Yan Mo's strength is too shocking, and the next games are overshadowed and generally uninteresting. Yan Mo also closed his mind as he did just now, quietly waiting for the start of the next round.

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"The next round is about to begin, please prepare the players who will be playing!" the referee's voice sounded in the arena, and this time he was looking in the direction of Yan Mo as he spoke. Yan Mo slowly opened his eyes and walked leisurely towards the stage. Because he is No. 9, and No. 10 has also been killed, all of them must be the first to appear in Yanmo.

Yan Mo was faced with a short young man, he walked up to the stage and saluted Yan Mo, his thin face revealing a stubborn expression.

"Yan Feng, don't force it!" said a middle-aged man on the stage to him.

The thin young man nodded to the audience, then said to Yan Mo, "I know you're strong!

"Okay!" Looking at Yan Feng's fluctuating face, Yan Mo showed an approving face for the first time, facing a person who knew that he was far stronger than himself and dared to challenge, he would definitely not be a lonely and nameless coward in the future.

"Go!" shouted the referee with a wave of his hand.

This time, Yan Mo took the initiative to attack and faced a respectable opponent, and the best way was to defeat him with all his might!

"Sunny Slash!" Yan Mo muttered. Suddenly, the arena once again shone with dazzling brilliance, and a red sword transformed by spiritual energy appeared in Yan Mo's hand again, and the sharp and scorching aura cut through Yan Feng's body like a blade, and a trace of bright red blood oozed from his pale face.

"Red Flame Flame!" The young man's whole body erupted with blood-red light, his eyes were red as he looked at the approaching white blade, and his hands waved to push the spiritual power gathered in his hand into the scorching blade in the air.

Rumble...

A wave of heat struck the audience, and the capable disciples dissolved the power with a flick of their hands, while the weaker disciples could only endure the burning.

"You... It's so strong!" Yan Feng finished speaking, and fell to the ground.

Yan Mo walked forward, the dragon's breath turned on, and slowly injected the breath of life into Yan Feng's body, and he was shocked to find that the meridians in Yan Feng's body were actually broken, and the five internal organs were displaced.

"This person!" Yan Mo exclaimed.

The middle-aged man on the stage had already rushed down, and he was relieved to see that the breath of the hot wind gradually stabilized.

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness, Third Prince. The man looked at Yan Mo with a complicated expression.

"Just let him go and recuperate for a few days, don't use your spiritual power these days. Yan Mo looked at Yan Feng and asked.

The middle-aged man nodded, hugged the hot wind and stepped down.

"Announce the results!" Yan Mo glanced at the referee and said lightly.

"Oh, the 9th wins, and it's in the final!" shouted the referee with a red face.

Yan Mo didn't return to his seat, so he found an empty seat in the nearest place and sat down, because the next game would soon be over. The people on the side saw Yan Mo coming over, and hurriedly sat on the side, as if Yan Mo was some kind of vicious and wicked person.

"This boy is not simple!" said the white-haired old man on the podium with a deep face. He carefully watched Yan Mo's every move in the duel just now, and the spiritual power turned into a sword and the sun slash were all released as if they were all released in one go, and there was no suspicion of using props at all.

In the other corner of the player's seat, that cold eye was also paying attention to Yan Mo, and he sighed in his heart, "It's so strong!

A young man on the side also looked at him with a complicated expression, "Is there a problem?"

"It's not a big problem! It's just a little tricky. The cold look in his eyes fluctuated slightly.

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"The final match is about to start, so please take your seats. The referee shouted again.

"Wait!" At this moment, a loud voice sounded from the rostrum, and Yan Mo opened his eyes. Look at the owner of that voice.

An old figure landed on the arena, his gray hair fluttering in the wind, he looked at Yan Mo and said, "I am Yan Yang, the Great Elder of the Yanhuang Sect, His Royal Highness the Third Prince is amazingly talented, unparalleled in the world, and the last game without suspense does not need to be played again!"

Yan Mo looked at this white-haired old man expressionlessly, the sense of oppression brought to him by this person was very strong, and the level of spiritual power was about the level of Wang Lingjing, the same as the ice cube woman he met last time.

"Hehehe! His Royal Highness the Third Prince's talent will be enough to crown the Yanlong Kingdom in the future, I wonder if His Royal Highness the Prince can have a belonging?" the white-haired old man said to Yan Mo with a smile.

Yan Mo shook his head expressionlessly.

"Hahahaha! How does His Royal Highness the Prince look at my Yanhuang Sect! Although my Yanhuang Sect is not the most powerful sect in the Apocalypse Continent, it is also a powerful sect in the Yanlong Country, if His Royal Highness the Third Prince does not belong, you can come to my sect for the time being, although the Yanhuang Sect is not very rich, but it is willing to tilt a lot of resources to His Royal Highness the Third Prince, how about it?"

