Suddenly, a peak powerhouse stood in each of the four locations, southeast, northwest and northwest.

Yun Du from Qing Ming Palace, Yin Xiao from Nether Palace, Mei Han from Snow Flower Palace, Lang Jiu from Purple Clothes Palace.

Seeing these four people, even Dongfang Sansan and Yan Nan had smiles on their faces.

The strength of these four people is enough to enter the cloud weapon spectrum, and they are used as referees in the battles between Wuhou, Wuwang and Wuhuang. They are really... overqualified and underused.

With these four people serving as referees, no matter what accidents occur on the court, there is basically no need to worry.

The faces of the four referees on the field were as black as coal.

I don’t want to. What kind of cultivation level do we have? To be the referee for these little guys?

But this was requested by Yan Nan and Dongfang Sansan at the same time, so the four of them had to agree whether they agreed or not.

There is no way, neither of these two can be offended.

"The following is a battle at the level of Wuhou. The personnel from both sides are preparing for the battle."

Yun Du, who serves as both referee and host, spoke.

The atmosphere became quiet.

There are nine people on each side, the guardian is wearing white clothes, and the orthodox disciple is wearing black robes.

White clothes are better than snow, black clothes are like ink.

The strong contrast between the two camps is extremely intuitive.

The eyes of the eighteen people looked at each other, and in an instant, a sense of fierce fighting suddenly arose.

Fang Che stood in the king-level nine-man team, his eyes slightly worried; but judging from his own eyes, the overall strength of the two sides was basically the same.

Then it depends on the fighting method.

The competition system is simple but cruel.

In a one-on-one battle, if you lose, you will be immediately disqualified, and the winner will continue to fight. In the second round, only the nine winners must fight each other, an odd number, but there is no bye.

If after your side is finished fighting, there are only two people left, and the other side has seven winners, then you have to fight all seven of the other side one-on-one.

If both of them lose in this process, then the remaining five people from the opponent will fight among themselves to compete for the championship.

Keep fighting until the end, when only one person is left, he will be the champion. Arrange them in order.

There is no fairness or unfairness: for example, if your strength is indeed the best in the game, but at the end of the fight, when there are only three people left, you fight one by one, and you are not strong enough to lose at the end, then you are not the champion.

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Because luck is also part of strength.

The rules focus on cruelty.

After the two sides draw lots, the battle begins immediately.

Although it was a sparring battle, no one chose fists or kicks, but all showed their bright weapons.

Dongfang Sansan sat in his seat, listening to the registration of the combatants from both sides. He picked up the teacup, took a sip, his eyes lit up, and said calmly: "Deputy Chief Master Yan really has a lot of good tea. This tea can calm the mind and concentrate.

Enlightenment of the Great Dao can also improve one's cultivation. Good tea, good tea."

Yan Nan said calmly: "If you like it and you don't have it over there, I'll send someone to give you some."

Vice Chief Master Yan was obviously mocking the guardians for their poverty and lack of knowledge. His voice was a bit sinister, and his words were also piliyangqiu.

But Dongfang Sansan was not angry at all, but nodded happily: "Okay, then I will wait for the good tea from Vice Chief Yan. How much can I give? I think Vice Chief Yan will not be stingy."

Yan Nan responded in shock, then couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, knowing that it was impossible for him to gain the upper hand in words.

The two sides are life-and-death enemies, so why would Dongfang Sansan care about the issue of face? What he wants is to get his own resources.

He will never give up at any point.

So he shook his head and laughed: "I made a miscalculation. Since I said it, how about I give you ten catties."

"Thank you. I'll accept it then."

Dongfang Sansan smiled and said: "In that case, send someone to get it quickly. Otherwise, if you forget it later, Vice Chief Yan will have to send someone all the way."

"You are really kind."

Yan Nan rolled his eyes and waved his hand. A man in black standing behind him immediately disappeared and came back a moment later, carrying a large bag of tea.

Dongfang Sansan took it with a smile and immediately handed it to Yang Luoyu behind him to put it away.

Yang Luoyu suppressed laughter and put the tea leaves into the space ring.

Yan Nan actually shows off his wealth in front of Master Jiu... I'm afraid he really doesn't know that Master Jiu has such a bad character...

