My uncle is Lin Zhengying

After the two parties looked at each other for a while, the silent confrontation ended.

The first to speak was the Oriental side.

Michiko didn't speak.

An older man who seemed to have a higher seniority stood up and said to the Taoist crowd, "I'm a guest from afar, and I don't even give you a seat. Why, is this how you Chinese people treat guests?"

Yan Bichen and other sorcerers sitting in the front didn't speak, but the master of Baiyun temple stood up and said coldly: "Of course we will treat guests with courtesy. Why do you need to talk about etiquette with him?"

The old man Dongyang sneered and was about to refute immediately.

But at this time Michiko stood up and raised her hand, the old man nodded and retreated respectfully.

Michiko didn't speak to the master of Baiyun Temple, but turned her eyes away, and her eyes locked directly on Yan Bichen. Shi Shiran saluted, her voice was cold and emotionless, and said lightly: "Yan Daochang, seven days ago, I sent my worship to you." Post, submit all the goals of this time, presumably Yan Daochang is very clear in his heart."

"I, in the world of oriental magic arts, have always admired the profound heritage and long-standing inheritance of Chinese Taoism. Thousands of years ago, in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, there was Master Someya who led a number of oriental masters across the ocean to China, visited various schools, and exchanged ideas. Dao. Since then, both the Chinese Taoist sect and the Eastern magic world have benefited a lot."

"Today, Michiko is not talented, but she also wants to emulate the sages and predecessors, and join you in this great event."

"Taking advantage of this exchange meeting, there are many famous and decent sects, and many masters from our oriental magic circle have come across the ocean, and the two sides are arguing about their superiority and inferiority."

"Of course, today is different."

"Some rules from thousands of years ago are not suitable for today."

"In this competition, if you guys from the Daoist sect are better than us, then as long as you are interested in the spells and secret books of our Oriental magic world, you can watch them at will. We absolutely know everything, talk endlessly, no There will be any obstruction or concealment."

"If we are lucky enough to win against you, then we also hope to learn from the inheritance and secret techniques of your sects."

Speaking of this, Michiko paused just right, and then changed the subject: "Of course. If you don't have confidence in this competition, you just need to admit that Huaxia Daomen is not as good as my Oriental magic world, and we will not force others to make things difficult for us. will leave."

The voice fell.

Thirty or so people from the oriental magic world immediately looked over with arrogant and mocking smiles, as if they expected that everyone in the Taoist sect would not dare to agree to the competition.

As the saying goes, people compete for breath, Buddha receives a stick of incense, and unsteamed buns compete for breath.

Dongyang and Huaxia themselves are in a hot state, and Dongyang is Huaxia's biggest enemy at present.

As a cultivator, he can't intervene in the wars between ordinary people, and it's fine if he can't do anything to the Eastern Army.Now the world of Oriental magic also wants them to bow their heads?

As soon as this remark came out, the crowd immediately became excited.

Regardless of whether it was the few mages in the front or the two vertical rows of refining masters, they all stared at Dongyang people angrily.

"Arrogance! You want me to bow my head and admit defeat even with your little oriental arts? It's really a dream!"

"Communication and discussion? Do you deserve it too?! A group of clowns, have you forgotten where your oriental magic arts originated from? It was just the pre-Qin period, and my Chinese Taoist sect passed down some side-by-side magic formulas to let you After you learn it, you will have today's Oriental magic world! Speaking of it, I, Huaxia, are the ancestors of your Orientals! A group of people who have forgotten their ancestors!"

"Thousands of years ago, in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, someone from the East came to China to visit the famous decent family? Why didn't I know this happened? Why did I only remember that a group of Orientals came to my China to secretly learn magic? In the end, they learned half-baked , Many good orthodox exercises of the Taoist sect have become evil sects and crooked ways after arriving in Dongyang. Hehe..."

Those who can come to participate in the exchange meeting, even if they are only sitting in the back of the Warlock Realm, are considered to have a good status in various sects and sects. Most of them are masters of one party, famous people.

But at this moment, when it comes to people, they are not ambiguous at all, and everyone's combat effectiveness is over the top, and they are dedicated to picking up the most painful points of the Orientals.

Hearing these words, the Dongyang people, who had ridiculed and proud faces on their faces, became quite ugly, as if they were about to strike at any time.

Of course, there are also those who look normal and don't take these words to heart.

For example, Michiko and her big brother.

Feeling her emotions being provoked severely, Michiko said coldly again: "Since you all refuse to admit defeat, let's start the competition."

Her voice is not loud, but it is extremely clear, allowing everyone to hear clearly in a noisy environment.

Yan Bichen, the leader of the Taoist sect, finally said, "What are the rules for the competition?"

Michiko said coldly: "The rules are very simple. Since it is a competition between the Chinese Daoist sect and the Oriental magic world, it is best for everyone to play. Both sides continue to send out masters, and whoever loses, they will send people to play again."

"One game after another."

"Until the end, which side has no one to fight, it will lose."

"What do Yan Daochang think?"

heard.

Yan Bichen's eyes froze, and his eyes scanned the eleven masters of the oriental magic world like lightning, without much hesitation, he quickly said: "Yes, just follow this rule!"

This rule is indeed the most appropriate.

There is no conspiracy at all, just speak with absolute strength.

There is no need to consider 'Tian Ji horse racing' or something.

Anyway, the competition is also about the overall strength, the strong and the weak will all have to play in the end.

Whoever can stand last wins!

of course.

That's not to say everyone has to play.

The real competition is still in the mage realm, and the refining master realm basically doesn't need to play.

Because once all the mage realms lose, and there are still several mage realms on the other side who have not made a move, then basically there will be no suspense about the outcome.

There is a huge gap in strength between the Mage Realm and the Refining Master Realm, and it is basically impossible to make up for it, and it is impossible to fight across the ranks.

Unless it's something like Zhang Jing, who's a cheater...

See Yan Bichen agreed.

Michiko nodded, a faint smile finally appeared on her cold face.

Then she held out a finger and made a gesture.

Immediately behind her, a short, thin man of less than 1.6 meters stood proudly, obviously they had arranged in advance to take the lead.

Although it is a competition of the full strength of both sides, there is no need to consider Tian Ji's horse racing.

But naturally it is still impossible to dispatch the most powerful master at the very beginning, otherwise the hole cards will be seen, and the opponent will have time to figure out how to deal with it.

The most powerful will definitely have to play later.

So Senior Brother Michiko stood beside her firmly and did not make a move.

The short and thin man who stood up looked at the Taoist with a sneer, with his hands folded over his chest, very arrogant, and he murmured in oriental language, as if provocative.