The elders of the Mo and Han clans stared at Li Xiao and the madman with suspicion in their eyes.

"Where did the foreign aid come from, but could it be that the strength is too weak to speak?" said the elder of the Han clan contemptuously.

"Could it be that there is no one in the Qing clan, just find two people to make up the number?" The elder of the Mo clan joked: "Otherwise, the Qing clan will be conscious and forget the last place, so that we can all save effort and trouble." ”

Li Xiao and the madman seemed to be very normal at the moment, and they did not exude a wisp of the power of the six realms on their bodies.

Such an ordinary two, in the eyes of the Mo and Qing people, naturally seem a little "weak".

What's more, although the three clans abide by the rules of resource warfare, they are already at odds on weekdays, and it is normal for them to be ridiculed between words.

Therefore, Li Xiao didn't make a sound, anyway, his purpose was just to compete, that's all.

As for what others think and say about him, Li Xiao doesn't want to care, he just knows that he can help the Qing clan win a few games.

However, Li Xiao didn't care, Lao Thirteen didn't say anything, but the madman couldn't help it.

In the past few days, he has been pretending to be a scholar, and his heart is already full of breath.

Now, being ridiculed by the Mo and Han tribes again, even if the madman can bear it anymore, he can't help it at this moment!

"In the battle of the Demon God Realm, I alone will be enough to suppress all of you!" the madman said coldly, a touch of arrogance in his eyes.

Now, although in the world, the madman doesn't care about this.

He was once able to destroy an era with the strength of one person, and he was able to establish a holy race with one person, and he was crazy, but his arrogance was unsurpassed and insulted.

Therefore, the madman cannot bear it and does not want to endure it!

And his words attracted ridicule from the Mo and Han tribes.

It must be known that in the battle of the Demon God Realm, both sides sent five people.

The madman wants to settle the entire battle of the Demon God Realm by himself, that is, to use one against ten!

And the Demon God Realm cultivators sent by the Mo Clan and the Qing Clan are all Tianjiao in their respective clans, with strong strength and strong combat power, how can they let a madman get his wish.

Therefore, in the ears of everyone, the words of the madman are undoubtedly a joke.

Even the old thirteen frowned, feeling that the madman had gone too far.

Moreover, if he glanced at Li Xiao meaningfully, it means that you, the young master, have not spoken, why are your scholars even more arrogant than you.

"I'll leave it to you, I'll go and rest. ”

However, Li Xiao never glanced at Lao Thirteen.

I saw that after he dropped a sentence, he lazily walked to the open space not far away, lying on his back, as if he was pretending to sleep.

"This ...... Can this work?" Old Thirteen was stunned, and he suddenly felt a little weak.

If Li Xiao and the madman had something to do, and the Qing clan lost the battle in the Demon God Realm, the consequences would be very serious.

It must be known that among the three wars, the Qing clan is only the most sure of the battle of the Demon God Realm.

If in the battle of the Demon God Realm, the Qing clan does not get a good ranking, then the situation of the Qing clan will be very embarrassing.

Even, when the resource war is over, it may be lost because of the battle of the Demon God Realm, resulting in the Qing clan ranking at the bottom.

At that time, the losses of the Qing clan were almost immeasurable!

"Master Black...... This is not child's play, you let a scholar fight...... Isn't there something wrong?" Old Thirteen walked up to Li Xiao and asked awkwardly.

"If you don't believe me, he and I can withdraw. Li Xiao squinted her eyes and said, "What's the matter?"

"No, no, no, I didn't mean that......" The old thirteen was speechless for a moment, he couldn't let Li Xiao and the madman quit now, right?

Now quit, where is he going to find two more people to compete?

Even if you find someone from within the Qing clan and send someone over, it's too late.

"The battle of the Demon God Realm, begin!"

After a few breaths, the elders of the three clans announced the start of the first battle of the resource war.

The battle of the Demon God Realm is a one-on-one battle.

However, the first place is qualified to pick opponents, and the second place, although not qualified to pick opponents, has the right to refuse, and he can choose to refuse to be challenged by others.

As for the third place, there is no right!

And the Qing clan, in the last resource war, happened to be the third place, so in this resource war, they have no rights at all.

"Pick me! I'm going to knock you down!"

At this moment, the madman's madness came up, standing outside the formation, pointing at several contestants of the Han Clan.

After all, a madman can't help it, he has no right to challenge anyone, he can only wait to be challenged.

"Since you are in a hurry to die, then I will fulfill you!"

At this moment, a young man of the Han clan stared, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, pointed at the madman, and said, "Enter the formation!"

"Okay!" The madman immediately became excited, and after entering the formation, he hooked his finger at the Han boy and said playfully: "Come on." ”

"Heh, arrogant!" the young man of the Han clan snorted coldly, the power of ice on his body condensed, and the ice thorns in front of him manifested.

Rumble!

......

The next moment, everyone only heard the sound of breaking the sky, and then saw a blue color drown the madman.

If you look closely, the blue color is an endless ice thorn!

"Vulnerable!"

"This is the foreign aid invited by the Qing people? It's so weak that it doesn't even have the strength to resist. ”

......

At this moment, the people of the Han and Mo clans chuckled again and again, and even the face of the old thirteen darkened.

Even, the old thirteen is a little desperate!

After all, looking at the picture in front of him, the madman doesn't even have the strength to resist, so it's good to survive!

Bang!

However, suddenly, a muffled sound came out, like a thunderclap, and everyone was numb.

Immediately, I saw the madman's palm poking out from the cold ice thorns in the sky, and where the palm passed, a terrifying and violent spiritual power was reversing, like a whirlpool.

As far as the palm of his hand passed, there was only spiritual power, and the rest of the power was not exerted at all.

However, it is this simple, most ordinary power, in the palm of a madman, like a tiger and wolf, extremely fierce.

The palm of his hand was like a stone tablet, and under the sweep, the cold ice thorns in the sky instantly shattered, turning into wisps of azure divine light, floating in the air.

At the same time, the trend of his palm did not decrease, and under the fury of spiritual power, his big hand fell from the sky, directly slapping the young man of the Han clan to the ground!

"Did I win?"

At this moment, the madman looked confused, and seemed to be a little unconvinced, how could the opponent be so weak.

You know, he didn't even use the power of the six realms, he just relied on the power of spiritual power!

"Qing Clan wins!"

At this moment, the elders of the three clans looked very different and had different thoughts in their hearts, but they would not mess around, and announced the victory of the madman on the spot.

"Winner, have a choice?" the madman was excited, his eyes rolling, and his gaze fell on a group of young people of the Mo tribe.

"This ...... It's not this group, it's the group in front of you! The group of people you see are back to the true realm!" Old Thirteen saw that something was wrong with the madman's eyes, and couldn't help wiping a cold sweat, and hurriedly reminded the madman.

(End of chapter)