After listening to Mo Shaoxiong's words, the guests in the audience were all surprised.

Another eight-grade magic weapon. Coupled with the one Mo Shaoxiong promised before, the Sword Casting Villa has taken out two eight-grade magic weapons.

Sword Casting Villa is here to show off his wealth today, it is easy, and he casually took out two high-grade magic weapons. Coupled with the delicious dishes that cost a lot of money before, the cost of all this is not something that an ordinary sect can afford.

Mo Shaoxiong continued to smile and said:

"I have sent someone to count before, there are a total of one hundred and thirty family sects present today, and each sect family can send one person to the field later, and the final thirty-five people will be decided in the form of a melee.

When the time comes, the victorious person can choose a box to take away, and it depends on everyone's luck as to what kind of magic weapon is inside.

By the way, if you want to use your divine sense to spy on the level of the magic weapon in the box, I advise you to put away this idea, because there are taboos on each magic weapon, unless you have the divine sense of the pseudo-immortal realm, it will only be in vain. ”

Mo Shaoxiong clapped his palms, and the subordinates on the stage with magic weapons were all heading down the stage, and for a while, the stage was empty.

All the family sects were talking about it in the audience.

There is no doubt that this is a good business that only makes money and does not lose money, as long as people are sent up, each family sect has a chance, and the difference only lies in the level of cultivation of the people sent.

Li Xiaoao thought about it, he vaguely felt that things were not simple, but he couldn't say anything wrong.

Forged Sword Villa is because of a birthday banquet. For the guests, it is a hard-won and expensive food, and it is a magic weapon generously gifted. Even if the Sword Forge Villa is rich, it won't be like this, this is a complete loser.

Nothing to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief. Li Xiaoao was already vigilant at this time. But at this time, many family sects participated in the treasure hunting, and if their Li family did not participate, it would be a bit too prominent.

Li Xiaoao looked around at everyone in the Li family for a week.

It seems like...... Those who can participate in the treasure hunt are themselves. Lu Zhi can be cultivated, but the injuries on his body are not as good as Lisuo, and it seems that he has to play by himself.

Li Xiaoao sighed slightly in his heart, this captain is not easy to be.

The stage was already full of people at the moment, and the originally empty stage was a little crowded by everyone standing like this.

Li Xiaoao looked around, some people stood in twos and threes, and there was a kind of gang-forming posture. Bladesmith Villa turned a blind eye to all of this, apparently approving of such an act.

Li Xiaoao's brows furrowed slightly. In this chaotic battle, forming a gang is the best strategy to deal with it, but the problem is that the Li family is far away in Beiliang, and there is no friendship between the family sect in Nanshan County.

The most gangs on the field are the local monks of Nanshan County, especially the team led by the Nanshan Sword Sect, which has the largest number of people, with about 20 people.

On behalf of the Nanshan Sword faction, it was their leader Zheng Renlong this time.

As one of the three major sword sects in Nanshan County, the Nanshan Sword Sect naturally has countless monks who want to follow.

Previously, Mo Shaoxiong did not have any requirements for the level of cultivation of the monks on the field. With Zheng Renlong's cultivation in the Great Realm of Quenching the Body, it can be said that he is overpowering.

And there is another person on the field who is particularly attractive.

It was a young man, dressed in gray, with a sword on his back, and a pair of eagle eyes as sharp as knives, so that people did not dare to look directly at him.

He exuded a sense of pride all over his body, and even his eyes and nostrils were looking upward, without glancing at everyone present.

The people who wanted to go up to slap him up were all shocked by his aura, and they didn't dare to take a step beyond Lei Chi again.

Qinghe Sword Pavilion is not right, and Qinghe Sword Pavilion is the most outstanding disciple of the younger generation.

It is said that when Zhang Fengming, the master of the Qinghe Sword Pavilion, saw Fang Buzheng for the first time, he personally accepted him as a closed disciple. And said that Fang Buzheng is a rare sword cultivation wizard in a hundred years, the sword body is natural, and he himself is a peerless sword that needs to be polished.

Zheng Renlong's eyes glanced at Fang Buzheng from time to time, although there were many people on their side, and their cultivation was a little higher than Fang Buzheng, but he didn't dare to have the slightest contempt for Fang Buzheng.

Zheng Renlong regards Fang Buzheng as the biggest rival on the field, although Fang Buzheng has only one person.

Seeing that all the sect families are in place. Mo Shaoxiong shouted loudly:

"Let's go!"

"Rush!"

Zheng Renlong shouted, and he had already led people to start the killing.

For a while, there was an endless stream of roars, screams, and weapons on the field.

Zheng Renlong and his party had the largest number of people, and the rest of the people saw them menacing, and most of them hurriedly dodged. Whoever is bumped into by them will be defeated in a few moments.

Another eye-catching place on the field is Fang Buzheng, who is holding an extremely sharp sword with cold light at this time.

Although everyone was shocked by the name of Qinghe Sword Pavilion, but seeing that Fang Buzheng was only one person, many people had already had the courage to move closer to Fang Buzheng, and the encirclement had been formed in an instant.

Fang Bu was not flustered on his face, he was still full of arrogance, his eyes and nostrils were looking upward, and he didn't even look at the people around him.

Back then, you brutally murdered my brother, and today I vow to sacrifice my brother's soul in heaven with your blood. ”

Fang Buzheng skimmed down from the corner of his eye, glanced at the speaker slightly, and then looked up again, a cold snort came out of his nostrils, and he said lightly:

"I've killed a lot of people, what kind of cat and dog are you?"

The person who spoke earlier was a middle-aged man with a full beard and not very tall, and when he heard Fang's words, he was immediately furious, his face stood up, and a loud panting sound came out of his nostrils. At that moment, he raised the big knife in his hand and slashed towards Fang Buzheng without hesitation.

"You heard clearly, Lao Tzu is Wan Changren, the owner of Youlong Mountain Villa. Today is your time of death!"

Fang Bu showed a look of sudden realization on his face, and said calmly:

"At the beginning, you didn't listen to my Qinghe Sword Pavilion order in Longshan Villa, I killed your brother, you escaped by luck when you went out, but today you came to seek death, it's just stupid. ”

Just when the knife in Wan Changren's hand was about to slash at Fang Buzheng's body, a white light suddenly flashed.

Wan Changren's face was full of horror, and he looked down at the sword marks on his chest in disbelief.

"You...... You ......"

He spoke with difficulty, and then fell to the ground weakly, unable to stand up again.

Fast! Too fast! The crowd around them didn't even see that Fang Buzheng drew his sword clearly, and Wan Changren had already fallen.

Fang Zheng really dared to kill people! In this kind of chaotic war situation, bumps and bumps are inevitable. But there will still be some restraint between each other, and there is really no one who kills people directly as soon as they come up like Fang Buzheng.

In his heart, he secretly scolded Fang Buzheng as a madman, and the people surrounding him had gradually retreated. Risking their lives for a magic weapon, they don't want to do this kind of thing yet.