The old man rolled his eyes, "Even if you eat and sleep together!"
Ye Wudao gasped, "Forget it, I won't want to stick with an old man!"
Holy Old: "…"
The four girls giggled, and for a moment they were charming, which made Ye Wudao and others stunned.
But in the end, Ye Wudao could not resist the Holy Old Man.
The two stayed in the same room.
In the distance, Wei and others saw the scene above the restaurant.
His face suddenly collapsed.
"Isn't this hidden dragon known as a transcendent to the holy land? Fifteen half-step powerful people, one powerful realm, can't even kill a boy in the Dragon Transformation Realm?"
Wei? Furious, so angry that he wanted to hit someone.
"After all, he is the saint son of Xingcang Holy Land. There are some ways to save his life, and it is normal to delay time. The main reason is that the Holy Old has ruined our good things. If it weren't for the critical moment, the Holy Old broke the dimensional space and entered it, Ye Wudao would definitely die in the end.
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The black turtle's indifferent path.
"How could this happen?! How much price did we pay to invite the Hidden Dragon's killer this time? But we still failed! Damn it, damn it!"
The Beidou Holy Land Quasi-holy Sky, so angry that my waist hurts.
"This time I failed to kill Ye Wudao, it is impossible to take action. Let's go, this matter needs to be discussed for a long time!"
Long Potian gritted his teeth and said.
call!
As soon as the breeze blew, all the eleven quasi-saints disappeared.
And just after they disappeared, a red light flashed and disappeared in the void.
In the Prison of Eternal Sword.
"Sister Ling, have you found out something?"
Ye Wudao asked.
"Well, you guessed it right. Those holy places secretly attack you. There are eleven quasi-saints, from eleven holy places, and they are..."
Spiritual Song.
Before, when the dimensional space was broken, Ye Wudao let Lingge leave quietly and investigate the four directions.
See if you can find clues.
In the end, Lingge hid in the void with an invisible hidden rune and saw Wei and others.
"Okay, very good. I originally planned to keep my hands on the geniuses of these holy places, but now it seems that there is no need for this!"
Ye Wudao said coldly.
"But once the new rules are released, you will probably not be able to kill their geniuses in the competition like before!"
Lingge smiled.
"It's not impossible, Sister Ling, wait and see. If my opponent is one of the eleven holy lands tomorrow, I will definitely wipe out all their troops!"
Ye Wudao sneered.
The next day, the second team game began.
Yesterday's first team match was crucial, and the thirty-six holy places were divided into top and bottom rankings.
The holy land with the lowest ranking, that is, from 19th to 36th, no matter how you win or lose, you can only occupy one of the lowest rankings.
The same is true for the top-ranked holy land.
But the top-ranked holy land is relatively lucky. Regardless of winning or losing, it can at least occupy the 18th place.
Currently, the ranking of Xingcang Holy Land is eleventh.
I will draw a lot again today, and I don’t know which holy land I will draw.
However, Ye Wudao saw that except for the Beidou Holy Land, the other ten holy lands that participated in the assassination of him were all in the top ranking.
In other words, he has a high probability of drawing one of the holy places.
Today, there are still crowds of people around the competition venue, with more people than yesterday.
People from all the holy places have also arrived.
When Wei and others saw Ye Wudao, they had complex expressions on their faces and murderous intent flashed in their eyes.
Similarly, Ye Wudao's eyes were also cold when he looked at them.
But soon, a playful smile appeared.
Ling Wei and others burst into tears, and an uneasy feeling arises.
So, they hurriedly ordered their geniuses to face the Xingcang Holy Land, if they were not 100% sure, they would never kill Ye Wudao.
After seeing the geniuses solemnly agreeing, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Soon, the lottery began.
The light beads rise into space and turn into numbers.
The number in front of Ye Wudao is nine.
So he immediately glanced over and when he saw the number in front of the holy son "Sword Madman" in the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land was nine, he immediately laughed.
Then, laughed loudly.
It attracted many people to look at each other.
The sword maniac didn’t know what happened last night, and his face showed a proud look, “Enemy is so narrow, Ye Wudao, in the last session, my Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land ranked tenth, and the Beidou Holy Land ranked fifteenth, this is the gap!
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"So, even if you defeat the Beidou Holy Land, don't have the idea of defeating my Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land, because that idea is too stupid!"
Ye Wudao smiled faintly and said, "Is that so? Then let me learn about your skills in the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land!"
Sizzle!
The two of them had their eyes like lightning, colliding in the air, shooting endless sparks and lightning.
"Before starting, Ye Wudao and the Ten Thousand Sword Saint were as terrain as water and fire. I really look forward to their battle!"
"In the battle yesterday, no one lost the Xingcang Holy Land and the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land. However, the strength of the genius of the Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land is indeed stronger than that of the genius of the Beidou Holy Land. In today's battle, I really can't say who won!"
“…”
Many people are more concerned about the battle in Xingcang Holy Land.
After all, only five people participated in the Xingcang Holy Land. In addition, Ye Wudao swept across the geniuses of the Beidou Holy Land with one person yesterday and had already gained fame.
Personal charm is also rising.
Therefore, many people are more looking forward to whether Ye Wudao can create miracles in the future.
