Wang Le agrees with Fatty Huang's view, because in the past half hour, the members of the League Trial Team faced twice as strong enemies. If they had no way to save their lives, they would have been defeated by the opponent.%77%77%77%2e%76%6f%64%74%77%2e%63%6f%6d

These members of the trial team are all from a long history and profound Taoist tradition. They are all prides of heaven in their respective sects.

Since we are going out for trials, the upper-level bosses of the sect, without exception, will stuff good things that can save lives and kill enemies into the bags of these geniuses when they go out like money.

Even Nan Huaguan, who is not a member of the Alliance Presbyterian Church, took out the earth-breaking shuttle used by Xie Xuan, the strongest leader in history, for Wang Le to use.

Not to mention the strongest ancient fighting technique of the Nanhuaguan, the Nine Changes of the Heavenly Silkworm.

From this we can imagine how many good things these league trial team members have prepared to save their lives, and Young Master Wang drools as long as he thinks about it.

Of course, Wang Le would not be greedy for this and wanted to take it for himself, because he knew that greed would not be chewed so much, so he should practice the Nine Transformations of the Heavenly Silkworms first!

Zheng Ge's suspicion was eliminated a lot because of Fatty Huang's response, but he still vaguely felt something was wrong.

If it were the past, Zheng Ge could have figured it out slowly, but at this moment of confrontation with the hostility, he would not dare to be distracted and thoughtful, unless he was desperate.

The other members of the trial team standing near the three of them did not notice the conversation here because their minds were all locked on the opponent's strong enemy.

He didn't even think deeply about why the other party had more than ten Xuan-level powerful men died in a short period of time.

Because they have the same idea as Fatty Huang, that is, everyone has too many killer moves. In such a short time, it is natural to let the other party die more than theirs.

Well, who made them geniuses?!

At this time, the hostile forces on the opposite side who thought they were invincible were stunned by this unexpected result.

"Why did so many of our people die at once?"

This is the same question as the more than 30 people who are still alive today.

At this moment, the long-faced warrior said slowly in a hoarse voice: "I have investigated those dead companions through my spiritual sense. Nine out of the eleven people were hit by the same dagger weapon and fell to death."

"Hiss!" The martial arts powerful men around him immediately gasped, and the thought in their minds was that not only was there a ground-level master hidden by themselves, but there was also a ground-level master hidden in the league trial team.

Otherwise, I would not have lost so many Xuan-level powerful people here.

"Senior, what should we do next?" someone next to him asked.

I saw the fierce light flashing in the eyes of the long-faced warrior, staring at the members of the league trial team opposite, and replied in a deep voice: "Although the previous fight made our losses beyond expectations, the other party is not much better."

Then the long-faced warrior pointed to the trial team members on the opposite side who were injured and some of them were unstable. Han Sheng continued: "Now they are just holding on. Later, I will find the other party's ground-level warrior to entangle them. You will do your best to fight quickly and defeat these yellow-haired boys with one breath!"

"No!" Everyone answered in unison, and everyone was filled with a sense of fire in their hearts, staring at the league trial team opposite with murderous aura.

After all, in the battle just now, they fought with more and less, but they failed to destroy the other party. Instead, they lost eleven Xuan-level masters on their side, which can be said to be a shame.

If you can't win the league trial team tonight, you will be shameless to return to the sect.

At this moment, the local masters on both sides who had disappeared from a high altitude and flew back from a distance and quickly landed in their respective camps.

Wang Le saw that when he came back, the two deacons of Tian Zhao were as beautiful as gold paper, gasping for breath, obviously suffering from serious internal injuries.

Only one of the two Taoist guardians came back at this time and one arm was missing.

As for returning to the opposite camp, there was one less ground-level master. Obviously, he and another Taoist protector who had not returned had both died.

Seeing this, Wang Le could imagine how tragic the fight between these earth-level masters was no less than the previous chaotic battle between the two sides on the ground.

However, before Wang Le could think more, he suddenly felt several gazes falling on him.

"Uh!" Wang Le suddenly felt something was wrong, because the two deacons of Tian Zhao and the Taoist protector with their left arm were forgotten.

Unexpectedly, the five powerful earth-level enemies standing opposite were all staring at them with murderous intent.

Wang Le believed that if his eyes could kill people, he would have been repeatedly killed by the five earth-level powerhouses on the opposite side more than tens of millions of times.

At this moment, if it weren't for the heavy responsibility of Nanhuaguan, Young Master Wang really wanted to immediately activate the Dragon Hidden supernatural power of the Delusional Dharma Eyes, and turn around and run away.

Even though Wang Le is confident that he has the ability to kill the early-stage earth-level strong men, he is unwilling to be targeted by five earth-level masters at the same time, and your sister is still in the late-stage earth-level!

"Fuck, it's a big trouble now." Wang Le's scalp tingled in his heart.

At this moment, the two deacons of Tian Zhao and the broken arm guardian squeezed out a group of members of the league's trial team and walked to Wang Le in the corner behind.

This made Fatty Huang and Zheng Ge standing beside him stunned, looking at Wang Le with confusion on his face, thinking to himself why this guy had called the three seniors over.

"Young man, you're doing a good job. What's your name?" The broken arm protector looked at Wang Le with a smile and asked.

Wang Le squeezed a strong smile on his face and replied politely: "Boy Nanhuaguan Wang Le."

Before the broken arm protector could speak, Deacon Tian smiled and said, "Nephew Wang, in this battle just now, you have made great contributions. You can kill nine powerful enemies by your own strength. I really admire you. It turns out that there are talented people in the country, and a new generation will replace the old ones."

"Ah? It's really you!" Zheng Ge blurted out.

Fatty Huang, who was standing next to him, opened his mouth so hard that he could stuff his fists in, completely stunned.

The members of the trial team present were completely confused after hearing Deacon Tian’s words.

It turns out that I can save my life after working hard for a long time. As a result, you killed nine lives alone. Is there any reason for this?

The members of the trial team who could survive were silent. The eyes of Wang Le were extremely complicated and they couldn't become jealous at all.

Because this guy killed so many people, he was saving the entire trial team!

Wang Le touched his nose and smiled bitterly: "Senior, are you mistaken?"

"Uh!" The two deacons of Tian Zhao and the Taoist protector looked at each other, and then burst into laughter.

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