When Nian Chen and Yan Huang members slowly landed on a clearing, there were countless unkind eyes around them.

Almost all the forces here have done things that are harmful to Huaxia openly and secretly, so they will inevitably be taught a lesson by the Yanhuang organization, and the hatred has been going on for a long time.

But after all, Yanhuang is a Huaxia Weidao organization, a huge organization hidden outside the world.

Among these forces, except for Dongsheng Hall and Dragon Slayer, none of them can be compared to Yan Huang, although they are full of hatred, they are just staring at Nianchen and the others with unkind eyes, and no one dares to act rashly.

This, of course, refers to the majority of forces.

And not all.

Wan Liutang and Lian Songwen Zheng Tiandiao had just put away the flying magic weapon when they heard a voice:

"Wan Daoyou, don't you want to even interfere with this witch Dao Dabi?"

The person who spoke was none other than one of the early Jindan monks of the Dongsheng Hall who had been seen at the mouth of the canyon.

Nian Chen looked at the monk.

This person is thin and tall, with unusually long eyebrows, and three inches from the left and right temples!

However, a pair of eyes became a straight slit, very small, and very gloomy.

This sentence seems to be bland, but it actually hides a murderous intention.

As soon as the words fell, the three hundred wizards in Miao Jiang were provoked by these words, and they looked at Nianchen and the others with unkind eyes.

On the other side, the four hundred wizards of the Moon Country and the Equestrian Kingdom also stared at them with murderous intent looming.

Wan Liutang's face remained unchanged, and he looked at the early Jindan monk who had just spoken:

"Meng Hetang, this kind of trick to sow discord, do you really think that other Taoist friends will fall for you?"

"I, Yan Huang, came here this time, just to see a once-in-a-century immortal fate, as for the grievances between the Taoist friends of Miao Jiang and the wizards of the Stagecoach Country, what does it have to do with me Yan Huang?"

This sentence not only hit back at the monk of Dongsheng Hall named Meng Hetang, but also invisibly indicated Yan Huang's position of sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight.

Sure enough, the hundreds of eyes that were extremely sharp just now converged and disappeared after Wan Liutang's words.

Whether it is the people of Miao Jiang or the wizard of the Moon Country of the Stagecoach Country, they are actually unwilling to provoke Yan Huang.

Now that Wan Liutang has taken a stand, they will naturally not make any more aggressive moves!

As a result, there was a brief silence throughout the canyon.

Wan Liutang slowly sat down cross-legged.

Nian Chen and others naturally followed.

After sitting down, Nianchen's spiritual power was quietly released, enveloping the entire gourd-shaped canyon.

This time, Nian Chen accidentally discovered that sitting with the monk of Dongsheng Hall was actually Qi Zamo, a member of the Moro tribe.

This made Nianchen's spirits suddenly lifted.

At the same time, I fell into confusion.

Since Qi Zamo is from the Moro tribe, why did he mix with the monks of the Dongsheng Temple?

Could it be that the Moro clan has already joined the Dongsheng Temple?

Or... The one who joined the Dongsheng Hall was only Qi Zamo, a member of the Moro tribe.

Nian Chen then quietly transmitted a voice to Lian Songwen: "Senior Wan, do you remember that when I was in Donghai City, I once killed a monk of Dongsheng Hall named Qian Bohao?"

Even Songwen replied: "Of course I remember!"

Nian Chen said: "His master's name is Qi Zamo, and I only recently found out that this old guy is actually from the Moro tribe, could it be ...... The Moro clan has joined the Dongsheng Temple?"

Even the sound of pine grain sounded:

"This is impossible, since the Moro clan is an ancient witch barbarian, has a very strong thunderous xenophobic sentiment, and even communicates well with outsiders, how can it be possible to join a non-Chinese organization like Dongsheng Palace!"

Nian Chen also felt that Lian Songwen was reasonable: "But...... Qi Zamo is obviously from the Dongsheng Palace, but he is also from the Moro tribe!"

Lian Songwen replied: "Maybe this is Qi Zamo's move alone, and it doesn't represent Dongsheng Palace!"

got an answer similar to his guess, Nian Chen finally nodded slightly, and stopped communicating with the sound.

No matter what the truth is, this time, he must not let this old guy run away again.

Be sure to capture this person and ask him where the Moros are hiding......

For the next half hour, the entire gourd-shaped canyon was very quiet, and occasionally a sporadic monk drove a flying magic weapon to fall from the sky and land in a sparsely populated clearing.

I have been paying attention to Qi Zamo's movements for many years, and suddenly I heard Zhong Mubai's voice ringing in the sea of soul knowledge:

"Nian boy, this seat has sensed this place, and there is an extremely faint fluctuation of formation aura!"

Nianchen's body was obviously refreshed, and he immediately used his mental power to quietly communicate with Zhong Mubai: "You mean, this is the hiding place of the Moro clan?"

Zhong Mubai: "Who told you?"

Nian Chen was stunned for a moment: "Isn't there a fluctuation of the formation? Isn't it the ancient great array that the Moro clan used to cover up the habitat?"

Zhong Mubai: "No, the aura of this formation is similar to the Mirror Flower Water Moon Great Array, that is, it is specially used to project some scenes and the like, but it does not have any offensive and defensive capabilities, if it is the Moro Clan's Mountain Protection Array, how can it have no offensive and defensive effects!"

Nian Chen asked again, "What about ...... Who has a nervous disorder, arrange this useless formation here!"

Zhong Mubai: "This formation is not arranged here, otherwise the aura will not be so weak, but this will be the target of the formation projection!"

Nian Chen instantly became excited: "Then whatever, I have no interest in things that have nothing to do with the Moro clan!"

Zhong Mubai: "Next, this seat will continue to pay attention to the movement of this formation, you don't care about this matter, I just let you know!"

Nian Chen nodded slightly, stopped talking, and continued to lock his strong spiritual power onto Qi Zamo......

A moment passed.

Among the hundreds of Miao Jiang wizards, an old man in Mai with an old face spoke.

"Okay, Daoists from all walks of life have almost arrived, there are so many people, enough to witness this witch competition, this time, I, Yang Shouyi, on behalf of the Miao Jiang Wu clan, announced that I will be strong and weak with you!"

On the side of Lanyue Country and Horse Country, a tall middle-aged man also spoke:

"Hehe, it's boring to divide the high and low, since this witch dao competition is most likely to trigger the fairy fate, then directly divide life and death, wouldn't it kill two birds with one stone!"

The old man of the Miao Jiang Wu Clan named Yang Shouyi had a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Daoyou, when will you be able to call the shots of the Holy Witch Sect of the Moon Country?"

The mighty middle-aged man named Jiang Tu sneered again: "Who is in charge on our side, it's not your turn to say that Yang Shouyi will come to point fingers, so you dare to accept the challenge of life and death!"

Yang Shouyi's old and cloudy gaze suddenly became shining: "Nonsense, which time did the witch Dao Dabi not die? If you have the ability, you can see the real chapter in the competition!"

The face of the picture is also full of murderous intentions: "Come on, let's start, for the sake of fairness, both sides don't need to let the other party know every time they arrange someone, once the person on the field stands up, it can't be changed, how about it?"

Yang Shouyi nodded slightly: "That's it, let's start!"