Dongfang Sansan picked up ten pounds of good tea at the beginning and was in a happy mood.

I am already thinking about how to distribute the tea leaves and to whom it will be most effective.

For those masters who have been bottlenecked for hundreds of years, such tea is a priceless treasure.

How can the tea that Vice Chief Master Yannan drinks be ordinary?

These are the top spiritual teas in the world, but to Dongfang Sansan, the value of these ten kilograms of spiritual tea, if used on the most suitable person, is already more than a small spiritual crystal mine.

"The people who came to compete this time are just people from your Solipsism Orthodox Church headquarters, right?" Dongfang Sansan asked calmly while drinking tea, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

"There are also subordinate sects." Yan Nan remained calm and carefully observed Dongfang Sansan's eyes.

"It's the same as here, we have it here too."

Dongfang Sansan's eyes showed no expression as he looked at the field: "It seems that our guardian is going to win for the first time in this game."

A smile appeared on Yan Nan's lips: "Guardians are full of talented people, so they deserve their first victory."

Dongfang Sansan stopped talking.

Yan Nan began to review these conversations.

He got the upper hand.

Just the sentence "There are also subordinate sects" is enough for Dongfang Reverie to think about it, right?

In the first battle of Wuhou, it was indeed the Guardians who won the battle.

Everyone in the Weiwo Orthodox Church had a dark face. They lost the first battle. It was so unlucky. There was even a rough and arrogant voice that said angrily: "You little bastard, you are embarrassing me... Go back and wait!"

The loser, the disciple of the Self-Orthodox Cult, had a dull look on his face...

But in the second and third battles, the guardians lost. The two young men went back in disgrace, looking ashamed and lowering their heads deeply.

There was a dissatisfied roar from the crowd on the Guardian side.

Obviously, these two would have to be beaten to death when they return home.

All three games were fought very quickly. Although it was a friendly battle, everyone was as cruel as they could be. There was a referee anyway, so if we were beaten to death, it was the referee's business, not mine.

The fourth game begins immediately.

The people who came out of We Zhengjiao were still strong; Dongfang Sansan only glanced at them and turned back, playing with a piece of light yellow wood in his hand.

Yan Nan showed that although he was indifferent to the battle with Wu Hou, he was also lightly concerned about it.

Dongfang Sansan, on the other hand, acted like "I'm paying close attention, but in reality I'm indifferent."

On the surface, the two look similar, but if you look closely, they are in sharp contrast.

After seven consecutive battles, the Guardians won three and lost four; the battles were fierce and exciting.

But everyone among the dominant giants wants to yawn.

For them, it is simply a kind of torture to come and watch a battle of this level.

But for the onlookers, it was... so exciting! So intense! So wonderful!

Each of these contestants who participated in the Wuhou level battle showed a combat power that was around the fourth or fifth level of an ordinary king level, and some even showed a combat power comparable to that of an ordinary king level seven or eight level.

Look at their combat experience, combat prowess, and think about their age and background; everyone has the same conclusion: these little guys must have a very bright future.

As long as you don't die midway, you will be able to win everything in the future.

Finally, at the eighth scene, Chen Gu straightened up slightly.

Yan Nan looked completely uninterested.

Dongfang Sansan was clearly interested.

The member of the Solipsistic Orthodox Church who participated in this battle was named Mu Feng. He came from the southeastern headquarters of the Solipsistic Orthodox Church.

The experience is very detailed: where he was born, who his master was, what he once held, and he just participated in the project of raising Gu to become a god last year. His current cultivation level is the ninth rank of Wuhou.

The weapon is a sword.

This person went into battle with tyrannical fighting power, very domineering, and a strong aura. With just three moves, he completely suppressed the opponent on the guardian side who was also a ninth-grade Wuhou, and the outcome was clear.

"This Mu Feng is pretty good... He actually came from the Southeast Branch."

Dongfang Sansan chuckled and said to Yan Nan: "Such a talent was originally unknown in the plan to raise Gu to become a god? It seems that your sect is really full of talented people."

Yan Nan's eyes flashed, and he said calmly: "I don't pay attention to the juniors of the subordinate sect. Besides... their strength is too low. They haven't grown up yet, so paying attention is of little use. After all, there will be too many storms in the future growth. And
To be continued...