"Yes!" Qin Sheng's words had already come to this, what else could the rest of the soldiers say?

For Qin Sheng, there is gratitude and worship in my heart. With one to three, and to point to the championship, this bearing alone has deeply impressed them.

"We are willing to go to the soup with the commander, and we will not give up. Finally, everyone's passion was completely ignited by Qin Sheng. Now they are not trying to survive, but to win.

Although they couldn't give Qin Sheng more help, as Qin Sheng said, they would definitely stand straighter than anyone else, and their heads would be taller than anyone else.

show the majesty of their extremely martial arts camp, and let the hometown elders know that they are definitely not greedy for life and afraid of death.

Even the thorn in the head of Manji couldn't help but secretly say a good word for Qin Sheng's speech. Of course, it is impossible to expect him to say it in public.

"Let's go!" At this moment, Qin Sheng waved his hand. A group of soldiers immediately walked towards the ring according to the formation they had divided before.

As soon as he walked out of the resting place, he appeared in front of the onlookers. Just listening to the surrounding stands, there were already bursts of cheers like a tsunami.

Rao is Qin Sheng was also taken aback by the sudden burst of sound, not to mention the rest of the golden ranks, and he was stunned for a while.

Fortunately, Ma Liang is also a character who has fought with Qin Ruhai several times, and this kind of scene of sending off thousands of people has been experienced several times. Immediately, he reacted and whispered: "We are in the ring, and there are not so many rules in the army. The hometown elders cheered us on, we can wave and thank them!"

"That's right!" Qin Sheng also came back to his senses when he heard this, and after hearing Ma Liang's suggestion, he immediately waved his hand to the audience in all directions with the rest of the soldiers to thank him.

Suddenly, the crowd became even more excited, and thousands of voices finally converged into one: "Extreme Martial Arts, Extreme Martial Arts, Extreme Martial Arts!"

The voices are uniform, and the more people shout, the more energetic they become. At first, there were some conceited and cultivated people who disdained to shout with the people around them, but gradually they were also infected by the surrounding atmosphere and cheered loudly.

Qin Sheng was beautiful for a while. It turned out to be a superstar, surrounded by many fans.

However, if someone is happy, there will naturally be hatred.

At this time, in the ring, the nine people on the side of the country of Namo had already stood still. Among them, the leader was the Mo language of the country of ink, and at this time, his eyes were full of undisguised murderous intent, and the corners of his mouth showed a cold smile.

"Jump, jump, the higher you jump, the higher you fall. Qin Sheng, here today, I will definitely let you lose and experience the feeling of being spurned by everyone! The pain and humiliation I have endured will definitely be found from you tenfold, a hundredfold!" Mo Yu clenched his fists and saw Qin Sheng, who was waving to the audience around him at this time, with infinite scenery.

I thought of Mo Cheng, who was still among the battalion commanders at this time, indulging in lust, but being able to pick up credit for nothing.

The figures of the two people gradually merged into one on Qin Sheng's body. Mo Yu's hatred for Mo Cheng and Qin Sheng was all gathered on Qin Sheng alone at this time.

"Jiwu Camp side, please come to the stage!" At this time, the referee saw that the time was almost up, and immediately reminded him.

Although at this time, the surrounding audience was shouting and tsunami, and it was very noisy. However, as a fifth-order martial sect, it was still very easy to send some words to the ears of Qin Sheng and the others.

"Okay!" Qin Sheng nodded, and immediately stood in the ring with the eight contestants of the Extreme Martial Battalion.

At this time, the cheering voices around gradually stopped, and Qin Sheng finally met Mo Yu again.

"Oh?" Qin Sheng saw Mo Yu and immediately smiled slightly: "It turned out to be Mo Yu brothers, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing lately?"

"Brother Qin's blessing, it's not bad!" Although Mo Yu couldn't wait to chop Qin Sheng into meat sauce and feed it to the dog now, he still smiled slightly in the face of Qin Sheng's greeting.

After all, what he represents now is not just himself, but also the country of ink. If you are like a shrew, you have to go up and tear it up as soon as you meet, then you are embarrassed to throw it home.

"Not bad?" Qin Sheng didn't seem to understand the meaning of Mo Yu, but instead asked: "I think Brother Mo Yu said a little reluctantly, I heard that your Mo Kingdom is about to change its commander, and Commander Mo Cheng came to take your place!"

There is a saying that scolding people does not scold short, and hitting people does not slap their faces. Qin Sheng opened his mouth, but he slapped Mo Yu's face with a crackling sound. You must know that although their conversation is now inaudible to the crowd of onlookers.

But behind Mo Yu, there are still eight warriors of the Ink Country. As soon as Qin Sheng opened his mouth, he said such words, he was simply deliberately provoking him.

