Hall of Ten Thousand Demons.

At the highest point of the Demon Realm, suspended in the void, a pitch-black palace covering an area of thousands of feet radiated dazzling light in the night sky.

Although the area of the palace is huge, it is thousands of feet away from the ground, and in the eyes of everyone, it is just a little star shining in the sky.

"Today's Demon King meeting will be held, generals, since the old Demon King has not set new rules, he will sit down according to the position of the last time!"

General Pross said with a frown.

I saw that in the palace, it was pitch black, and the demonic aura was surging, and a group of people wearing black armor found their seats, sat quietly, and sat in it.

After a long time, the palace was silent, and a general suddenly broke his mouth and said: "We are here for a meeting, not here behind closed doors, who will take the lead and say a few words at this year's meeting?"

The scene was still silent, and the huge palace seemed extremely empty.

General Pross sat in the corner and said, "Over the years, the Demon King has personally organized the Demon King Conference, but I don't know where the Demon King has gone, and he has been silent, leaving no clues at all!"

The quiet hall exploded in an instant.

Some people say that the Demon King has long since retired to the world.

It is also said that the demon king may have died in an unknown place due to some accident.

There are even some people who discuss whether the Demon King has sought a higher realm and gone to retreat and cultivate.

Several discussions did not come to a concrete result, GLP could only say: "After listening to everyone's words, I only understand that the Demon King may not be able to come back on time this year, the key is our Demon Realm Formation, as long as the Demon King does not give orders, who can dispatch?"

When asked, one of the young generals suddenly broke the silence and said, "It's really not possible, let's vote for the election, and choose a person who can hold the position of demon king among our generals!"

The words just fell.

I saw a murderous aura coming from the Demon King Hall, and several generals put their hands on the sabers on their waists, and almost the next second they would fight

An elderly general said in a round game: "I can't see this plan, the life and death of the Demon King is unknown, if he is still alive and blamed, no one can bear it, and it is now this point in time, there is no point in arguing like this!"

"Judging from the old man's experience, it doesn't matter if the Demon King Earthquake is not activated, in order to avoid civil strife among all of us, this year with our own strength, with our Demon Legion years of training, we can still sweep all directions!"

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Thousands of feet down.

On July 7, the storm was surging.

The marble jousting ring is more than 100 feet long, suspended in the air, and it can be described as magnificent.

The rest room under the ring was full of people, and the soldiers of each team had already looked into the distance in unison, looking like they were bound to win.

"Our annual military competition is about to begin, this conference is divided into two parts, one is a one-on-one individual rhythm method, and the second is an encounter of marching and fighting, which should be scored by the comprehensive ranking of the two results!"

A host chattered about the rules for half a day.

Just when everyone was feeling impatient, a team slammed into the crowd.

The person who led the team was dressed in black leather all over his body, and he couldn't see the other party's face clearly, while the subordinates who followed him showed a proud expression.

"Look at that guy, I heard that he is the latest commander Mario, and the Demon Legion has caused one storm after another when he just arrived, but he is really the central character!"

"I heard that a person in the early stage of the Returning God Realm can actually rub the Broken Realm and fight, I hope that in the process of the competition, I must not meet this kind of monster!"

Many people began to retreat in their hearts when they saw Lin Ye.

Only at this time, a sneer appeared on the face of a middle-aged man.

Then he stood out from his own team, glared at Lin Ye and said: "You are really pitiful, your own kung fu can indeed get the ranking, but unfortunately this time the competition is divided into two parts, and you are not anyone's opponent at all in this part of the battle with the march!"

"I advise you to quickly transfer the quota to me, don't waste your efforts in vain, everyone knows that you and your team are the worst team in our entire Demon Legion!"

The middle-aged man deliberately shouted loudly, as if he was afraid that the surrounding crowd would not hear.

Lin Ye's face immediately showed an indifferent expression.

"That's right, the team brought by the newcomer is the most difficult team to manage in the entire Demon Legion, fighting and brawling, nothing to do, everything is done.

"I heard that the previous instructors of that team would have preferred to resign rather than stay for a while, and there is no one in the team who is normal at all, all of them are thorns!"

"It's a shame that garbage is garbage, how can this kind of team have the courage to come here to participate in the martial arts competition, young man, I think you should hurry back, the rear audience is both clear and lively!"

"If you want to be an audience, we have no opinion, but just because you shrimp soldiers and crab generals still want to make a scene that turns the clouds and rain, I'm afraid it's a sweet dream!"

The middle-aged man's words became more and more excessive, and the soldiers behind Lin Ye had already rushed forward and could not bear it.

"You have the ability to say it again, and now blow up your dog's head!"

"Who do you say can't do it, I think you are all yang, we don't need to go to the ring, let's stand up now!"

The soldiers who were full of blood had already shown their weapons one after another.

Seeing this, an officer suddenly shouted: "What do you want to do, this is the Demon Army Martial Arts Competition, if it's an audience, give me a step back, if it's a contestant, do it privately before you go to the ring, and you will lose my qualification for the competition!"

On weekdays, officers have become accustomed to fighting, but in the martial arts competition, it is completely different.

The competition ring is ever-changing, and no one can guarantee that there will be no accidents in the process of fighting, so in order to avoid revenge, special rules are specially established.

Lin Ye waved his hand heavily, bringing a gust of wind that blew the two of them away.

Squinted at the other team's team and said: "The people of your team are talking so ugly, it's not the they ate in the morning in their mouths, if it stinks better than their mouths, I'm willing to bow down!"

"But if you want to provoke, it's not capable here, if you have the ability, we'll see you in the ring, and you can see the truth at a glance!" Lin Ye shouted loudly.

The middle-aged man looked murderous.

clenched his fists tightly, and just wanted to make a move, but he saw the officers who were maintaining order around him, with an iron-blue face, and he could only restrain it.

"I remember your name, as well as your team, you can rest assured that once the tournament starts, I will definitely not show mercy to my subordinates, let you see the cruel war of the legion!"

The middle-aged man shook his hand away angrily.