The Abandoned Daughter of the Miraculous Doctor: Killing the Demon Emperor with a Kiss

Lan Qingyu pursed her lips, her eyes full of gloom, "Actually, I don't care how deep the Blood Alliance hides. I want to know why the Blood Alliance created so many monsters. What is its purpose? To unify the continent, or to destroy the entire Aotian Continent!"

The two looked at each other, and Mo Yao sneered, "It seems that it is really not easy to completely eliminate this blood alliance."

Arriving at the square, Lan Qingyu saw five arenas, each of which was oval-shaped and very large.

There were many disciples around the arena who were watching the fierce competition with great enthusiasm, while the Eighth Elder was standing on the platform opposite the arena with a stern face, but his eyes kept shrinking, and it was obvious that the Eighth Elder was very nervous.

Lan Qingyu and Mo Yao came together, both of them were dressed in white, like a fairy couple, looking particularly dazzling.

"Greetings, Sect Master!" When the Eighth Elder saw Mo Yao coming, he bowed respectfully.

Mo Yao waved his hand and said indifferently, "How is the game now?"

After saying that, Mo Yao pulled Lan Qingyu to sit on the two chairs in the first row.

They had prepared these two chairs before the competition. Now everyone in the Demon Sound Sect knows that there is a sect leader’s wife.

The Eighth Elder walked to the front of Mo Yao and stopped when he was three steps away. He said, "Master, after these ten days of competition, all the disciples of the Demon Sound Sect have participated. I am an inner disciple or an outer disciple. After this competition, I found that the overall strength is still good, but there are some unevenness. At present, Feng Yixie's strength is still stable. At present, more than a thousand people have been selected to participate in the Ancient Trial Competition, and this is the last ring competition, Master."

Mo Yao nodded, "What is the weakest level?"

"The Martial Emperor is low-level!" said the Eighth Elder.

"The highest."

"Martial Master is of low level!" the Eighth Elder responded calmly.

Mo Yao pinched his brows and said, "After the written test, train these 1,000 people well and try to improve their strength. Do they dare to fight against the people from the Divine Art Palace and the Blood Alliance with such strength? There is absolutely no chance of winning!"

The Eighth Elder also knew that there was absolutely no chance of winning.

"Yes!"

"What about the disciples who are in retreat? They haven't come out yet, right?" Mo Yao asked.

The Eighth Elder's dark eyes flashed, "I didn't tell them. It's my fault."

Mo Yao nodded, his eyes fixed on the disciples who were fighting fiercely on the stage. He said, "See how many of the disciples who are in seclusion can come out, and then replace the weakest ones. We must not let the people from the Divine Art Palace succeed this time. At the same time, Eighth Elder, you must intensify their training and make them practice more actively. Maybe when we participate in the Ancient Trial, people from the Divine Art Palace or the Blood Alliance will come to destroy the Demon Sound Sect."

Lan Qingyu looked at Mo Yao's solemn face from the side. She quietly grasped Mo Yao's hand. Mo Yao raised his eyebrows and turned to smile at Lan Qingyu.

Then the two of them watched the game for a while. After a game was over, Mo Yao took Lan Qingyu's hand, stood up, walked to the guardrail, looked at all the disciples, and said with full energy, "I have seen your performance. Everyone has made great progress. It's just that we are going to participate in the Ancient Trial Tournament. Your strength is indeed good within the sect, but when participating in the Ancient Trial Tournament, you are still a little lacking, so you need to train next."