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Seven days later, the Guard Battalion was once again semi-closed.

Along the fence of the guard camp, it was crowded with people who came to observe the holy city of Wenxiu, and there was a sea of people. Some identities were placed on temporary viewing platforms on both sides of the martial arts arena.

On the side facing the gate of the guard camp, there is also a high platform. On the stage, there were about more than ten people sitting, all of them were not angry and self-assured, with a different aura unique to the strong, and the intention of stabbing the soul flowed.

In the middle, there is a middle-aged man with a modest face, who occasionally talks to the people around him, and looks very approachable. He was dressed in green clothes, with a slight ripple of emerald green around his body, appearing and disappearing from time to time, and from a distance, there was a feeling of a towering tree standing.

This is the representative sent by the Sanctuary this time, the internal guard of the Sanctuary worships Chen Xiang, and has the amazing power of the Soul Capture Period.

And beside him are the head of the Wang family and Xing Feng.

Xing Feng, as a representative of the government, was very low-key, sitting in a high position, the old god was at ease, squinting his eyes and sweeping the young Tianjiao of nearly a thousand people below from time to time, without saying a word.

The head of the Wang family is much more active, talking with Chen Xiang frequently, and making friendships......

Gradually, the teenagers gradually stood in groups, and there was already a slight friction in order to compete for the vantage point of the terrain on that side.

Chen Xiang roughly swept the martial arts arena and said with a smile: "There are a lot of powerful guys this year!"

"Hehe! The Northwest Holy City, among the Seven Cities, has always been full of talents, and the people in the poor mountains and bad waters are not vegetarians!" said the head of the Wang family with a faint confidence.

Chen Xiang sighed, his eyes slowly fell on the squad in the middle of the martial arts arena, and nodded thoughtfully.

There, there was a team of eight humanistic cultivators, and in their bodies, Chen Xiang felt a different kind of soul stabbing meaning from afar.

In particular, the stabbing souls of seven of them seem to be extremely weird, either soul species or soul positions, revealing evil. They seemed to stand casually, but they were secretly organized, and with Chen Xiang's eyesight, he was sure that as long as he suddenly shouted, the seven people would be able to rumble quickly and turn into a devouring black hole.

There is only one young man wearing a red scarf, who is in a team with seven people in his position, but both the breath and the hidden organization exclude him.

Chen Xiang's eyes shrank and observed carefully, and his heart shook slightly.

"This person, or maybe he didn't have a team with them before!, then, is he the young man that Pei Gong mentioned......" As he muttered to himself, his gaze skimmed the audience again, as if there was no other young man wearing a red scarf.

Chen Xiang once again looked at his appearance, and felt his stinging soul. But when the man didn't finally reveal the stabbing spirit, he wasn't sure.

"These guys are going to sweep away the leaves with a strong wind and drive people out of the martial arts field!" The unique position of the eight people made Chen Xiang smile slightly. Others tried their best to drill into the corners to reduce the face of the enemy, but these eight people were in the posture of hunters, making enemies on all sides! "Interesting~!"

"I heard that the two Tianjiao of the Wang family are also participating in the Sacred Domain election this year?" Chen Xiang took the initiative to ask before the election officially began.

The head of the Wang family smiled, "They are already here!" His finger pointed at him from afar, helping Chen Xiang lock the two in the huge martial arts arena. "In the future, when they go to the Holy Domain, I hope that Brother Chen Xiang can take care of them more!"

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say!"

Chen Xiang replied with a smile and looked at the two.

Wang Lingfeng was standing in the crowd under the high platform, and beside him, there were nine young children from other clans, forming a team of ten people. Among them, the weakest one also has the strength to enter the ink nine products, which should not be underestimated.

Wang Lingfeng at this moment is even colder than seven days ago.

In the past seven days, I don't know what means he used, when he stood quietly, there was occasionally an uncontrollable cyan wind whirlwind flying out of his body, arousing the cyan air bait. From a distance, it seems that the Yuan Force in the body is overflowing and chaotic. If it weren't for the fact that he stood as calm as a cloud, staring straight at the center of the martial arts arena with his eyes like hooks, people would have thought that he had gone mad.

Chen Xiang saw the cyan yuan power overflowing on Wang Lingfeng's body, stared slightly imperceptibly, and glanced at the head of the Wang family.

Look at Wang Shaoren again. He not only has five cultural and cultivation partners by his side, but also a puppet like a black rock giant more than a foot high, standing in the martial arts arena like a flock, dazzling. The puppet's breath exuded the coercion of the heavy Qi Sea Realm, which made the young people's hearts tremble. Compared with the previous two teams, this place is like a forbidden place for cultural cultivation, and people avoid it from afar.

