Martial arts become gods

Successive failures
"Have you agreed to the competition of the Wind Spirit Clan?" After hearing the news, Shen Jing, Meng Yang and the others all looked solemn.

The Wind Spirit Clan obviously came prepared, who knows what kind of people they will send to the stage.

"Even if I don't agree, they will use other methods. It's better to do it openly than secretly!" Mo Xian said flatly.

"Isn't it just a battle of wheels? There are so many people here, and the energy consumption will kill them all." Xiao Wu said.

"Xiao Wu, do you think that since they dared to propose this method, would they worry about us using people to waste?" Shen Wei said helplessly.

"Ah, no way!" Xiao Wu stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, she didn't think much about it.

"Anyway, things have already been settled. Prepare well today and start tomorrow morning!" Mo Xian said with a smile.

"You're the only one with a big heart!" Everyone sighed helplessly. I'm afraid it will be another sleepless night today.

In fact, the people of the Fengling tribe had already started to deliberately provoke in the Taihuang Palace, it seemed that they were just to arouse everyone's anger.

But what they did was not too much, so everyone in Taihuang Palace held back.

They already knew that there would be an exchange competition tomorrow, but everyone knew that the Fengling tribe might come to suppress Taihuang Temple on purpose.

After all, their status and status are not ordinary, and it would be ugly if they directly suppressed them, so they adopted this roundabout tactic.

But they are not easy to provoke the Taihuang Palace, and it is not certain who will lose face by then.

The day passed quickly, and in the early morning of the next day, the biggest arena in the Hall of Great Desolation was already overcrowded. In fact, some disciples of the Hall of Great Desolation did not leave all night in order to occupy a relatively close position.

Mo Xian also arrived early, and there was no trace of nervousness on his expression.

"Mo Xian, the elders in the family can watch this time, you can't embarrass me!" Helen Zhe said, seeming to be more nervous than Mo Xian.

"If it wasn't for the good things you did, why would this be the case now!" Mo Xian said flatly.

"It's none of my business, I just met by chance!" Helenzhe said with a guilty conscience.

"Hehe, who would believe such nonsense, they must have colluded long ago!" Mo Xian laughed.

"Mo Xian, I will be a notary this time, I hope you Taihuang Palace will not let me down!" At this time, Hai Tiandi also brought someone over, and said calmly.

"Senior, don't worry, our Taihuang Palace is not easy to bully." Mo Xian said indifferently, how could he not know what Hai Tiandi was thinking, but he just didn't want to point it out, and no one would look good at that time.

"It's better like this!" Haitian nodded, and then led the people to the place specially prepared for them.

The agreed time came soon, but Feng Qingxuan and the others still didn't arrive.

This made the people in Taihuang Hall a little anxious. Isn't this clearly intended to embarrass Taihuang Hall?

Mo Xian didn't care about this, the Wind Spirit Clan was really good enough to play such a child's trick.

Anyway, today is their home field, so whatever the Wind Spirits do, if it drags on for too long, then he will just say that the Wind Spirits are avoiding the battle, and see who is more embarrassing.

"Senior, they seem to be late!" Mo Xian said calmly, deliberately reminding Hai Tiandi.

"They don't know the place well, so it's normal for them to be late!" Haitian said authentically.

"That's natural, but if you're late for too long, it won't make sense!" Mo Xian laughed.

"You don't need to say more, I won't take sides with any of you!" Haitian said authentically.

"That's the best!" Mo Xian shrugged.

The Wind Spirit Clan didn't make Mo Xian and the others wait for long, and the timing was quite delicate.

However, the disciples of the Taihuang Hall still looked a little annoyed. They were so arrogant in the Taihuang Hall, and they would be sorry if they didn't hit them hard.

"I'm sorry, Hall Master Mo Xian, I'm a bit late, I didn't keep you waiting too long!" After taking his seat, Feng Qingxuan said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter to us, it's our own territory anyway!" Mo Xian said with a half-smile, calmly reminding Feng Qingxuan.

"Hehe, then don't waste time, let's start!" Feng Qingxuan smiled lightly, and there was a ray of light in Shen Rui's eyes.

He casually waved his hand at a young man from the Wind Spirit Tribe, who immediately clasped his fists, and then appeared in the middle of the competition arena, "I'm Fengduan, please give me your advice, I don't know who would dare to come up and fight with me war!"

This person's posture was quite arrogant, which immediately angered all the disciples in Taihuang Hall.

Before he finished speaking, a body shot out and landed on the opposite side of Feng Duan, "I want to see how powerful you guys are."

"Absolutely so powerful that you can't imagine!" Feng Duan sneered.

"Hehe, then please enlighten me!" The Taihuang Palace disciple cupped his hands.

After Feng Duan returned the salute, his figure suddenly moved, bringing out a series of afterimages, and then the disciple of Ming Tai Huang Hall screamed and flew out backwards.

His chest was obviously deformed, and he spit out several mouthfuls of blood, obviously seriously injured.

"Brother!" Everyone in Taihuang Hall exclaimed, and immediately rushed to catch him, but they were already unconscious.

It was agreed that it was a sparring session, but the people of the Wind Spirit Clan were obviously a bit too heavy-handed.

Mo Xian frowned slightly, it seemed that the Fengling clan didn't want to give them a chance to fight in crowds.

"Sorry, I didn't know you would send such a low-level person to the stage. It seems a bit heavy-handed. However, it seems that there is no need to let such a person on stage for this level of discussion." Feng Qingxuan said apologetically, and at the same time very cryptic Tell Mo Xian that it's best not to use the number of people to consume their combat power, otherwise they may lose weight.

Mo Xian didn't say much, but nodded to Shen Jing who was on the side.

Shen Jing immediately made a gesture, and a group of disciples from the Taihuang Temple immediately came out. .

These people have calm breaths, obviously not mediocre.

They are all the core disciples of Taihuang Temple, and they are very powerful.

"Finally, there is something to watch!" Feng Duan of the martial arts field narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with great interest.

Soon, a core disciple of the Hall of Absolute Desolation entered the stage.

On the surface, this person's strength has reached the Martial Ancestor Realm, stronger than when Mo Xian first joined Beihuang Palace.

The smell of gunpowder was already very strong, so the two people in the martial arts field just greeted each other briefly and started fighting.

The fight between the two sides was back and forth, but people with discerning eyes could tell that Feng Duan was obviously more relaxed.

Sure enough, the Taihuang Palace side was quickly defeated, and then someone came on the field again.

What no one expected was that, just by himself, Lian Fengduan picked several people in a row, and basically they all severely injured their opponents, which is very likely to leave a strong sequelae.

After successive failures, the morale of Taihuang Hall gradually declined.

(End of this chapter)