“Senior Brother Wan, Elder Jiang, facts speak louder than words!” Su Mo said lightly with a smile on his face.
He didn’t want to be a hero, he just wanted to show himself a little bit. If all the disciples of Fenglei Shenzong were defeated later, he might still have a chance to play.
Hearing Su Mo’s words, Elder Jiang and Senior Brother Wan’s expressions became even uglier.
Especially Senior Brother Wan, who said that Su Mo was talking nonsense before, but now Su Mo was right. He just felt that he couldn’t save face.
“Su Mo, you are lucky, you guessed right by a coincidence!” Senior Brother Wan said with a gloomy expression.
Hearing this, Su Mo chuckled and didn’t answer, and he didn’t bother to argue with the other party.
Tong Qiu’s victory and Huo Yun’s defeat made the Fenglei Shenzong members depressed, but on the contrary, the Eight-eyed clan members were all overjoyed.
“Elder Jiang, a small victory, let it go!”
Elder Tongyu of the Eight-eyed Clan clasped his fists at Elder Jiang with a smile on his face.
Elder Tongyu is eight feet tall and has a strong physique. The eight eyes on his forehead are shining brightly in the blink of an eye.
“It’s just one game, continue!” Elder Jiang said indifferently, he really didn’t care much.
Because, their Fenglei Shenzong didn’t lose once or twice, it can be said that they lost nine out of ten battles, and he was used to losing.
Immediately afterwards, a genius from the Eight-eyed Clan came on stage again, and from the Fenglei Shenzong, it was Senior Brother Wang.
Not surprisingly, after more than a hundred moves, Senior Brother Wang was also defeated!
Fortunately, this senior brother Wang fought hundreds of moves, and he didn’t lose too badly.
Senior Brother Wang’s defeat disappointed everyone in Defenglei Shenzong once again.
Because he has already lost two games in a row, if he loses another game, or three games in a row, there is no need to compete in the fourth game, because there is no hope of winning.
And if they can win all of the last two games, then there will be a chance to compete again.
“The disciples of the Fenglei Shenzong are really becoming more and more useless!”
The elder An Lin of the Shadow Clan shook his head slightly, the final victors this time, none other than their Shadow Clan.
“Hope it ends soon!”
Dark Sword, the number one evildoer of the Shadow Clan, said with a blank face, no one is qualified to fight with him, the geniuses of the Fenglei Shenzong and the Eight-Eyed Clan are just for him to choose at will.
However, for this kind of battle, Dark Sword is also very helpless, because in order to keep every battle, the Shadow Clan must win.
He was pulled over to join the battle almost every time.
Although to him, it was just a trivial matter between turning his palms, but it would always delay his cultivation.
“Dark Sword interrupted your retreat time, but it won’t last long!” Elder Anlin said.
“It doesn’t matter!” Dark Sword shook his head, maybe he won’t need to make a move later, the first three battles will determine the final outcome.
At this moment, the third battle is about to begin.
I saw another genius from the Eight-eyed Clan enter the stage, engulfed in a majestic momentum, and the shaking void continued to burst.
This eight-eyed genius was wearing a gray and white blouse, with long and narrow cheeks, and eight eyes as sharp as eagles.
“Lingman, do you have confidence?” Elder Jiang asked the ‘Sister Lin’ beside him.
The genius of the eight-eyed tribe, named Tonghua, is very powerful, and can be called a first-class master among the warriors in the late stage of the Martial Saint Realm.
Therefore, Elder Jiang did not have much confidence in Lin Man.
“Elder Jiang, I will do my best!” Lin Man took a deep breath, and then flew towards the field in a flash.
Seeing this, all the disciples of Fenglei Shenzong sighed slightly, they all felt very aggrieved.
If Senior Sister Lin loses, they will have to go back home.
Wan Shengxiao narrowed his eyes slightly, he also hoped that Lin Man would win, otherwise, he would not even have a chance to make a move.
In the past six months, his strength has improved a lot. This time he wants to challenge Dark Sword and defeat him in one fell swoop. Although the odds of winning are not great, he still has to give it a try.
“Some odds!”
Su Mo squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Lin Man carefully. According to his perception, Lin Man’s strength was no worse than that genius of the eight-eyed race, and should be in the middle of the pack.