If at this time, they are competing with these rising forces, I am afraid that they will lose sight of one or the other. [Full text reading. 】

What's more, the forces under the earliest destroyed sects, such as Jiaye Pagoda and Lingnan, have been completely swallowed up by the forces of this seventh camp.

If you want them to spit it out, and don't give some sweetness, I'm afraid they can't.

Therefore, after listening to Haimo Feng's words, after the three sect masters of the lower three sects glanced at each other, the sect master of the Jiaye Pagoda said to Haimo Feng: "Accurate, don't say that our six sects dominate the Lechuan Continent and don't give newcomers a chance to come out."

How are you going to divide it? ”

Seeing this, Hai Mofeng turned his head and nodded at Jiaxuan Moyan, who was sitting on Lou Xing's main seat.

Seeing this, Jiaxuan Moyan slowly stood up, took out a book from his arms, and said in a loud voice: "Under the division of the original Lingnan family's power, the Qiu District, Dongheng, and the area are owned by the Lingnan family.

Maung River, Lishui, owned by the Feichen Sect, the original ......"

The cold voice flew, not to ask for advice, but to announce it directly.

The upper and lower three cases have returned to their former heights.

A force in the seventh camp, no one spoke against it.

The six sects broke up and had their world, and the six sects were reconciled, so even if they swallowed it, I am afraid they would really have to spit it out.

Otherwise, if the power of the six sects recovers in the future, then they are not ......

After a series of loud readings, the forces of the six sects did not suffer a big loss at all, and the seventh camp was only a small corner.

"Do you have any objections?" After Jiaxuan Moyan finished reading it, Hai Mofeng slowly turned to face the people of the seventh camp.

There are thirteen forces in the seventh camp, and the largest of them is none other than the four major forces of the two sects, Lingnan and Jiayeta.

In the face of Haimofeng's indifferent but aggressive momentum, the representatives of the nine forces in the seventh camp did not dare to speak, but only promised.

The four leaders with the greatest power among them glanced at each other, and one of them said slowly: "This decision is not my turn, and I need to repay my master." ”

The other three coldly seconded.

"Master?" Hai Mofeng was stunned, they still have their masters.

"Hehe, when you get to the gate of my sect, why don't you go in and sit? The six sects gathered outside my sect, which will make the world laugh at me for not knowing how to entertain. ”

And just when Hai Mofeng and the Six Sects were stunned, a clear voice came, and the group stepped through the vast fog and appeared in front of everyone.