demon cultivators are very difficult to guard against."
"Just like this, I almost died. It's not an exaggeration to say that I narrowly escaped death."
"But what Suning has to deal with, what he has to face..."
Speaking of this, he couldn't help but slow down his speech, raised his spear and held it tightly in his palm: "Hundreds of emperors and empresses, the lowest is the fifteenth level of true immortal."
"No, I'm really ashamed of myself."
Mo Chen smiled brightly and mocked the group of people opposite him: "Hey, do you dare?"
"Not to mention hundreds of emperors and empresses, if we single out one, who would dare to declare a challenge as openly and justly as my little junior brother?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a direct disciple of Wugou Immortal Realm sternly scolded: "Mochen, I have seen many shameless people, but this is the first time I have seen someone as shameless as you."
