After just a few words, Mo Depressed vaguely guessed a rough idea, knowing that it must be Yan Feixiong's cronies who encountered a crisis and had an accident.

Seeing that Yan Feixiong didn't want to say more, and suppressed the anxiety in his eyes, he was depressed and pursed the corners of his mouth, and his heart was secretly refreshed, and he was rambling a lot, and there was a tendency to pull Yan Feixiong to talk.

Yan Feixiong was naturally annoyed, so he had to suppress his anger, and after a perfunctory few words, he said goodbye and left, and continued to run towards the northwest.

Du Feiyun, who was staying in the team in a low-key manner, also heard the conversation between the two clearly, and learned that Yan Feixiong was actually a true disciple of the Qingshan Sword Sect, and the direction he was running all the way was the valley where he killed Qin Shounan, and he suddenly realized something in his heart.

Du Feiyun looked at Yan Feixiong's disappearing back, his brows furrowed slightly, and a trace of worry rose in his heart. Just as he turned his head, when he looked up, he found that he was depressed and staring at the direction where Yan Feixiong disappeared, and he also cast a glance at Du Feiyun with a thoughtful expression on his face.

Seeing Mo Duan's depressed expression, Du Feiyun's heart suddenly chuckled, and he secretly said in his heart: "Could it be that Mo Yu is depressed and sees any clues? If he suspects me based on these fragments alone, then he is too smart." ”

Du Feiyun continued to follow the team and galloped forward, deliberately pretending not to see the indifferent and depressed expression, but he was secretly frightened in his heart.

In a short moment, Mo Depressed led the team to the bottom of the peak of the Duanyang tribe, and after a brief check of the situation in the field, he took the lead and ran up the mountain.

Du Feiyun stayed in the team, low-key to the slightest inconspicuousness, while rushing towards the top of the mountain, still secretly looking around to check the battle situation.

All the way to the top of the mountain, the mountain peak was sprinkled with dark red or dark purple bloodstains, and the corpses of the demons could be seen everywhere, most of them were mutilated, and it was obvious that the battle situation was very tragic.

At this time, the battle was not over, and on the square at the top of the mountain, a fierce battle was still going on. The few hundred remaining demons of the Duanyang tribe are still stubbornly resisting under the leadership of more than a dozen demon king powerhouses, guarding in front of the demon king's palace.

The disciples of the Liuyun Sect and the Qingshan Sword Sect, after Mo Depression led people to help, suddenly reached about two thousand.

The Duanyang tribe is the end of the strong crossbow, and the side of the Xuanmen monks is like a rainbow, and the prestige is great.

It can be predicted that the battle has come to an end, and the Duanyang tribe will definitely perish in as little as one hour or as long as three or five hours.

More than 1,000 disciples of the Liuyun Sect formed a small team, located in the left part of the square, fighting with the demon clan. The hundreds of disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect were in the right half of the square, each forming a sword formation and fighting to kill the enemy.

On the side of the Duanyang tribe, in addition to the Duanyang Demon King, there are twelve demon king powerhouses, and obviously there are also people who come to reinforce, but they can't turn the tide, and they just hold on helplessly.

Mo depressed led more than 400 Yun Sect disciples to rush to the top of the mountain peak and came to the square, which immediately attracted the attention of all parties. However, he did not order the disciples behind him to attack, but spread his wings and levitate leisurely in the air, checking the battle situation.

After a while, Mo Depression took in the battle situation in the square, had a plan in his heart, a smile appeared on his face, and a hearty voice spread throughout the square. "Senior Brother Qianchen, I didn't expect that even the disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect would come to help you exterminate the Demon Clan, it seems that you are indeed a well-traveled, depressed and admired. ”

Although the words are hearty and heroic, they seem to be praised, but in fact, they are secretly depreciating, and they need to borrow external forces to destroy the demon clan, and ask the disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect to help.

Originally, Mo Depressed and Wu Qianchen were also true disciples, and they should not say these words in front of everyone. However, Mo Depression and Wu Qianchen have been fighting with each other, secretly competing for the position of the head of the sect, for several years, and many inner disciples and true disciples of the Liuyun Sect know about it.

Excited by the words that seemed to be praising and derogatory, Wu Qianchen, who was fighting with the Duanyang Demon King in the air, also had a gloomy face, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said with a sneer: "Senior Brother Depressed came so quickly, could it be that he was killed by the Mutu tribe and retreated, and came to ask me for help, right?"

Dancing and depressed, one of the two seems to be feminine but is sharp, and the other seems to be hearty and heroic, but he is actually calculating. However, the two have one thing in common, that is, they are both arrogant and conceited people.

Therefore, even if it is a verbal contest, Wu Qianchen will never want to fall behind. ,

Looking into the distance with indifferent and depressed eyes, Wu Qianchen, who was fighting with the demon king, hooked a playful smile at the corner of his mouth, and said teasingly: "Depressed and talented, his strength is low, and he thinks that he can't compare with Senior Brother Qianchen." However, depression also took twenty hours to exterminate the Mutu tribe. ”

"It's you, Senior Brother Qianchen, I have always regarded you as a model of struggle and learning, but I didn't expect you to invite a helper, and you haven't been able to solve the Duanyang tribe until now, which is really disappointing. ”

The tone of indifference and disappointment spread throughout the square, and the wings of the wings flew around in the sky, his face was even more gloomy, his expression became more and more ugly, and the anger in his eyes was even more intense.

While manipulating the golden sword gang to start a fierce battle with the Duanyang Demon King, he turned his head and glared at Mo Duan, with a provocative meaning in his eyes. "Senior Brother Depressed, since you are so powerful, why don't you let Senior Brother see your strength?"

