The scope of the Duan Desolate Palace is extremely vast, and there is an area in it, which is specially used to receive visitors from some other forces, under normal circumstances, the disciples of the Desolate Palace will not come to this place.

But today, this reception area was overcrowded, and a large number of black figures were surging, and faintly, there were some noisy sounds, and the smell of flames that spread out of them was also mixed with a thick anger.

On the battle platform in the center of the crowd, there were two agile figures constantly flashing and staggering, and each intersection would produce huge collision fluctuations.

But there are some cultivation gaps between the two, and under this collision again and again, the figure with a lower cultivation retreats and is completely suppressed by his opponent.

The disciples of the Desolate Palace looked at the battle on the battle platform, and their faces were all very ugly.

Because, the person who cultivated to a low level and was crushed backwards again and again was the person from the Desolate Palace.

If this one loses again, it will be two losses in four games, and most importantly, in the next fifth game, the chances of the Desolate Palace winning are very slim.

At the same time, opposite the many disciples of the Desolate Palace, there was a group of young people in green robes embroidered with mountain patterns, who were laughing unscrupulously as they watched the battle situation, and their eyes were full of ridicule.

Sure enough, the suppression on the battle platform only lasted for a short time before it came to an end.

I saw that the disciple of Qinghua Mountain suddenly threw a punch, directly shaking the disciple of the Desolate Palace to the end, and then stepped on him with a heavy foot.

"I've always heard how powerful the disciples of the Desolate Palace are, and when I look at it today, it's nothing more than that."

The Qinghua Mountain disciple's eyes swept over the many Desolate Palace disciples in the audience, and grinned proudly: "Even I can't beat it, let alone the next palm, our senior brother hasn't made a move yet, I don't think there is any need to continue this last battle, right?" ”

As the words fell, he kicked the man under his feet away.

At the same time, this scene caused the disciples of Qinghua Mountain behind him to laugh one after another, and the sound of ridicule came like a tide.

Such words and such actions made the faces of the disciples of the Desolate Palace more and more ugly, and the anger they exuded became more and more intense, but it was more of a sense of grievance.

"If it weren't for the fact that our senior brothers in the Desolate Palace were all in retreat and cultivating, they would definitely beat you to the ground and flee, how could we have allowed you to be presumptuous here!"

Suddenly, someone immediately shouted out the hearts of all the disciples of the Desolate Palace.

In the face of such words, the disciples of Qinghua Mountain were still full of smiles, and the ridicule on their faces did not diminish in the slightest, but even worse.

"Even so? Does this mean that you have already admitted that the desolation is missing the few retreat people, and the rest are all weak? The barren palace, there is no one to fight for? ”

"What's more, it's really hard to say whether it's a retreat or a fear of fighting."

"It seems that now the Barren Palace is also lonely, and it is no longer worthy to continue to be called the strongest sect in the Qinghuang Wilderness."

The voice and momentum of the disciples of Qinghua Mountain directly suppressed the disciples of the Desolate Palace, so that the latter had no words to refute at all, and could only grit his teeth in a muffled voice.

And the elders of Qinghua Mountain, who were sitting on the high platform with the elders of the Barren Palace, pretended to be ashamed and apologized to the elders of the Barren Palace: "The disciples are not sensible, please don't be surprised." ”

However, the smugness and smiles on the faces of these Qinghua Mountain elders showed the falsehood and perfunctory nature of their words without concealment.

"Humph!"

The elders of the Desolate Palace all looked gloomy and snorted coldly.

"Whew!"

And at this moment, a sound of breaking the sky suddenly swept from the sky in the distance, falling in the direction of this side of the battle platform.

When the elders of the Desolate Palace saw that figure, they were all stunned, and a strange look appeared on their faces.

In their opinion, there seems to be some possibility of a turnaround in today's ending, but this possibility is not big.

After all, although Yi Xiaoyao is extraordinary, he has not grown up after all.

And those disciples of the Desolate Palace who were full of grievances and anger, after seeing the falling figure clearly, were full of surprise and exclaimed.

"Easy to escape!"

"It's Senior Brother Yi, he's finally here!"

These disciples of the Desolate Palace suddenly rekindled their hope.

At this moment, Yi Xiaoyao landed on the battle platform with the green kite, and felt that the eyes full of hope and savior, he was also a little helpless.

Those people in Qinghua Mountain, after seeing Yi Xiaoyao's arrival and feeling Yi Xiaoyao's breath, their hearts were all relieved, but when they saw the performance of the disciples of the Barren Palace, their faces were full of weirdness.

"What's the situation, it seems that the people in the Barren Palace seem to care about this person very much?"

"Isn't it possible, the Desolate Palace will send this kid to fight our senior brother next, right?"

Without waiting for them to question, the next thing is to determine what they have in mind.

"I brought Yi Xiaoyao here, and I'll leave it to him next!"

Qing Kite said to everyone in the Barren Palace, as if to reassure everyone.

Everyone in the Barren Palace rushed over and asked Yi Xiaoyao: "Senior Brother Yi, if you lose this last battle, it means that my Barren Palace has been defeated, Senior Brother Yi, are you sure that you can win?" ”

Although they have great hopes for Yi Xiaoyao, and they also know that Yi Xiaoyao is extraordinary, Yi Xiaoyao's cultivation is too low after all, and the other party's strength is too strong.

"The last one, who of them will play? How strong is it? ”

Yi Xiaoyao did not answer immediately, but asked everyone to confirm.

"It's that guy, Song Ya, the number one disciple of the younger generation of Qinghua Mountain, it is said that his cultivation has already broken through to the Yin and Yang Sevenfold Realm!"

Immediately, someone pointed to a young man in tight red clothes on the other side and introduced Yi Xiaoyao.

"The Seven Realms of Yin and Yang?"

When Yi Xiaoyao heard this, his eyes narrowed, the other party had already entered the sevenfold realm of yin and yang, which should be much stronger than the Qingnan he had defeated before.

It seems that the strength of the top disciples in other sects is also not to be underestimated.

However, in the face of the expectations of so many fellow students, how can Yi Xiaoyao be afraid of war?

"Leave it to me."

The faint voice reached the ears of the disciples of the Desolate Palace, causing an inexplicable sense of stability in their hearts.

And this also made the Qinghua Mountain disciples over there look even more weird.

"They actually pinned their hopes on a person in the dual realm of yin and yang?"

"It seems that the Desolate Palace is really empty!"

"Not only is there no one, but the rest of the people are so arrogant, the little yin and yang dual realm, they dare to fight the strongest disciple of my Qinghua Mountain!"

A piece of doubt and sarcasm came into Yi Xiaoyao's ears, making him look at Qinghua Mountain behind him.

"No one in the Barren Palace? Even if it were as you say, the emaciated camel was bigger than the horse. ”

Yi Xiaoyao snorted indifferently, and then hooked his hand towards Song Ya, the great disciple of Qinghua Mountain.

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(End of chapter)