But without waiting for Mo Yu to speak, Qin Sheng pretended to be envious and said: "Hey, if that's the case, I'm really envious of you, Brother Mo Yu, the so-called unofficial is light." I'm afraid that only you, who are not the commander, can appear here and fight to the death with us. That Commander Mo Cheng, I don't think I came!"

"Hehe!" Mo Yu's face was already very ugly, Qin Sheng's words were clearly ironic to him, implying that he was sent by Mo Cheng to fight him to death, and Mo Cheng was sitting back and enjoying his success.

Anyone can figure out these truths, but it's another thing to say them.

At this time, several soldiers of the Ink Country behind Mo Cheng also showed strange looks on their faces. Of course, there is also a look of schadenfreude.

Anyway, they are going to go to the stage to participate in the war no matter what, but a person with a noble status like Mo Yu will also appear here, and the reason behind it is intriguing.

This kind of petty squalor between the nobles is also the talk of these soldiers after dinner.

"Okay!" Mo Yu sneered, and wanted to refute it, asking why Qin Sheng was also here. After all, Qin Sheng is the protector of the Great Shun Kingdom and the commander of the Jiwu Battalion.

Don't hide behind the scenes, strategize. ran up to the stage to fight life and death, isn't it also a very unconventional performance.

It's a pity that he only had time to sneer, and he hasn't said the next words yet. The referee had already interrupted him with a "yes".

I only heard the referee continue: "If the two of you want to catch up, then there will be time in the audience in the future." Now give me a list of how you two contestants will divide the group, and the competition will start soon!"

"Good!"

"No problem!"

Qin Sheng and Mo Yu responded in unison, and they had been looking forward to this game for a long time.

However, Mo Yu turned around and counted the names, but on the other hand, he always focused on Qin Sheng, wanting to see how Qin Sheng divided the small group.

At first glance, a sneer immediately crossed the corner of Mo Yu's mouth. Sure enough, just as he had thought before, Qin Sheng's three small groups were led by Qin Sheng with two golden stages, Ma Liang led with two golden stages, and then the last three golden stages formed their own group.

And in the golden stage of this third group, it is really the little-known Zhao Zisong who is respected.

When Jimo Yu also relaxed, he would start pointing and grouping his hands one by one.

Although it is not difficult for the Ink Country side to come up with nine martial sects. However, the country of ink did not do this, firstly, they felt that they did not need to do it at all, and they also had the idea of preserving their strength.

After all, some of these martial sects are only responsible for protecting their safety, and they are not involved in the entire operation.

But if you let them fight, they will be counted in the team. In this way, if there is any problem that is difficult to solve in the future, I am afraid that the country of ink will be used as a gun every time, which is not what they want to see.

So this time, the Land of Ink only sent five Martial Saints, and the remaining four were replaced by four Martial Heroes of the Great Maturity Period.

Soon, the camp on the side of the Land of Ink has also been lined up. The small group headed by Mo Yu is the three martial sects, no need to ask, this small group is also prepared to deal with Qin Sheng.

Although Mo Yu is conceited, he is not stupid. He also knew that Qin Sheng's Compassion Holy Sword was not vegetarian, and before he appeared, he would definitely send two martial sects to sharpen Qin Sheng's sharp energy.

Then he appeared on the stage, picked the fruits of victory, and trampled Qin Sheng under his feet.

The second group is composed of two martial arts and one martial artist. The third group is composed entirely of three martial artists.

Immediately, the two sides handed over the list of small groups to the referee, and the referee glanced at the two and said: "Da Shunguo is the host, and the Jiwu camp is on the side, please arrange the lineup of the small group first!"

Qin Sheng had long known that there would be such a situation, so he was not hypocritical immediately, and said directly: "My small group is the first, Ma Liang's small group is the second, and Zhao Zisong's small group is the third!"

"Ink Country, it's your turn!" the referee is only responsible for recording, not judging anything. So after simply sketching the list with a pen, he surrendered his gaze to Moyu.

Mo Yu smiled slightly: "I'm the first in the small group!"

Speaking of this, Mo Yu paused deliberately, looked at Qin Sheng with a playful expression, and then said slowly: "The second small group is the small group of our all-martial arts lineup!"

"What!" Qin Sheng's body shook and blurted out: "Aren't you kidding, you want to use two martial sects to deal with all of our gold-level small groups?"

"That's right!" Seeing Qin Sheng's panicked appearance, Mo Yu immediately laughed, and pretended to be pitying: "Don't worry, according to my estimate, after our second group destroys your second group, we will already be able to win this game." So our third group has no chance to meet at all, and you don't have to worry about my subordinates killing the killer!"

"Hmph!" Qin Sheng snorted coldly and said not to be outdone: "Are you so confident to defeat me, be careful that you won't see your so-called victory at all!"

"I'm so scared!" Mo Yu said pretending to be frightened, and then looked up to the sky and laughed. I only feel that the gloom of recent times has been swept away, and the whole person is ignited by the war spirit!