The seven Ning Dan Realm cultivators on the southern side all hesitated, and several of them secretly retreated.

As the so-called situation is stronger than people, the disparity in strength between the two sides is there, and everyone on this side originally gathered together to keep warm, in order to occupy some numerical advantages in collecting Biyun Tianxuan Grass, who knew that those monks of the Outer Immortal Kingdom also had such an idea.

Everyone circled down, and found that most of the monks on Frostwind Ridge were fighting in groups for a certain place, and none of them looked like they were easy to mess with.

They finally found this lesser-traveled valley, and before they could pick a few blue clouds and sky flowers, they were chased by this group of Daewoo Immortal Kingdom monks later, and finally the two sides held each other at the valley mouth for a long time, and no one wanted to let go of this piece of fat in their hands.

During this period, although the Xianmen monks on the Daewoo side were numerous and stronger, they did not dare to leave the group of Xianmen monks on the opposite side and go down alone to pick the blue clouds and sky flowers, and the few Xianmen disciples in the south were also a little unwilling and reluctant to leave.

When he was young, among the seven Ning Dan Realm cultivators of the Southern Realm Immortal Sect, a middle-aged man from the Yang Yuan Sect pondered for a moment and asked aloud, "When you say the highest combat power, you mean ......

On the side of Daewoo Immortal Kingdom, the burly man in the blue Taoist robe sneered lightly, and said in a strange manner, "Are you a fool!? The highest combat power naturally refers to us Ning Dan Realm, what is so difficult to understand?"

The man in Tsing Yi beside him also nodded and said, "That's exactly what it means, as long as we, the Ning Dan Realm cultivators, have a little bit of a fight to decide the winner, the others don't have to fight for their lives anymore, adding unnecessary casualties in vain, but letting others take advantage of it!"

"Ning Dan Realm? Sparring?" The middle-aged man from Yang Yuanzong looked back and forth between the two parties, and immediately said with a suspicious expression: "I want to ask more, there are sixteen of you, and there are only seven of us, how do you learn from this?"

Zhao Wenming, the leading disciple of Longyi Taoist Temple, said with a twinkle in his eyes: "Then naturally there should be how many people and how many people, which side can't stand it first, so it will take people away by itself, and you must not come here to provoke again!"

"Hah...... Haha, that's the idea you guys!" The middle-aged man from Yangyuan Sect laughed angrily, and reprimanded sharply: "This Spirit Valley was originally found by us first, and you relied on the number of people to come here to find trouble, and now you want to rely on the number of people to engage in a so-called competition to easily drive us away, maybe you think too well!"

As soon as this person's words fell, a rough-faced Shenfeng Sect disciple beside him shouted angrily, "Then what else is there to talk about? Hmph, if you don't let us go in to pick the blue clouds and sky flowers, you won't want to end up clean!"

As he spoke, several Ning Dan Realm monks from the Southern Realm Little Immortal Sect and the Scattered Cultivation Sect next to him all echoed in their voices, looking very righteous and courageous, but in fact, most of them were fierce and inward-looking.

"What's wrong? Haven't you given up yet?!" Zhao Wenming, a disciple of the Longyi Taoist Temple, snorted coldly and chuckled, "I think you really don't know how to do it! Oh, since you don't want to learn and want to continue to do it, then it will be as you wish." As he spoke, he picked up a purple flying sword and circled in the sky, looking like he was about to attack.

However, what was extremely strange was that the point of his sword blade did not seem to be on the seven Ning Dan Realm powerhouses on the opposite side, but instead locked on one of the disciples of the Heavenly Beast Sect.

"Huh?! What the hell does this dog mean?!" Liu Qingyi looked at the purple flying sword in front of him, and muttered, "Could it be that you want to come at me?!"

And at this moment, the man in green clothes on the side of the Daewoo Immortal Kingdom was already hurriedly shouting: "Brother Zhao Dao, do it slowly!"

The strong man in blue on the other side also smiled and persuaded, "Brother Zhao, don't worry, there is still something to say about this matter!"

"Oh?" Hearing the words of the two, Zhao Wenming frowned slightly, retracted his sword, and looked at them puzzled: "What did you say?"

The man in Tsing Yi saw that Zhao Wenming had stopped, and immediately said to the seven people opposite: "Everyone, since we have agreed to have a discussion, how can we rely on more and bully less. In my opinion, each of us will have three fights with three people, and whoever wins two games first, the blue clouds and sky grass in this valley will belong to whomever will belong to him, and the loser will not be allowed to disturb each other again, I don't know what you think?"

The seven smelled

Yan Jun frowned, and no one answered for a while.

Just a few people questioned how much the other party relied on and bullied less, and now that the other party has proposed a method of three people from each side to learn from each other, if they don't agree again, I am afraid that they will fall behind.

However, it is really my own business to know, among the seven Ning Dan Realm monks gathered in the southern realm this time, when it comes to cultivation realm, only the leading disciple of Yangyuan Sect can reach the realm of the middle stage of the Ning Dan realm, while those Daewoo Immortal Kingdom monks on the opposite side have reached the middle stage of the Ning Dan realm.

If the two sides each choose three people to compete, there will be two fights on the southern side that are in the early stage of the Ning Dan Realm against the middle stage of the Ning Dan Realm, which is still a must-lose game.

Originally, with the strength of the people in the southern realm, it was still possible to support the attack on the periphery, if they were to follow the calculations of these Daewoo Immortal Kingdoms, let them face to face with these monks of the Daewoo Immortal Kingdom, who were stronger in number, or select three people to fight, they were basically led to jump into the pit.

