Sacred Devil

After seeing this scene, Jiang Hao's eyebrows also couldn't help wrinkling. It seems that the situation of this game is not optimistic.

"What? Do you want to challenge me first? But I have only one position. If you throw me out of the game first, which of you are going to replace me? "

When Zhiyuan saw that she had finished, everyone did not move, and her heart was also thumping. However, she still had a calm look on her face. When she spoke, Zhiyuan's eyes were swept over the people above the arena, and finally she said.

"And then let him enjoy the fruits of your hard won victory?"

After Zhiyuan's words, the atmosphere on the field was also in a dead silence, and the competition in these days also let them see the end of their own affairs.

However, if we let them join hands and drive Zhiyuan down from the arena first, let alone that they will have their own ghost when they join hands, just say that they really drive Zhiyuan down from the arena first.

Then, as Zhiyuan said, there is only one quota. Even after they have formed an alliance for a short time, they still have to fight against each other.

In that case, the alliance would be meaningless.

Seeing that the expressions on the faces of these practitioners began to shake, Zhiyuan continued.

"Each of you has the strength to challenge me. Why be so anxious? It's better to focus on your opponents. Maybe after you reach an alliance, your teammates will be more threatening than me."

Although Zhiyuan's tone is somewhat bewitching, her words are also reasonable.

Just after he said that, those practitioners who had originally wanted to form an alliance were completely out of their minds at the moment, but at this moment, a man suddenly stood up in the crowd.

"It's better to beat you first than not to be your opponent after we're exhausted."

Ansiyuan said in a loud voice.

Just after he finished, many practitioners nodded.

"According to what you say, though you form an alliance, do you dare to give your back to your companions?"

After hearing an Siyuan say so, Zhiyuan looks at the other side of her head. It seems that she has found the culprit of inciting these practitioners this time.

The man in front of him looks as old as he is in terms of strength and age. However, he looks different from those challengers in the past. Zhiyuan doesn't feel multiple tyrannical atmosphere on him, but some are bookish.

But this scholarly spirit is not the same as Jiang Hao she knew. Jiang Hao is a kind of person who looks gentle and elegant, but no one will be his opponent if he really wants to make a move. However, the first feeling of this person is that he seems to be proficient in some other ways.

It can be seen from his thin, white and abnormal palm.

"I don't think we'll fight each other until we've agreed to settle you first and then fight each other."

An Siyuan obviously didn't want to let go of the opportunity of uniting people to solve Zhiyuan first, so after Zhiyuan finished, he also said immediately.

"Now the practitioners standing in the duel arena are not children. Do you think everyone will agree with your proposal?"

After hearing an Siyuan say so, Zhiyuan also laughed, with a bit of irony in the laughter.

In places like the arena, the League sounds like a joke.

Sure enough, after Zhiyuan finished, those practitioners who had been instigated by an Siyuan also made their own choices in an instant. Just as Zhiyuan said, they would not trust to hand over their backs to the team-mates they all knew.

What's more, these teammates are also their enemies, and the people who come to participate in the challenge are not idiots. This truth can be understood at the first thought.

An Siyuan was also aware of the emotional changes of these practitioners, and his face immediately showed a fierce light. He originally intended to incite these practitioners to fight Zhiyuan first, and then he was lurking in the side waiting for the opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity to kill all these people.

As a result, his plan is now out of the question.

After thinking of this, an Siyuan looks at Zhiyuan with a trace of resentment.

At this time, Zhiyuan's body shape is backward a few steps, a pair of the duel field out of the appearance, and at this time, the practitioners who were still motionless seemed to hear the charge horn, and rushed directly to the opponents around them.

After a brief confrontation, the duel field is once again into the white hot fighting, and the audience is the outbreak of lively cheers. .

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