"Mo depressed, do you dare to bet with me? Let's bet that before the Duanyang tribe is exterminated, who can kill more demon kings, do you dare to bet?"

Before entering the Underworld realm, these two True Inheritance disciples had already started a contest, comparing each other to see who could use the strength and power in their hands to exterminate the target tribe in the shortest possible time.

Now, Wu Qianchen has fallen behind and lost a game. With his arrogant temperament, he naturally couldn't stand the indifferent ridicule and ridicule, and he didn't want to bother to talk more, so he proposed a gamble again after a change of mind.

As long as he can win this gambling battle, then he can get back a city, and the battle between the two can be regarded as a draw, and he can save some face.

How could Mo Depressed not understand Wu Qianchen's plan, naturally he instantly understood his intentions, his eyes swept over the audience, and when he saw that those stubborn demon king powerhouses were already at the end of the crossbow, his heart suddenly became clear.

"Since Senior Brother Qianchen is so Yaxing, he wants to gamble in public, and he is naturally depressed and gladly accepts his teachings. It's just that if the fellow Daoist of the Qingshan Sword Sect helps you kill the Demon King and get the head, I don't know if you can count it?"

There are only more than 400 disciples of his own faction brought by Mo Depression, among which there are only seven innate stage disciples who can fight against the Demon King's powerhouse, and there are only eight together with himself.

And there were nine innate stage disciples of the Wu Tianchen faction, and there were only four innate stage cultivators who came to support the Qingshan Sword Sect. Compared with the two, Mo Depression is naturally at a disadvantage, so he will ask this question.

Everyone could see the difference in strength between the two sides, and in front of everyone's eyes, Wu Qianchen couldn't pull down his face and ask the disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect to help. After all, if the gambling battle between the true disciples of the Liuyun Sect is to ask the disciples of the Qingshan Sword Sect to help, it will inevitably be truthful and criticized, and he can't afford to lose that face.

"This is a gambling fight between you and me, fellow Daoists of the Qingshan Sword Sect, naturally there is no need to help me. ”

"Okay, I agreed. Then you say, what are we betting on? If there is no color head, I don't want to waste time with you!" As soon as Wu Qianchen's words fell, he readily agreed.

"A medium-grade spiritual weapon!" Mo was depressed and agreed, and Wu Tianchen was not to be outdone, and blurted out instantly.

A medium-grade spiritual weapon is absolutely valuable, even if it is a true disciple, it is very painful to take out a medium-grade spiritual weapon.

After all, only the great cultivators of the Dan Stage were qualified to refine the spiritual weapons, and only a few True Disciples who had reached the Dan Stage in the Liuyun Sect, as well as those elders, had the ability to refine them.

Even if he is as wealthy as dancing and depressed, his full net worth is only four or five medium-grade spiritual weapons, and taking out one of them to gamble is definitely a very heavy lottery.

"Okay, that's it. Now, let's get started!" "Since Wu Qianchen has the courage to take out a medium-grade spiritual weapon to make a color head, he has no reason to refuse when he is depressed, let alone stage fright, so he decided on the spot to make a decision on this gambling fight.

On the square, more than a thousand Cloud Sect disciples were all waiting eagerly, their eyes flashing with excitement and anticipation. After all, it was a rare opportunity to be able to witness the contest between the disciples of the True Transmission with their own eyes.

As for the twelve demon king powerhouses, including the Duanyang Demon King, their noses were almost crooked at this time, all of them had black faces, and their murderous aura skyrocketed, and they couldn't wait to dismantle Wu Tianchen and Mo Depression.

Too much deception!

Wu Qianchen and Mo Depressed actually regarded them as nothing, and in front of the public, they directly regarded them as lambs to be slaughtered and as bargaining chips in gambling fights, how could this kind of shame and hatred not make them crazy? ,

Du Feiyun, who was hidden in the crowd, looked at the indifference and dance in the air with interest at this time, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. At the same time, his eyes looked at the twelve scarred and stubbornly resisting demon kings, flashing with a scorching light.

He hadn't forgotten that before leaving, the mission elder of the Liuyun Sect had said that if he killed ten demon king powerhouses, he could complete the task and exchange it for a low-grade spiritual weapon and a Qingyun Origin Origin Pill.

There is no need to go into detail about the preciousness of the spiritual weapon, the effect of the Qingyun Traceability Pill is even more against the sky, and after taking it, it will increase the power of a Jiazi for sixty years out of thin air, how powerful is that? Du Feiyun had no doubt that as long as he could get a Qingyun Traceability Pill to take it, he would soon be able to advance to the Innate Stage realm.

With such a rich reward, how could he not be moved, how could he not have hot eyes?

Perhaps, just an outer disciple does not have the courage to fight the idea of the Demon King powerhouse, let alone the courage to play tricks under the noses of the true disciples.

However, what he Du Feiyun lacks most is guts! He understands the truth of wealth and danger in the middle of danger, high risk and high reward, and he understands it very thoroughly.

His eyes looked back and forth on Mo Depressed and Wu Qianchen's body, and he secretly thought in his heart: "Let's fight, if you don't fight, how can I fish in troubled waters?"

"As a true disciple, it is naturally impossible for you to put down your body and cut off the ears of the corpse of the demon king and the strong man in public, so I will have to do it for you. ”

"Wu Qianchen, Wu Qianchen, you deliberately framed me a few hours ago, causing me and Ning Xuewei to almost die, and now I am not polite to you. I'll take away as many pairs of ears as you kill later!"