Wang Shaoren smiled smugly and cruelly, standing in front of the behemoth puppet, full of confidence.

These two ......

Chen Xiang smacked his lips inexplicably, "The two sons of the Wang family really have their own abilities! Presumably, it should not be difficult to pass the general election this time......

Although he said this, his brows couldn't help frowning slightly. The methods of the two seem to be a little unacceptable!

The embarrassed look of the head of the Wang family flashed away, and then said lightly: "With their ability, it is not difficult to enter the holy realm. "The implication is that after all, you have the strength to enter the Holy Realm, and as for the process, you just have to watch.

Chen Xiang snorted, noncommittal.

He vaguely felt that there was a dark wave surging in today's Sanctuary election that he couldn't see clearly. The strange team of seven people, the two Tianjiao of the Wang family, and a... seems to be a teenager that Pei Gong values......

"Interesting!"

A slight inaudible grunt came out of his mouth, contemplating.

......

"There are a lot of people~!" Mo Liang stood for a long time, and sighed a little boredly.

Han Bing, who was almost submerged in the crowd, looked indifferent, raised his eyelids, and said nonchalantly: "It's just cannon fodder!"

Mo Liang smiled slightly, Han Bing's arrogance was a little bit of his taste.

He glanced at the eye-catching puppet, then turned his neck again, gently met Wang Lingfeng's fierce gaze, and said carelessly: "It's not simple! I think the second son of the Wang family seems to be holding back his strength today." ”

The corners of Han Bing's mouth twitched, looking at the raging fire of war in Mo Liang's eyes, "Isn't this exactly what you expected?"

Mo Liang was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "It's too easy to win, I always feel so unhappy! For today, I have endured it for a year, and if the opponent can't help but beat, it will inevitably seem that I am making a big fuss." ”

Han Bing glanced at Mo Liang meaningfully, "I think, today's Wang Lingfeng should be enough to give you a headache......!"

After several exchanges, he also found that Mo Liang and Wang Lingfeng seemed to have a deeper grudge. But he didn't care, and trampling the annoying Wang Lingfeng under his feet was also something he was very keen on.

Mo Liang pouted, "This guy can't always fight in a dignified manner!"

"But that's fine. Crush it with all his pride, and see what kind of arrogance he has!, this is what I want to explain!" Mo Liang licked his lips bloodthirstily, as if the hot blood qi in his body began to roar again, giving him incomparable strength to vent endlessly.

As the Wen Xiu gradually found their place in the martial arts arena, on the high platform, Chen Xiang slowly stood up. The voices of the crowd immediately fell silent, their eyes brushed together, and all the teenagers clenched their fists in unison at this moment, and their fighting intent rose.

"Let's get started!"

Chen Xiang's voice spread faintly. The moment the words fell, the nearly 1,000 young Tianjiao on the martial arts arena, the stabbing soul was like a hundred flowers in spring, popping out layer after layer. For a time, this scene was quite spectacular, the birds, beasts, flowers and insects, hundreds of utensils, and more roaring sounds, resounding in the sky.

Wang Lingfeng's gaze never left Mo Liang from beginning to end, and at this time, he gritted his teeth and made a gesture towards Mo Liang to wipe his neck. Then, with a roar of "roar", the silver-white battle ranger leaped out. As soon as it appeared, it was like the king of the white beasts, biting on all sides, forcing all the stabbing souls around it away, domineering and majestic.

Mo Liang snorted coldly, and when he slowly stretched out his arm, a vine full of thorns rose for no reason, winding around his arm, and quickly spinning and floating in the air, and when the thorns swirled into a ball, a black and faint flower was about to bloom in it.

When Mo Liang's Assassin Soul appeared, the surrounding Wen Xiu's Assassin Soul all dimmed, with the intention of dodging.

However, the ensuing scuffle left this bizarre scene unnoticed. In the eyes of the people, Mo Liang's thorn is nothing more than an ordinary thorn grass.

The seven monsters in Wancun also laughed strangely, and poofed to show the stabbing soul.

At the moment when Han Bing's Ice Silkworm Assassin Soul appeared, a white cold aura spread visibly to the naked eye, enveloping the space of about a zhang, making the Wen Xiu in it cold and extremely alert.

Battle, on the verge of breaking out!

Ps. chasing more children's shoes, are there any free appreciation tickets and starting coins~ The countdown to the 515 red envelope list is over, I'll pull a ticket, ask for an increase and appreciation vote, and finally rush a handful!