"Yan Mo has thanked the Great Elder for his kindness in advance, but the family master has a life, and I am not allowed to join any sect in the Apocalypse Continent, so the Great Elder's invitation, Yan Mo will not obey his fate!" Yan Mo clasped his fists with his hands to Yan Yang.

"Oh, I don't know who in the world can become the mentor of His Royal Highness the Prince, can you tell me a thing or two?" Yan Yang asked with squinted eyes.

"The family teacher has already become an immortal, so it's inconvenient to reveal!" Yan Mo smiled and pointed to the sky and said to Yan Yang.

Yan Yang's face changed, and he thought to himself, "Could it be that this kid's teacher is a god-level powerhouse? This person ......"

However, his face quickly returned to normal, and he smiled and said, "Rashly offending His Royal Highness the Prince's mentor is old and ignorant." ”

Yan Mo smiled noncommittally at this.

"Then what kind of reward does His Royal Highness the Third Prince want?" Yan Yang said to Yan Mo with a smile on his face.

"Give me the resources that you can lean towards the core disciples!" Yan Mo said without pretentiousness.

Suddenly, the scene boiled, and everyone talked about it.

"This Yan Mo is really greedy, and he doesn't want to be a disciple of our Yanhuang Sect, he has the resources to want a core disciple, he dreams!"

"It's just, can you do whatever you want by fabricating a teacher who doesn't know whether it exists or not?"

"The Great Elder gave him face like that, and he kicked his nose in the face!"

......

All the invective was directed at Yan Mo, and Yan Mo looked at Yan Yang quietly like this, watching what he said.

"Hey, the prince of Yanmo is peerless, peerless, I wanted to stay in the sect and cultivate, in the future, he will definitely be a role in the world, born in our Yanlong country, it must be a great fortune for our country, since we don't agree, we can only give up! We told Prince Yanmo before, the reward is given according to the reward of our clan, that... Just follow what Prince Yanmo said," Yan Yang said helplessly.

"Wait a minute, Great Elder!" At this moment, a figure appeared beside Yan Yang.

"Great Elder! Although Yan Mo is extremely talented, he is not a member of our Yanhuang Sect after all, if the resources are given to Yan Mo, then our sect may cultivate one less genius, please take back the fate." Yan Mo took a look, wasn't it the nineteenth elder who was embarrassing himself at the door today?

"The Great Elder doesn't know anything! A few days ago, when I returned to the Yanhuang Sect with MSI from a training trip, we accidentally bumped into a child, and we were powerless to save him, and Yan Mo humiliated our Yanhuang Sect in front of the public, and the Great Elder has now given him resources, which will chill the hearts of our clan!" Elder Nineteen continued to say emotionally.

Suddenly, the scene was like an explosion:

"This Yan Mo is not from our Yanhuang Sect, he still wants to come and ask for resources, let's dream!"

"Humiliate our Yanhuang Sect and drive him out!"

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"I knew it!" Yan Mo sneered in his heart, before that, he would never believe that Yan Huang Sect would give away a large amount of resources to an outsider with such a good person.

"Elder Nineteen is not right to say that!" At this time, another familiar figure appeared beside Yan Yang.

"Oh, does the young sect master want to help an outsider?" The one who spoke just now was Yan Weixing who he had met before, and the nineteenth elder squinted at Yan Weixing.

"Grandpa's word, if he doesn't believe it, wouldn't it make outsiders laugh at my Yanhuang Sect?" Yan Weixing glanced at the Nineteenth Elder and said to Yan Yang.

Yanmo "......"

"Why don't we let Yan Mo compete with the core disciples of the sect, if Yan Mo can win, then he naturally has the qualifications to take away the resources, and he is not afraid that others will not be convinced, if he loses, then the great elder may as well give Yan Mo some compensation, so as to show the generosity of our sect." Yan Weixing then said unhurriedly.

"Hehe! singing and harmonizing, it's so good!" Yan Mopi thought with a smile.

"Hmm... Your Highness Yan Mo, what do you mean?" Yan Yang looked at Yan Mo and said in an inquiring tone.

"Do I have the same choice?" Yan Mo spread his hands out, looking indifferent.

"Let's get started!" Yan Yang pretended to be embarrassed.

"Yan Yan, you go!" Yan Weixing said, looking at the corner of the contestant.

A sturdy figure appeared on the stage, with fiery red hair, bulging chest muscles holding the clothes in front of him without a trace of wrinkles, and a pair of dark red eyes staring coldly at Yan Mo in front of him.

"My name is Yan Yan!