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Chapter 100

"From today on, don't touch me, I'll beat you up once."

Jiang Zizai picked up the twelve sacrificial flags, and the five-man team was almost unscathed, while the Black World Team had been destroyed.

Ten thousand kills, eyes weeping and bloodless, and selfless.

People like him will definitely take revenge later.

"After this time, is there any way to protect your mother?" Jiang Zizai asked.

"Don't worry, my mother has the power to protect herself."

In this way, Jiang Zizai felt relieved. In fact, the elders of the Black Clan would not be too bad for Wan Qian. After all, the leader of the Black Clan only had two sons.

It's just that the younger generation looks down on him.

As long as this battle is passed back, it is enough to prove that he is extremely outstanding.

"It's a pity that you and I are mingled together, and you may be even more rejected in the family."

How dare the Black Clan fight against the royal family?

Wanqian shook his head and said, "Don't say that, this is the most regretful decision I have ever said in my life."

He didn't regret it, and he was with Jiang Zizai.

How could Jiang Zizai not cherish such a friend, brother?

"It's very good today, haha." Beishan Jin also let out a sigh of anger.

Looking at Wan Sha and Yu Han trembling in front of them, he would never have dreamed of such a day before.

"Ten Thousand Kills, the Battle of Kirishima is still long. Fight for time and grab some more sacrifice flags. At that time, I will be sent to me and I will be able to give you a slap, haha..."

Jiang Zizai knew that it was after the war, and it was the bottom line that he would leave immediately after getting a huge harvest.

"Jiang Zizai, Wanqian! I am irreconcilable with you!" Behind him, Wanxia roared with blood and tears.

"Pussy, save some effort, don't attract the source beast, you'll eat you."

This battle has been divided into levels.

Perhaps, if the overall strength of the two teams is head-on, Jiang Zizai and the others will lose.

But now the ending is that they have won a great victory.

This is because Jiang Zizai will make good use of their team's strengths, especially in the final battle against tens of thousands of kills, he can easily defeat his opponents by leading tens of thousands of them.

If there were no ten thousand kills, it would definitely be a tough battle that was evenly matched.

Both are judged immediately.

A total of thirteen sacrificial flags were all in Jiang Zizai's hands, making their team suddenly become the team with the highest harvest in Kirishima.

This is the rhythm Jiang Zizai wants.

A wonderful battle leads the whole game.

Moreover, it is not easy to recover by directly shooting down the competitors and killing their injuries, let alone catch up.

When they quickly disappeared from their sight, more than a dozen priests and Yuan Qing looked at each other in front of each other.

The most embarrassing one was of course An Ran. He felt like he was not wearing clothes now, and all his eyes made it so embarrassed and ashamed.

He watched it all with his own eyes.

He didn't even understand why his team was defeated like this.

Jiuxian put the mirror on and said in a soft voice: "In a wonderful battle, I won't laugh at someone anymore. I hope someone will not be thrusting in front of me in the future. Otherwise, when it is embarrassing, there will be no crack in the ground to let someone get in."

An Ran gritted her teeth and dared not speak.

Feng Qingxuan next to her originally wanted to lose both sides, but now, the priest who made the person she disliked even more temporarily top the top.

Her face was also ugly.

Looking at the proud look of Nine Immortals, my heart was even more infuriated.

"My baby priests are so capable, haha, so handsome."

She giggled, and her excited look made many older priests and Yuanqing laugh.

Xiao Youshan is also here, he said: "A wonderful showdown will bring stronger control and more outstanding leadership to the team. It is normal, Anran, what you have to hand over to your disciples in the future is not just the ability to fight."

"Yes, Xiao Yuanqing." An Ran could only nod awkwardly.

When he looked back, Jiuxian's smile made him angry and helpless.

"Don't be happy too early, it's still long. The mantis stalks the cicada and the oriole is behind. I think they can use this trick several times."

He whispered to the Nine Immortals.

"Whatever, I'm happy enough if I abuse your priest anyway, la la la la la la la la la la la la la la," said Jiuxian.

"snort."

"Anran, let's go." Feng Qingxuan didn't want to stay here anymore.

"No, I want to reward my babies well." Jiuxian said.

"Then you and the Gods' Assistant apply to act alone." An Ran sneered.

They are in groups of three, and their opinions can certainly decide where to go.

The other priests were also very powerful in laughter.

"A second son of the Southern King, two heavenly totems, and the Nine Immortal Priests, is this profit or risk?" asked Yuan Qing, a young man next to Xiao Youshan.

"Let's see."

"I heard that you took the second son of the Southern King as your disciple?"

"His talent in talismans is unprecedented. By the way, I found that Lu Dingxing has the talent to become a totem spirit master. I will recommend it to you tomorrow?"

"You can take it down. Lu Yuan is about to behead his head. I dare to accept his son."

"Coward." Xiao Youshan said disgusted.

"Who are you talking about? You are so brave?"

"You coward, don't talk to me."

"Xiao Youshan, isn't it just accepting disciples? You dare, why don't I dare? As long as Lu Dingxing has this ability, I'm still afraid?"

"Haha, I think you don't have the courage."

"You are not a seller yet!"

The two Yuanqing left in a row.

"Princess, I'm leaving." Qin Zhen, a woman in black dress, said.

"Okay." Princess Shenxiao nodded, and the two continued to go towards Jiang Zizai.

The Nine Gods of Sheng Yuanqing never said a word from beginning to end, and followed them silently, like a shadow.

On the fourth day, he had already harvested thirteen flags of sacrifice to the gods. After all, Jiang Zizai and others were young and naturally happy.

However, they were not proud of themselves. After a battle, they found a quiet place again to control the movements around them, and they sat together.

Thirteen sacrificial flags were inserted on the ground, which looked particularly spectacular.

"Didn't the priest say that Xiao Yue is here to act cute? Why is her totem so powerful that Yu Han makes her cry?" Bei Shanjin sighed.

"Xiao Yue is a heaven-level totem, and now she is only the seventh level of the Martial Realm. If she is in the Xuanmai Realm, ten Yu Hans will not be her opponent." Jiang Zizai said.

"Awesome, your family is all monsters." Bei Shanjin stuck out his tongue.

"You are the monster, flying around." Ruo Xiaoyue pouted.

"I said that the one who looks the most like a monster is Lu Dingxing, haha." Beishan Jin patted his thick arms and sighed: "My mother, she is so strong."

After a battle, the two teams of them merged into a group. It should be said that Beishan Jin and Wan Qian have completely joined them.

Especially Wan Qian, this time the team is really important to his life.

After chatting for a while, Jiang Zizai said: "In the next few days, we will focus on practicing and maintain our best state, and then with thousands of abilities, we will choose our opponents to hunt. Only by getting the 50th God-Sacrificing Flag can we ensure first place."

"good."

Now, they all have great confidence in themselves.

At night, Jiang Zizai was immersed in cultivation. He had gradually stabilized the Tianfu acupoint and was visualizing the totem to find the "method of opening the Xuanhuo".
Chapter completed!
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