The blue sky is as clear as the sun shines brightly. Facing the slightly smoky breeze, the orchids swaying in the mountains gently, the fragrance filling the nose.

The sea is filled with green shade in the distance, birds circling, and occasionally beasts roar and insects perform a duet, making it a natural scenery.

At a corner of the hillside of Lanshan Mountain, there were two groups of people who had been cleared and neatly arranged.

On one side, there were the people of Xiniuling led by the people of Liuyin. The atmosphere was very strict and there were many innate masters, like a wave raised high, trying to swallow up everything in front of them.

The Five Ghosts, Alshan, the three demons of the Demon Sect, the Fire Ridge Double Camel, etc. are listed, but compared to the past, there are one or two more faces, Wanyan Bo, who had been to the Dungeon of the Gods and the masked man wrapped in a black robe.

The person on the Six Yin was blurred and blocked by a shallow layer of air that could not be seen by anyone. He pressed his hands on his knees and lived in the center of the innate centers, sitting upright on a golden chair.

The golden chair was carried by four acquired masters, each of which was tall and tall horizontal martial artist. His face was cold, his muscles were twisted, and his eyes were full of pride. He did not feel ashamed, but rather proud.

In fact, it is a dream for many people who have acquired the heavens to be able to carry a sedan chair for a great man of Wu Gantian. Of course, these four people are not ordinary people.

Not far away from the opposite side, Ding Hui, Xiang Yang, and a middle-aged swordsman in his forties stood side by side. Behind were ten senior detectives from the Shangjun Shenguan Sect and several young masters of the Bashan Sword Sect.

Compared with the side of Xiniuling, the overall strength of the Shenguan Sect is much worse. If it weren't for the three innate beings in front of them, the acquired detectives would have been frustrated and had no confidence.

The strength comparison between the two sides is too obvious. It can be said that if Master Liuyin had not been grateful to Ding Chun for supporting him back then, Ding Hui and his party were beaten to death in minutes, it would not be impossible for him to be destroyed.

Xiang Yang was wearing a long white sleeve and standing on the left side of Ding Hui with a magic-suppressing knife box on his back. He looked at Liuyin and his group opposite him and secretly smuggled cold sweat. Fortunately, Ding Hui had some connection, otherwise the Shangjun God's Sect would have been completely destroyed.

Of course, he also noticed several gazes that were eyeing him. Tang Wuyi, who was strong and majestic, Alshan, who covered his mouth and smiled slightly, the greedy blood spirit son, and Wanyan Bo, who was so excited about fighting, all staring at him, feeling like he was enemies with his eyes.

To be honest, except for Tang Wuyi, the other masters were not taken seriously by him. In today's battle, his opponent was Tang Wuyi, and only Tang Wuyi. After all, it was related to the seven major limits of the Sea.

On the right side of Ding Hui is an innate swordsman from the Bashan Sword Sect, named Qi Renhong, who was specially invited by Ding Hui to deal with the innate masters under Liuyin.

Qi Renhong is an inner-cultivated elder of the Bashan Sword Sect. He is a master of Cui Ming's uncle who once made an appointment with Xiang Yang. He has practiced the pure Chaoyang Sword Sutra. His realm is quite good. Although he has not yet condensed his soul, he is not far behind.

On Lanshan, there were only two people from Shenguanmen and Yuniuling. They had never invited famous masters as witnesses and referees of the three battles. In Shangjun, no one was qualified to pretend to be big in front of Liuyin Shangren.

"My master has three games to meet. I hope it will be the last one. I just hope that my master will explain who the two you are asking for are."

Ding Hui stepped forward, bowed his hands with a long sword on his back, his black hair fluttered in the breeze, his eyes were as plain as water, and he asked in response to the huge pressure of Liuyin and his subordinates.

Xiang Yang could guess a few points of his intentions, just to see whether the character is important or not. If it is not important, it would be no big deal even if it is handed over to Liuyin for free. After all, he is the one who is in charge of the Shangjun God's Sect.

"One is the leader of the Demon Claw Sect, and the other is Xiong Wanting. Both are not big names, so you can make the decision."

The person on Liuyin spoke softly. The further he went, the heavier he spoke. Finally, he was like thunder rolling, resounding on the waist of Lanshan Mountain. Countless orchids were shaken and the branches were trembling, and the waves of air surged like a tide.

The acquired constables behind Ding Hui and the outstanding disciples sent by Bashan Jian to watch the battle changed their faces and unconsciously took a few steps back. The moment the palm of his hand was put on the weapon, it fell in vain.

This is a deliberate demonstration to psychologically suppress Ding Hui's side. When they fight later, their momentum is weak, and they need to reduce their strength by three points at the start. This is a big and small way for Liuyin to play.

But it is normal. After all, the two parties are in oppositional relationships, and this will not change because of the relationship between Liuyin and Ding Hui.

"Hey, Xiong Wanting, the leader of the Demon Claw Sect, are the Zhuo family and the ones Wanyan Bo should rescue. It seems that this is the condition for Wanyan Bo to surrender to Liuyin. A magic weapon is worth it."

Xiang Yang is one of the ones who knows a lot. Wanyan Bo should have made the blue golden claws in the hands of the leader of the Demon Claw Sect, but Xiong Wanting was beyond his expectations.

If he read correctly, the man in black next to Wanyan Bo who was of medium figure and could not tell his appearance was the master who rescued Wanyan Bo from him that day.

At that time, the other party was also wandering near the dungeon. The Zhuo family might have been hired by others. The one who really wanted to save Xiong Wanting should be the master in black. I just don’t know why he took such a big risk to save a flying thief.

"If you want to make money, with these innate masters and methods without taboos, you can say that you are asking for it. Could it be that Xiong Wanting has something special?"

These thoughts just flashed through Xiang Yang's heart, and instead restrained his mind, adjusted his breath, and no longer distracted.

"They're good. Since Master is willing to reach an agreement regardless of the three wins and losses, then Ding will not be stingy. He will also hand these two people over to your hands after this battle to show sincerity."

When he heard Ding Hui say this, Wanyan Bo and the man in black in black with a medium figure beside him were shaking his body, and he obviously felt uneasy.

Although the person who was Liuyin could not see the face, almost everyone could feel a smile on the corner of the person who was Liuyin's mouth, and they were obviously very satisfied. This was a very strange intuition, but everyone believed it without doubt.

"Smart, it seems that Ding Hui from the Ding family is very skilled. He is not a young man who underestimates the world when he is just starting out. After returning to the mountain, he can get along with the leader and have more contact with Ding Hui in the future."

Xiang Yang closed his eyes and focused his mind. Qi Renhong, who was on the other side of Ding Hui, praised Ding Hui's move very much.

From beginning to end of this battle, the Divine Captain Sect is actually at a weak position. After all, the strength gap is huge. If Liuyin does not agree, Ding Hui will have nothing to do.

Now Ding Hui is regressing by himself. On the surface, he seems quite vulgar, but in fact he is a kind of wisdom to manage his connections.

This step of giving in is not to please the Six Yins, but to maintain the relationship between Six Yins and Ding Hui.

Such wisdom can be appropriate in advance and retreat, which gives Qi Renhong confidence in the Shangjun Shenguan Menwei to survive.

"I wonder who will send to the first battle of Master?"

After Ding Hui made a solemn promise, he asked with his fists.

"The three of you, except for Xiang Yang, who has cultivated the soul, are all slightly low in realm. I won't take advantage of you. Ling Kongyu, let's fight the first formation."
Chapter completed!