Thinking like this, everyone in the south is in a dilemma and can't make a decision.

"Hahaha, a bunch of rats!" Zhao Wenming looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, his eyes swept over the faces of the seven people opposite, and he immediately sneered: "With such a timid look like you, you still want to touch the blue clouds and sky grass, it's just laughing at others!"

When the rough man from Shenfeng Gate heard this, he immediately became furious, and scolded: "You guy, don't talk nonsense, who said that we don't have the guts, I will come to meet you for a while this time."

"Haha, okay, come on!" Zhao Wenming had a playful expression on his face, and he immediately flew out and glared at the Shenfeng Sect disciple who spoke extremely provocatively.

"Brother Zuo, wait! Since we're going to take over this discussion, we need to make a good total!" Seeing that the two of them were about to make a move if they didn't agree on a word, the middle-aged man from Yangyuanzong stopped the rough man surnamed Zuo from Shenfeng Gate, pulled him aside, and discussed it with the rest of the people in a low voice.

With such an agreement, in line with the mentality of treating a dead horse as a live horse doctor, the southern side was finally fought by the leading disciple of Yangyuan Sect, the man surnamed Zuo of Shenfeng Sect, and a monk of the Ning Dan Realm of Xiaoxian Sect.

On the other hand, the Daewoo Immortal Kingdom did not pay so much attention to it, except for Zhao Wenming, who invited himself to fight, and sent two mid-stage cultivators of the Ning Dan Realm at random, and the matter of learning was completely relaxed.

When the candidates for the two sides were selected, they began to choose their opponents.

The leading middle-aged disciple of Yangyuan Sect finally chose a young man in black among the three on the other side, the Xiaoxian Sect monk in the south chose another white-bearded old man in a blue robe, and the man surnamed Zuo from Shenfeng Sect still chose Zhao Wenming, the leading disciple of Longxia Daoist Temple.

At this moment, a lazy, fluttering voice suddenly came: "Everyone, wait a minute!"

The people on both sides followed the prestige, and saw that among the disciples of the Immortal Sect on the southern side, a young man in black flew up into the air, and in the blink of an eye, he fell in front of Zhao Wenming, the leading disciple of the Longyi Taoist Temple, glanced at him lightly, turned his head to the man surnamed Divine Blade Left, and said, "This person is handed over to me, you can find another one."

"Over to you?!" The man surnamed Zuo looked at Liu Qingyi for a moment, and was surprised to see that this person was just a Sanyang Realm monk, and said with an angry and funny look on his face, "Are you joking?!"

At this moment, among the group of people in the Heavenly Beast Gate, Zuo Shu also flew over and followed, and before he could get closer, he shouted towards the man surnamed Zuo in the Shenfeng Gate: "Uncle Liu, this is my senior brother Liu Qingyi, you let him go, it's no problem."

The man surnamed Zuo was stunned when he heard this, his eyes looked at Liu Qingyi fixedly, and he unconsciously muttered a few times in his mouth: "Heavenly Beast Gate? Liu Qingyi?!" Immediately realized, "It turned out to be you!"

As he spoke, he retreated a few steps without any delay, and gave up the disciple of the Longyi Taoist Temple, Zhao Wenming, to Liu Qingyi.

The middle-aged man from Yang Yuanzong turned his head and said in surprise, "Brother Zuo, this is ...... What's going on?"

"I'll change people!" The man surnamed Zuo replied lightly, swept over to the Southern Realm Little Immortal Sect Ning Dan Realm monk, buried his head and whispered for a while, and finally replaced him.

On the other side, the man in Tsing Yi with a solemn breath on the side of Daewoo Immortal Kingdom saw this scene, and he was a little different

He said impatiently, "Since the two sides have agreed on the highest combat strength to fight, a mere Sanyang Realm monk came to make a fuss, and it is not very appropriate to change people on the spot like this!"

"Rules? Horizontal and vertical are all three battles to determine the winner or loser, what rules are there to talk about!" Liu Qingyi smiled, his eyes drifted to Zhao Wenming opposite, and asked, "You dog platinum iridium, don't you want to mess with me?" Uncle is here to play with you this time, do you dare to take it?"

"Hahaha......" Zhao Wenming laughed out loud for a while, and said sarcastically: "I didn't expect you to come from looking for a way to die, and asked if I dared to take it, are you kidding me?" I'm a dignified Ning Dan Realm cultivator, am I still afraid of you as a little Sanyang Realm ant?!"

"In that case, then come." Liu Qingyi replied lightly, his body shook, and he went straight to the bottom of the valley.

Seeing this, Zhao Wenming's eyes narrowed slightly, a wisp of murderous intent flashed from the bottom of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth outlined a cruel smile, and then he jumped and chased Liu Qingyi to follow.

Seeing that the two of them did not agree on a word, they first found the bottom position to make a move, and the middle-aged man from Yangyuanzong also swept into the air, looked at the slightly weak man in black who had just been selected, and arched his hand: "Brother Dao, since you and I are just fighting for a match, if the victory or defeat has already been divided, please keep your hand or two!"

The man in black pursed his lips disdainfully, looking impatient: "What are you talking about? Let's get started!" As he spoke, he had already leaped into the sky, and the mid-stage realm powerhouse of the Yang Yuan Sect also took off and followed behind.

Not long after, the man surnamed Zuo from the Shenfeng Gate and the blue-robed old man flew to the other side of the sky, and began to bombard each other with immortal magic weapons.