Supreme Spirit Lord

Lin Yile intervened in the battle, and the number of contestants suddenly decreased, causing panic. In order to seek comfort, everyone looked for familiar people to hold a group to keep warm.

The reason why they are looking for familiar people is because they don't know who these contestants who suddenly disappeared were "killed". People who are a little familiar are always better than people who don't know the basics.

Numerous small groups are formed, and the competitors themselves are in a competitive relationship. The existence of such small groups is bound to be unstable.

The members argued with each other, and even made big shots, and once again eliminated many people.

When there were only a few hundred people left in the field, everyone realized the problem.

If they continue like this, they can only consume their vital strength infinitely. In the end, no one can resist the black hand hidden in the dark.

Of course, the black hands most feared by these contestants are now whispering to one of the organizers of this competition, and there is no time to pay attention to them.

A group of contestants who didn't know about this matter, after negotiation, chose to temporarily reconcile, and each elected a suitable leader in their hearts, and mobilized their steps to walk towards the person they thought they could trust.

And this candidate is naturally the three famous disciples with high prestige and reputation in the Central Region.

The leaders everyone recognized were different, and the people they supported were also different, and they quarreled because of this incident.

There was a lot of movement, which naturally attracted the attention of Ye Yuntian and the others.

"It seems that they are going to make us a living target." Wang Yujue accurately interpreted the final intentions of these contestants.

"You can't say it like that." Nie Qingfeng's smile didn't reach his eyes, and he said, "It's because you all value our strength."

Ye Yuntian caressed the scabbard, and said coldly: "My strength does not need to be praised by others. If you like it, then go and protect them."

"The next scholar, thank you for that." Nie Qingfeng waved his hand, evading.

Obviously, among the three of them, none of them wanted to be the leader.

But this is not surprising, everyone present is a competitor, and there is only one winner in the end. If they are injured in order to protect these people at this time, they will be the ones who will be eliminated in the next moment.

Not everyone is ungrateful, but not everyone is grateful either.

There are only a few hundred people here, and no one can guarantee that all of them are gentlemen who know shame and courtesy. The three of them are not warm-hearted people themselves, so they are naturally unwilling to take this risk.

Seeing that Nie Qingfeng and Ye Yuntian had the same thoughts as him, Wang Yujue suggested: "Then how about the three of us form an alliance?"

The three of them are quite equal in strength, there is no such thing as who protects the other, and the sect is also an enemy or friend among the three, and they are inherently connected. It would be better to join forces first.

They won't feel unwilling to lose at the opponent's hands, and after being compared together for so many years, the minimum character is still trustworthy.

"I have no objection." Nie Qingfeng said casually.

"I hate you very much." Seeing Wang Yujue pretending to be heartbroken, Ye Yuntian said coldly, "But I don't want to be a shield for those people."

"Okay." Wang Yujue put away the sadness that had not yet surfaced on his face, clapped his hands, and said, "The top team is officially established."

With his rustic name, the remaining two did not agree with any refutation, which shows that they really don't care about this joint team.

After the rest of the contestants expressed their intention to come, but got the news that Wang Yujue and the three had formed a team in advance, they were full of disappointment, but there was nothing they could do.

Except for the three of Wang Yujue, the remaining people in the field are not weak, but none of them are stronger than the mid-king class, and the strongest people are only the strength of the early-stage king class.

Don't talk about Wang Yujue and Nie Qingfeng, even Ye Yuntian can stop them all by himself, and the rest of them can only become cannon fodder when facing Wang Yujue.

The combination of these three people is already comparable to the combination of most of the people present. With such a strong small team, how could the other party accept them to join.

Most of the contestants retreated in spite of the difficulties, but there are always many people in this world who like to challenge the limit, and they will not die if they don't see Huang He, so they have to try to see if these three people will be soft-hearted.

The result is of course impossible.

During this process, a few people who lost their temper and didn't know their own status clashed head-on with Wang Yujue and the other three.

"Grandma's Xiong, don't you just have stronger strength, why are you so arrogant!" A big shirtless man with exaggerated and bulging muscles left cursingly.

And his words were like a fuse, which instantly ignited the remaining contestants who were entangled with the three of Wang Yujue, and a group of people began to blame them with one word at a time.

"The eyes grow on the top of the head every day, and I don't go out to have a look. Your king-level strength is enough to see on the battlefield against the evil spirits."

The king-level strength is definitely enough to see on the battlefield against the evil spirits, but the saint-level and Lin Yile and Hua Yuebai will all unfold in a different space when fighting their opponents.

And after the strength reaches their level, it is easy to tell the winner. Even if they lose, the chance of being injured is greater than that of dying. In the eyes of everyone, it is naturally that the saint-level powerhouses are less likely to fall.

