Martial arts become gods

Chapter 1323 Departure, Great War

"I said Chief Deacon, do you know him or not? Do you need to find someone older than you to come and have a look?"

Seeing that Li Mingyuan refused to speak for a long time, and his complexion changed violently again, Jia Ren and Jia Yi quickly mocked him.

Now that everyone is watching, they are not afraid of what Li Mingyuan will do.

"The recommendation quota is indeed true, you are lucky!" Hearing this, Li Mingyuan said sternly: "According to the usual practice, those who have the recommendation quota can choose to represent Wujizong in the battle. I believe you all know what it means!"

"Fight on behalf of the Promise Sect!"

Hearing this, there was an uproar all around.

Being able to represent the Wuji Sect in the battle is naturally a member of the Wuji Sect.

The implication is that Mo Xian can directly join the Wuji Sect.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The reason why the hooked nose died was entirely because of this opportunity.

And such a precious opportunity is only in Mo Xian's mind now, which really makes everyone envious.

"Mo Xian, this is a good opportunity. Don't let someone influence your choice. The Wuji School is the Wuji School after all." Shen Jing whispered.

"I understand!" Mo Xian nodded, and then said: "I still choose to represent Taichu Academy!"

"Oh?" Li Mingyuan was taken aback for a moment, Mo Xian's choice was really beyond his expectation.

To be honest, he threw this olive branch very reluctantly, but there was nothing he could do.

After all, once Mo Xian joins the Wuji Sect, they will be in the same sect, and they will have scruples after all.

Now Mo Xian's choice was just as he wanted.

As for Mo Xian's choice, everyone was not surprised, but they asked each other about this Taichu school, but they all said they had never heard of it.

Shen Jing and the others looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

They knew very well that Mo Xian did not do this out of emotion.

They knew before that that Mo Xian represented Taichu Academy because of a promise.

"You really have a lot of backbone!" Li Mingyuan said with a contemptuous smile.

"It has nothing to do with bones, and it has nothing to do with you." Mo Xian said with a mocking smile.

"Why talk such nonsense, it's just a quota, and it's just a charity for you!" Li Mingyuan said lightly.

"Almsgiving?" Mo Xian raised the corner of his mouth and said, "This is not almsgiving. Speaking of which, you are just a person in charge of registration. What qualifications do you have to give alms?"

"Registered?"

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help laughing, and the description of Mo Xian was quite appropriate.

"That's right, you're just serving so many of us, where does your sense of superiority come from?" Jia Ren and Jia Yi also laughed maniacally.

Li Mingyuan heard that the veins on his forehead were about to burst, he suppressed the anger in his heart forcefully, and said, "Hmph, why should you be so relaxed, there are some things you know better than me."

On the surface, Mo Xian seemed relaxed.

This time he finally got the qualification, but the humiliation in his heart didn't decrease in the slightest.

After all, he almost missed the Ten Thousand Territories War, perhaps because of someone's words.

No matter how powerful he said, he was a little pale after all.

"That stone tablet seems to have your name on it. I don't know, will we meet each other during the Great War?" Mo Xian took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly became deep, and he looked at Li Mingyuan with a half-smile .

He didn't know who was deliberately targeting him, but now he has identified Li Mingyuan.

This was undoubtedly a provocation, and no one present couldn't hear or see it, so everyone was in an uproar.

Arrogant and arrogant, this is the unanimous evaluation of Mo Xian by everyone at this time.

Mo Xian is not a person who likes to show off, but when it is time to be arrogant, he will not deliberately suppress it.

Li Mingyuan was also taken aback. At this moment, Mo Xian was like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, showing its sharpness.

That breath actually made him a little scared.

"Hmph, when the time comes, it will come as you wish!" Li Mingyuan suppressed the astonishment in his heart, and also looked at Mo Xian.

The sharp gazes of the two met in the air, and there seemed to be bursts of roaring faintly.

So far, the competition for the quota has finally come to an end.

Not only the Promise Sect, the same thing is happening in all major domains.

Just judging from those who have obtained the qualifications from the Promise Sect, the number of people participating in the Ten Thousand Domains War may not be a small number.

And these people are undoubtedly not the best among the younger generation, and it is bound to be a battle between dragons and tigers.

Three days later, among the Promise Sect, Mo Xian and other participants in the Ten Thousand Domains War were gathered on a huge platform.

On the platform, there are countless gullies vertically and horizontally, forming a complex and mysterious formation, in which there are faintly rich spatial fluctuations.

This is the large-scale teleportation formation of the Wuji Sect, which can teleport many people to a specific place at a time.

Of course, to set up such a formation would naturally consume a lot of money, and the cost of each activation was enough to drag down a small and medium-sized force.

This kind of large-scale teleportation array is rare on the mainland, and it is enough to demonstrate the powerful strength and heritage of the Wuji Sect.

A kind of Promise Sect disciples, all of them are not without color on their faces, after all, they are standing on their own teleportation array.

As for the others, they need to rely on their Promise Sect to go to the Ten Thousand Territories War.

This is the gap.

This time, the Wuji Sect took it a little more seriously. There was an elder in charge and 36 veteran deacons.

The Wuji Sect elder looked as if he hadn't woken up, his eyes were sleepy.

It looks ordinary, but it feels like a deep pool to everyone, unfathomable.

"My friends, the old man will accompany you this time, and will keep you safe. But in the Great War, everything depends on you." The elder of Wuji Sect yawned, rubbed his eyes, and said casually .

"This Wuji sect, can't you send someone more reliable?" Everyone sighed inwardly, and began to worry about their own fate, but they absolutely did not dare to show it.

Among the crowd, Mo Xian looked around.

These people may be opponents at that time.

Although no one showed exceptionally strong strength in this registration, it cannot be ruled out that some people deliberately concealed their strength.

Therefore, he had to be cautious.

On the other end, a cold gaze locked Mo Xian firmly, and it was naturally Li Mingyuan.

"Hehe, once this formation is activated, your life will be mine!"

Mo Xian also noticed something, and looked at Li Mingyuan casually, with an imperceptible curvature on the corner of his mouth.

He also believes that after the emergence of the Wuji Sect, it is time to settle accounts after autumn.

And after saying that, the elder of Wuji Sect yawned, leaned against a pillar and fell asleep casually.

Time passed by every minute and every second, but he didn't make any movement, as if he had forgotten everyone.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, thinking that the elder of the Wuji Sect was too irresponsible, if he missed the time, it would be a fatal blow to everyone.

"Elder, it's almost time. Let's go, shall we?" A Promise Sect deacon stepped forward and saluted respectfully.

"What?" The Wuji Sect elder rubbed his eyes and said.

"Uh, Elder, aren't we going to go to the Wanyu War?" The deacon was startled, and there was a wry smile in his heart.

It seems that their elder really forgot about this matter.

"Oh, look at my brain, I actually forgot, no wonder, this person will always be a little forgetful when he is old." The elder of Wuji Sect patted his forehead and said in great annoyance.

(End of this chapter)