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"Senior Wan, thanks for your hard work, you made it all the way to the God's Gate."
Even though he was the head of the Divine Calculation Sect, the Divine Calculator did not dare to be too big and used the honorific title Wan Mo. And Wan Mo was indeed qualified to call him a senior.
Wan Mo's face was cold and he said indifferently: "The Xuantian treasure belongs to our Wan Jian Sect. If anyone wants to compete with our Wan Jian Sect for the treasure map, then he must ask the Yan Mo behind me if he agrees!"
As he said that, the long sword behind him made a sword sound, trembling and making a clear sound, buzzing!
There was no sword energy soaring into the sky, nor was there an astonishing aura, but it made countless people's blood agitate and their mouths and noses bleed.
Vaguely, I saw a mountain-like magic sword falling from the sky, destroying the sky and the earth. Not to mention the Divine Sect, even the entire Canyon Mountain was destroyed.
fear!
Some people really thought that the World-Destroying Demonic Sword had fallen, and could not help but hold their heads in their hands, crying in fear.
"What a powerful swordsmanship." Zhang Cheng also felt his blood vibrating. Of course, with his cultivation level, this trivial matter is not a big concern. "I have only seen such terrifying swordsmanship skills from Yan Wudi."
"It's boring to show off your little skills." On the tree, Sweet turned over and continued drinking.
"This swordsmanship is pretty good, it can't be compared to those so-called useless leaders." In the crowd, Lu Ge's eyes lit up and he commented, "It's just that this person's strength is much more than that. Sure enough, I came to the right place.
"
The comments of the above two people are more powerful than the other. If it were spread, I don’t know how many people would want to curse me.
"Senior Wan, the treasure map about the Xuantian Treasure is the winner of this martial arts competition. If the Wanjian Sect can win, the treasure map will naturally belong to your Wanjian Sect." Shen Shuzi said without being humble or arrogant.
"That's just half of the treasure map. To tell you the truth, the other half of the treasure map is in the hands of our Wanjian Sect. Even if you get this treasure map, you still need the treasure map in our hands to find Xuantian
Treasure.”
Wan Mo said coldly and in a domineering tone, "This is not something you should touch. If you don't want to die, leave now!"
The content of this news is quite shocking. There is only half of the treasure map, and the other half is in the hands of Wanjian Sect.
There are also many people who seem to know the inside story and are not surprised. The Wanjian Sect has been plotting the Xuantian Treasure for a long time. This is something that many people know. They have long heard about the treasure map of half of the Xuantian Treasure of the Wanjian Sect. These
Over the years, the Wanjian Sect has also made great efforts to search for the other half of the treasure map, but a hundred years have passed and nothing has been found.
"I think there is no need to hold the so-called martial arts conference. If anyone thinks he can beat me, then come up and fight me. If I lose, not only the treasure map will be yours, but also the treasure map of our Wanjian Sect.
It’s yours too.”
Wan Mo looked down at the heroes and said coldly.
The scene was completely silent, not a word was said. The opponent was the old monster Wan Mo, and even the Lord of the Demon Palace, Meng Xing'er, did not speak.
"Look, if no one competes with me for the championship of the martial arts tournament, then I will be the champion of the martial arts tournament. Divine fortune teller, you can hand over the treasure map. As long as it is a real treasure map, our Wanjian Sect cannot do without you.
The benefits of the divine fortune teller." Wan Mo looked at the divine fortune teller and said unceremoniously.
The divine fortune teller looked embarrassed. What the other party did was just a slap in the divine fortune teller's face.
"If you don't want to, then don't blame me for being rude." Wan Mo didn't hide his murderous intent, "My Balrog hasn't seen blood for a long time in seclusion over the years, but it has not forgotten the habit of drinking blood. I don't
Mind if I let the Shensuan Sect, one of the ten sects, disappear from the world."
When the divine fortune teller heard this, the veins on the back of his hands were beating. This was no longer a matter of the divine fortune teller's appearance, but an open robbery!
"Senior brother, what is this?" Wan Wuying, the leader of Wanjian Sect, changed his expression. He did not expect that his senior brother would threaten to steal the treasure map in public.
"Wuying, leave this matter to me. The treasure map belongs to our Wanjian Sect, and no one can take it away from us." Wanmo is extremely domineering. Decades have passed, and just like before, the demon
The Sword Supreme, the God-Slaying Supreme, has set off an endless bloody storm. The name of his magic sword is based on the lives of countless people, including the Supreme, celebrities, domestic and foreign superpowers, etc.
"Wan Mo, your cultivation is indeed unfathomable, but it is far from being able to dominate the world." At this time, a voice sounded, everyone turned their heads, and Wang Xizhi stood up.
Wan Mo's face turned cold, and murderous aura surged crazily in his eyes.
"Senior is right, you are very strong, but you are far from being able to dominate the world." Zhang Cheng stood up.
When Wan Mo saw a young man he didn't know and dared to come out to confront him, Wan Mo's eyes flashed, and invisible power struck Zhang Cheng in an instant.
Zhang Cheng remained motionless as the storm raged all over his body.
Mental storm!
Just a thought can form a mental storm. In one tenth of an instant, it is incredibly fast and incredibly terrifying.
Even Wang Xizhi was too late to react. Just when he wanted to help Zhang Cheng, the mental storm on Zhang Cheng suddenly disappeared. On the other hand, Zhang Cheng seemed as if nothing had happened.
Wan Mo snorted, his face turned a little pale.
In the brief exchange just now, he suffered a small loss.
"Who are you?" Wan Mo looked directly at him and asked.
"Commander An Feng, Zhang Cheng." Zhang Cheng answered with his hands raised.
"What! You are An Feng's new commander-in-chief, Zhang Cheng."
Wan Wuying, the head of Wanjian Sect, was obviously surprised and said.
Wan Mo has never heard of it, but he knows what it means to be the commander of the dark front. For Zhang Cheng to become the commander of the dark front at such a young age, it is really surprising to him.
Wan Wuying moved his lips silently, and his voice rang in Wan Mo's ears. After a moment, he took a deep look at Zhang Cheng: "I underestimated you. I didn't expect that decades later, someone would appear in the world.
A person like you No. 1. Even if I only used 100% of my energy just now, you were able to make me suffer a small loss, which is considered your ability. But, haha!" He smiled, and there was a surge in his body.
It was overwhelming, with a tsunami-like momentum.
Zhangcheng felt like facing a formidable enemy.
Wang Xizhi was ready to take action.
Seeing that the war was about to break out, a loud laugh came from the horizon: "Wanmo, as an old-timer among the old-timers in the world, you have lowered your status to bully a group of juniors who have just grown up. Don't you feel ashamed?
"
Hearing this familiar voice, Wan Mo's eyes froze, and sure enough he saw several people suddenly appearing in front of him. The whole process felt like they were moving in an instant.
Ridiculously fast!
The person who came was an old man in a robe decorated with gold thread. Next to him was a beautiful middle-aged woman. Behind him were four impressive young people.
Seeing the symbols on their bodies, Zhang Cheng instantly thought of the number one sect in the world, Cangtian.