Although the battlefield of the king-level powerhouses is also far away from the crowd, it is only far away, not in the same space. Everyone can still see the battle scenes of the king-level powerhouses. Naturally, they can also see the scenes of their fall, and there are still large-scale deaths.

In some people's eyes, this means that the king-level powerhouse did not make any contribution except death on the battlefield.

These people never use their brains to think about it. If a strong man without king-level strength resists a strong man of the same level as the opponent, the middle-level strong men of the Yaoxie clan will swarm into the team like locusts entering the crops, and will eventually cause what kind of damage.

Of course, Ye Yuntian and Wang Yujue didn't bother to pay attention to such people with insufficient brains, they just pretended there were bugs screaming in their ears.

"If you were not lucky enough to be born in a great sect, would you be able to get the treatment you have today?"

"A group of trash who know how to rely on the sect to show off!"

"Good luck?" Nie Qingfeng repeated it, then looked up. The person who only dared to stand a few meters away from them and utter nonsense turned to Wang Yujue with a smile and said, "Brother Wang, some people here think you are lucky."

Wang Yujue, who wanted to take this remark as a deaf ear, was forced to face this topic. He glanced coldly at the guy who was scared back into the crowd by Nie Qingfeng, and said with a smile: "Then I really want to thank his whole family." .”

If he's lucky, he won't try his best to find a way out in the Shadow Pavilion, and he won't think hard every day, for fear that one day, his position as the chief of the Shadow Pavilion will be squeezed out.

After all, among the five shadows, his strength can only be ranked fourth.

"Brother Wang is as polite as ever." Nie Qingfeng said calmly.

Wang Yujue's eyes were even colder, staring at Nie Qingfeng, and said with a subterranean smile: "You can't compare to Brother Nie with a heart for the world."

Ye Yuntian at the side, seeing the tense atmosphere between the two, couldn't help frowning and said: "You all stop talking a few words, now is not the time for internal strife."

"Ye Jianshi is right." Nie Qingfeng, who was not poked into a sore spot, naturally took advantage of this step and said with a smile, "What do you think, Brother Wang?"

If he disagreed, it would be like slapping Ye Yuntian in the face, and their newly formed team would immediately disband on the spot.

No matter how much Wang Yujue wanted to fight Nie Qingfeng, he would not really choose this time to tear his face apart.

"Junior Sister Ye is right." But as if nothing happened, and it wasn't his character, Wang Yujue changed the subject and said, "The two of us are talking about the old days, and we are looking for a place after today's group arena is over. Have a good chat."

"That's exactly what I mean. I haven't seen Brother Wang for a long time, and I miss you so much." Nie Qingfeng's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he said in a serious tone: "It's over here, it's just right for you and me to get together."

As for whether this party will turn into a bloodshed time, it depends on how well the two of them control their strength.

Wang Yujue sneered and said, "I will accompany you to the end."

Seeing the turbulent undercurrent between these two people, Ye Yuntian frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and seeing that they had no intention of fighting, he let go of the matter.

The relationship between her and these two people is not so good. If they both lose, it will not be bad for Jianzong.

Although Wang Yujue and Nie Qingfeng hadn't fought in the end, the atmosphere among the three was not as friendly as before.

Under the watchful eyes of the surrounding people, the three remained silent. The contestants, who were already a little afraid of their strength, hesitated for a moment, but finally did not continue to criticize them, but silently left the center in a group.

Without the protection of the strong, they have no such strength contamination in this position.

Not long after this group of talents dispersed, a person led another group of people to surround him. Wang Yujue, who was already in a bad mood, saw another group of people coming, and said with a cold face: "The three of us have already formed a team. , if you want to seek protection, please find someone else."

Hearing his words in a bad tone, the group of people behind the man in the front looked at me and I looked at you, their eyes were full of hesitation, their steps slowed down a lot, and they were obviously ready to retreat at any time.

But seeing the unstoppable footsteps of the man in front of them, they felt more at ease, and once again quickened their pace to catch up.

Wang Yujue, who was already depressed, saw these people not only refusing to listen to him, but even continuing to move forward, his heart became even more agitated. The dark spiritual energy in his body was flowing, and he said in a cold voice: "I will count to three, and I will not leave. Then you just wait for everyone to leave."

"one!"

After he finished speaking, he didn't give anyone else time to react, so he started counting directly.

"two!"

The group of people started to riot in an instant. The man standing at the front stopped and looked at Wang Yujue intently. He suddenly raised his hand from where he was.

"three!"

Author's gossip: Thank you for your support, okay!