Chile also laughed angry. Before he could speak, the Chang'an Sword Immortal beside him said leisurely: "Then beat him until he admits defeat. If he doesn't give up, then beat him to death."

Yang Wudao nodded in a clear way and immediately jumped back, "I admit defeat."

He turned around and got off the ring, leaving behind the dumbfounded Wu Fenghan and a crowd of people watching the fun.

What's this called? Let's fight first?

Wouldn't that be the first to win another match against Xiaoyao Sect in the future?

Ah! There is no follow-up to this Xiaoyao Sect!

The Beast God Sect and Dingjian Pavilion, who were originally slightly happy to see the Wumeng Sect being selected, became envious at this moment.

This Xiaoyao Sect is like a living treasure. Now that Wumeng Sect only needs to win another battle, the number of places to climb the mountain will be stable.

Alas, is this the so-called dependence on good and bad fortune?

The leader of the Beast God Sect, Xia Shanhu, and the leader of the Dingjian Pavilion, Chen Mobai, looked at each other and smiled helplessly.

Wu Fenghan got off the stage in depression. Although he won a game for the sect, he felt like he had eaten shit.

On the contrary, Yang Wudao was like nothing, but he was still arrogant when he came down, walking in the pace of his relatives not recognizing his relatives.

The referee cleared his throat, "The first battle, Wumeng Sect won. The second battle between the two sides, please come on stage."

The Wumeng Sect sent a man who was nearly forty years old. His level in the realm of Zhiming Realm is already extraordinary.

But when someone walked out of the Xiaoyao Sect team and headed towards the high platform.

Everyone was not calm, even Ku Lian, Zhuang Jinju and others looked up.
Chapter completed!