General Tielin's magic iron face was flushed and he was very proud.

"Yuan Zhan, you have already lost two people. I wonder if anyone dares to fight again?"

Magic Iron laughed.

Yuan Zhan snorted coldly and looked back again.

"Everyone, but anyone else is willing to play?"

Fang Xiao looked at all the disciples.

Everyone was silent.

Among the outer disciples of the four major sects this time, there were more than 100 disciples from the first level of the Lingwu Realm, but no one dared to play.

Although the strength shown by the disciple of Lieyang Sect just now is not the strongest among them, he is also the best among them.

Even that person couldn't stop Liangchuan from having a knife. The others came on stage, which was like seeking death.

This is not a sect competition. If you lose, you can start over again.

If you lose here, it means the death of the soul of life and death.

Some disciples with high cultivation are helpless. Although they are strong, they cannot play.

Seeing that no disciples of the four major sects came on stage, Yuan Zhan was secretly annoyed and immediately gave an order to the deputy general beside him.

Immediately, a soldier in armor came out from the Black Scale Army.

Since no disciples of the four major sects came on stage, Yuan Zhan had to dispatch soldiers in the army.

It is impossible to let him, Yuan Zhan, take the initiative to admit defeat.
Chapter completed!