Hearing Han Wentuo's words, all the disciples' eyes were almost like fire, and the disciples who were already a little grumpy opened their mouths and scolded.

"Pingdang Sect is amazing, isn't it that we Qingyunmen can't hold our head up?"

"You old ghost, you're the shrunken turtle!"

"We're still afraid that you won't succeed, so we will beat them up so much that we don't even know their mothers. ”

Ignoring the words of all the disciples, Han Wentuo stood in the void, feeling the majestic killing power of Lu Zhenqun in front of him, his face became solemn, his black robe continued to fly, and the momentum on his body rose sharply, facing the terrifying momentum of Lu Zhenqun.

"Bang!" The void was shaken, and the momentum of the two people collided with each other like mountains, and a dull sound suddenly sounded in the air, and the majestic momentum leaked out.

All the disciples below suddenly froze, and it was just a trace of terrifying momentum that leaked like a huge mountain range that could not be reached at the top of the mountain, making them feel an incomparably huge pressure, and their chests seemed to be suffocated, and they all looked at Han Wentuo in black robes in the sky in shock, but they didn't expect Han Wentuo to have a strength comparable to that of the Great Elder of the First Gate Sect of the Wuyan Empire.

The atmosphere at the scene was tense, the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder, as long as there was no agreement, the next battle would be an incomparably terrifying battle, Lu Zhenqun and Han Wentuo were both among the top elders of the great sects of the Wuyan Empire, this fight must have an incomparably terrifying destructive power, and the entire Qingyunmen may not be spared.

Just when everyone thought that the battle was inevitable, a faint voice rang out.

"Rubeus, it's okay. ”

Everyone followed the sound and looked over, and it was Yu Longxiang on the huge platform, Yu Longxiang tapped the chair with the fingers of his right hand, and his face was indifferent.

Hearing this, Lu Zhenqun's whole body was full of momentum, and he took a step in the void, leaving an afterimage in the same place, and instantly appeared next to Yu Longxiang, and sat down with a flick of the sleeves of his robe.

Yu Longxiang waved his hand, and the hazy smoke around the outer end of Qingyun Gate quickly dimmed, and then slowly disappeared.

Losing the cover of the Great Array of Protectors, Qingyunmen was quickly exposed to the air, and it suddenly became clear.

Han Wentuo looked at Yu Longxiang unexpectedly, accepting provocation at this time is the most irrational behavior, what is the mind of this young master?

"In that case, it's better to be respectful than to obey your fate......!"

Han Wentuo didn't think about it, he turned around, and his figure shot away, leaving only the sound of laughter in the sky.

As the loud laughter in the sky slowly dissipated, many disciples showed anger on their faces, obviously very dissatisfied with the arrogant Han Wentuo.

Lu Zhenqun stroked his white beard and groaned silently.

"The facts will shut them up, I believe that Ye Feng and Ling Xiao have this strength, even if they are injured. Yu Longxiang smiled faintly, his eyes were full of strong confidence, undoubted.

When Han Wentuo went out to lead the disciples in, all the disciples of the outer sect of the Qingyun Sect were also lined up in a tofu-shaped square formation, and the hundred disciples who had entered the second round of the competition stood in front of them.

When all the disciples returned to their respective positions, as far as the line of sight could see, dozens of black shadows quickly approached, and the person at the head was none other than Han Wentuo.

In just a moment, Han Wentuo had already brought dozens of disciples to the front of the arena, and these dozens of disciples, both male and female, were all dressed in green clothes, and they were about fifteen years old, and they were the outer disciples of the Pingdang Sect.

Han Wentuo took a step forward, and ten disciples stood neatly behind him, looking at each other with the tens of thousands of disciples opposite.

Almost all of the outer disciples were staring at the array of only ten people on the opposite side.

Looking at the hundred scarred Qingyun Sect disciples in front of them, the eyes of dozens of teenagers were full of disdain.

The group of Qingyun Sect disciples were immediately furious, and their angry eyes looked at the disciples of the Pingdang Sect fiercely, if their eyes could kill, they might have been cut by a thousand knives.

Standing at the forefront of the crowd, Ye Feng's expression was flat, even if the disciples of the Pingdang Sect were arrogant and abnormal, they were still unmoved, where the clothes on his right hand were broken, the thin wound was no longer bleeding, and a bloody scab formed on the surface, and it even began to heal slowly.

Xiang Ling Xiao was standing next to Ye Feng, the wound on his right shoulder had already been bandaged, and he waved his right hand lightly, frowning slightly at Ling Xiao, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

The atmosphere at the scene became tense again, and the smell of gunpowder was thick in the ranks of the two sides.

Han Wentuo's eyes swept slightly, and his face was slightly sinister: "Sect Master Yu, are you sure you want to let the disciples of your sect compete with our disciples? It seems that the disciples of your sect are not in a good state!"

Yu Longxiang raised his eyebrows and said lightly: "There is no need for Elder Han to worry, just learn from the same." ”

With a smile on his face, Han Wentuo said, "Since that's the case, then I'll rest assured." After all, the sword has no eyes, and if it really hurts our disciples, it won't be easy to explain. ”

This sentence can be described as a thorn in the words, and the implication is that the disciples of the outer sect of Qingyun Sect are all wounded and disabled, and they can be lightly injured by virtue of the strength of the disciples of the Pingdang Sect.

"It's okay, I just don't know what kind of method Elder Han wants to learn?" Yu Longxiang tapped the arm of his chair with the fingers of his right hand, his expression still indifferent.

Looking at Yu Longxiang's indifferent expression, Han Wentuo couldn't help but hesitate for a while, Rao is an old fox who roams the rivers and lakes, and he can't see what kind of medicine Yu Longxiang sells in the gourd, but Yu Longxiang's simplest and most direct method is to make Han Wentuo foggy.

The thoughts in his mind quickly turned, and Han Wentuo laughed and said, "Since this is the case, let's have a fair method!"

"Oh?" Yu Longxiang raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Ten disciples from each side will take turns to appear, until all the disciples of one side are eliminated, and the remaining side will naturally be the winner. Han Wentuo's slightly sinister voice rang out.

Can this still be called fair? Many disciples almost couldn't help but scold.

Yu Longxiang smiled slightly: "Elder Han's move is really fair. There is no irony between the words.

Rao's face was also slightly red when he cultivated to his home with Han Wentuo, and then he returned to normal.

"However," there was a whirlwind between the words, and Yu Longxiang said indifferently: "Just as Elder Han wishes, each side will send ten people to appear until all the other party's disciples are eliminated." ”

As soon as these words came out, not only Han Wentuo was shocked, but even all the disciples were stunned, and couldn't help but look at Yu Longxiang, who was not angry and arrogant above.

Yu Longxiang smiled faintly, but his eyes were looking at Ye Feng, and a look of expectation passed in the depths of his eyes.