Martial arts become gods

Chapter 2200 The Covenant of Three Wars
"Don't be so excited, there are wins and losers in normal sparring, can it be that you people in Beihuang Temple can't afford to lose like that?" Zhang Lei said lightly.

"Shh..."

The disciples of Lingtian Pavilion immediately echoed and hissed, that gesture was too hateful.

Everyone in Beihuang Hall turned red from holding back, Zhang Lei opened and closed his mouth, and Beihuang Hall scolded them all.

"Why doesn't that guy named Mo Xian come out? Could it be that he's scared, and he seems like a coward." Under Zhang Lei's signal, there was another whisper from Lingtian Pavilion.

"Hmph, so it was aimed at senior brother Mo Xian, why, you Ling Fei was killed by him, is this going to come to Xingshi to ask the crime?" The young deacon sneered, telling the truth inadvertently.

"Not to mention, but since he refuses to come out, please tell him that sometimes things can't be avoided. He may not come out today, but what about tomorrow?" Zhang Lei sneered, and with a wave of his palm, he turned around and left. go.

But at this time, another wave of people rushed up from the bottom of the mountain in a hurry, and the leader was Han Ling'er.

Seeing her murderous look, she was obviously very upset.

Originally, in order to prevent her from causing trouble, someone deliberately ordered her to be guarded and not allowed to run around for the time being.

But she used her own means to sneak out.

After hearing that Lingtian Pavilion's disciples were here, she immediately called out some people and rushed over.

In the past, it was quite deserted here, but today it is quite lively.

Seeing that Zhang Lei and the others were about to go down the mountain, Han Ling'er would naturally not agree, and said coquettishly, "Wrap me up, today I will let them know whose territory this is."

"Why is this little aunt here? Isn't she locked up?" Seeing Han Ling'er, the hearts of everyone in the Foreign Affairs Hall suddenly sank. Something is going to happen.

Seeing so many disciples from Beihuang Palace surrounded him, the expressions of everyone in Lingtian Pavilion also changed slightly.

The higher-ups might have cared a little bit, but none of these young disciples were proud and arrogant. If a fight broke out, they would not be enough to put their teeth between them.

"Why, is this how you treat guests?" Zhang Lei said in a deep voice.

"Tch, you really treat yourself as a guest, and it will be brilliant if you give it some color." Han Ling'er said like a cannonball: "Let me tell you, it may not be so easy for you to come to Xingshi to inquire about your crimes this time."

"Who are you?" Zhang Lei's face darkened, Han Ling'er spoke without restraint, obviously very difficult to deal with.

"Is it up to you? Those who hurt us must apologize." Han Ling'er glanced at Gao Ming who was seriously injured, and said with a pretty face slightly cold.

"Apologize!"

The surrounding disciples of the Northern Wilderness Hall said in unison, and the momentum was quite strong.

"It's just a discussion, why bother to apologize." Zhang Lei snorted coldly.

"Let's compete, right? Then we will also compete with you now." Han Ling'er waved her small hand, and all the disciples of the Northern Wilderness Hall immediately took a step forward.

As the encirclement tightened, the pressure became more and more enormous, and the faces of those female disciples in Lingtian Pavilion turned pale.

They were originally here to show off, and it would not be an exaggeration to say they were vases.

The people in the Foreign Affairs Hall acted as if they hadn't seen it at this moment. The people in Lingtian Pavilion were really arrogant, so they should give them some color.

Of course, it's impossible for them to make things really big.

"Is the rise deceiving? The Northern Wilderness Palace is really impressive." Zhang Lei sneered.

"That's right, it's bullying. If you have the ability, let me see if you go up too." Han Ling'er said righteously.

"You..." Faced with Han Ling'er who didn't play cards according to common sense, Zhang Lei was at a loss for words.

At this time, Ling Zhi's personal disciple, who was hiding behind, stepped forward and said with a smile: "It's fair to learn, there are winners and losers in itself, but my brother is indeed a bit heavy this time, brother, since you hurt someone , then it’s okay to apologize, lest outsiders think that my Lingtian Pavilion disciple is rude.”

After finishing speaking, he backed away again, like an insignificant person.

"This..." Zhang Lei's face darkened, and he lowered his head slightly and said, "I'm really sorry."

Although he was apologizing, there was a cold glint in his eyes.

"That's about the same, let them go!" Han Ling'er nodded in satisfaction, and a path was revealed in the encirclement.

"Hehe, I still say the same thing, the one who should come can't run away, tell that kid Mo Xian, if he is a man, don't be a coward." After Zhang Lei led the people out, he suddenly turned his head and said with a sneer on his face.

Han Ling'er's pretty face turned cold, and she was about to lead someone to chase her, but was stopped by the people from the Foreign Affairs Hall with all her strength.

If it continues, it may not be good for anyone if it becomes a big trouble.

At this time, Han Ling'er also saw that someone was already looking for her, so she didn't dare to stay any longer, and slipped away from another road, and everyone dispersed in a swarm.

A storm, just like that.

Only then did Gao Ming and others understand that it was Mo Xian who somehow killed someone from Lingtian Pavilion, and that's why this incident happened.

The matter of killing other sects can be big or small, this time it seems that it is not that simple, and they began to secretly worry about Mo Xian again.

Although it was said that Han Ling'er suffered a blow, Lingtian Pavilion had no memory, provocative everywhere, and injured many disciples of the Northern Wilderness Hall under the guise of exchanging ideas.

Of course, this is definitely backed by Lexus.

In the early morning of the next day, Ling Zhi directly stated the purpose of this time.

Mo Xian killed Ling Fei, they don't need to pursue it.

But the premise is that Mo Xian has to accept three challenges from their side, regardless of winning or losing.

And the candidates are among the disciples they brought this time.

For this request, Beihuang Hall could not refuse, which was obviously the result of Lingtian Pavilion's concession.

Otherwise, they can ask someone directly.

But what puzzled Beihuangdian was why Lingtian Pavilion made such a compromise, which was obviously not in line with them who had always been strong.

Of course, this compromise was actually extremely detrimental to Mo Xian.

After all, one challenge would allow them to find out the details of Mo Xian, let alone three times.

It is entirely possible that they will send someone to kill Mo Xian the third time, or even the second time.

Because it has been delayed for a day, Yan Bin, the head of the foreign affairs hall, can't delay it any longer.

The arena soon began to be set up intensively. In fact, there was no need to set up at all. There were so many arenas. This was just to buy Mo Xian some more time.

"Mo Xian, Mo Xian, this is already the best result. From now on, it's up to you." Yan Bin looked at the arena that was being set up, with a serious expression on his face.

Although Mo Xian has been in seclusion for so long, it is obviously impossible to deal with the three challenges from Lingtian Pavilion.

Just like that, the arena was quickly set up, and the relevant people had already arrived, so it was time to wait.

And these so-called three battles naturally attracted the attention of countless Beihuang Temple disciples.

Although most of them couldn't enter the venue, they had already surrounded the surrounding area tightly.

Han Ling'er was even more anxious, if Mo Xian didn't show up, wouldn't it be a good time to deal with the cowards that those people in Lingtian Pavilion said yesterday, and shrink their heads like a turtle.

(End of this chapter)