There were even some female fans in the stands who kept shouting Ye Wudao's name and behaved crazyly.
You know, Ye Wudao is not only strong, but also has a very handsome face, which is normal to capture a group of female fans.
Soon, the draw ended.
The geniuses from various holy places arrived on various martial arts competition platforms one after another.
Ye Wudao and the five others, Wei Jiankuang from the Ten Thousand Sword Holy Land, and others also arrived at the No. 9 martial arts competition platform.
Wei?'s eyes were staring at the No. 9 platform, his face looked quite ugly.
It's not that he has no confidence in Wei Jiankuang and others.
But after a battle last night, he became even more afraid of Ye Wudao and always felt a sense of ominousness.
At this time, the Holy Old Man looked over and sneered: "Brother Wei, do you think it will be your Ten Thousand Swords Holy Land or my Xingcang Holy Land?"
Wei? He felt guilty, but did not appear on his face and smiled faintly: "After all, there are only five people in the noble holy land. Although Ye Wudao is strong, it is probably difficult to resist the attack of the twenty geniuses in our Ten Thousand Sword Holy Land.
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The Sheng Lao smiled and said, "In my opinion, it may not be! Why don't we bet?"
Wei? was stunned and then said, "What do you want to bet on?"
The old man smiled and said, "Just bet on the fate of their own geniuses, how about it?"
When Wei? Hearing this, he immediately slapped the table and said angrily: "Saint, what do you mean? The new rules were just established yesterday. Today you are going to bet on the lives of the geniuses. So what's the use of these new rules?"
Perhaps because I felt that I was overreacting, I quickly sat down and snorted heavily.
The old man laughed and said, "Just kidding, why should Brother Wei be angry?"
And being stimulated by the Holy Elder, Wei became even more uncomfortable.
That sense of ominousness is even stronger.
There is even an urge to let the sword maniac and others directly admit defeat.
Of course, he couldn't do that.
At this time, the geniuses on various competition stages had already begun to build up momentum.
The barrier on the competition stage was also activated, turning into huge light shields, covering the geniuses inside.
On the No. 9 competition stage.
The twenty geniuses including Jian Kuang all rushed to the sky with sword intent. The terrifying sword waves rushed towards Ye Wudao and the other two like the sea.
At the same time, Wei Jiankuang thought, "I'm afraid you can't stop the sword intent storm that has been transformed into twenty of us!"
But at this moment, Ye Wudao raised his hand.
Similarly, the terrifying sword intent turned into a beam of sword light, and with a squeak, it directly penetrated the opponent's sword intent storm.
Wei Jiankuang was shocked, "How is it possible? How can your sword intent be so strong? Are you too..."
boom!
A terrifying sword intent soared into the sky from Ye Wudao's body.
A black phantom stood in the air, holding a black sword in his hand, with a sharp sword intent, awesome swords, and amazing power.
It was the shadow of the sword saint.
When they saw the shadow of the sword saint, Wei and others, they all stood up suddenly and were extremely surprised.
"Shadow of the Sword Saint, Ye Wudao is actually a Sword Saint!"
Wei? Very surprised.
Although Sword Manao is also a sword saint, the Ten Thousand Sword Saint is good at cultivating sword masters.
It can be said that only the Ten Thousand Sword Saint Land can cultivate a young sword saint like the Sword Maniac.
And among the same generation, only Swordman has reached the realm of Sword Saint.
This was only broken through with the help of the Holy Lord.
But Ye Wudao comes from the Holy Land of Xingcang.
There are many techniques in Xingcang Holy Land, and there is no certainty. It is impossible to cultivate such a young sword saint.
Then there is only one possibility, that is, Ye Wudao is a natural sword species.
There is no need to cultivate it, relying on your own efforts and talents to enter the realm of the Sword Saint.
At this moment, he couldn't help but wonder, how good would it be if Ye Wudao was the sacred son of their holy land?
Under the cultivation of the Ten Thousand Sword Saint Land, you may have entered the realm of the half-step sword master, or even the realm of the sword master.
In time, becoming a sword god or even a sword immortal is not a joke.
"Honor, your holy land is very deep, and a sword saint has actually emerged!"
The black turtle said in a sarcastic tone.
It is impossible to say that he has no jealousy in his heart.
The rest of the people were more or less envious, jealous and hated.
After all, a genius like Ye Wudao is really rare.
Even compared to the five saints in the top five holy places, there is a small gap.
"It's just a sword saint, nothing, nothing!"
While the Holy Old Man was modest, the smile on his face was almost blooming into flowers.
But he was puzzled.
When did the Holy Son enter the realm of the Sword Saint?
Why doesn't he know?
On the No. 9 Martial Arts.
After the first encounter, Wei Jiankuang was not a fool. He realized that Ye Wudao's strength was very powerful.
However, although Ye Wudao is a sword saint, he is also a sword saint.
In terms of strength, he has confidence in defeating Ye Wudao.
"Do it!"
Wei Jian shouted loudly, and there were nineteen geniuses behind him.
They are all quasi-sword saints.
By using the secret technique, red light blooms on the body, and the cultivation level is enhanced in a short period of time.