Chapter 2400 A Joke

Before, the Big Fat Rabbit and Xiao Ye were both at the Great Consummation of the Mysterious Core Realm. It was barely acceptable to cross a great realm and defeat cultivators in the early or even middle stages of Xiaoxian.

But now, what he sent was a real great immortal, and it was by no means comparable to ordinary great immortals. How could it be possible to rival him in the Profound Core Realm?

The only explanation is that the other party is not in the Profound Core Realm at all.

Yu Wenzhuo locked his eyes firmly on the ring.

But after watching for a long time, the other party is still a cultivator in the mortal realm.

"Such a high level of camouflage..." Yu Wenzhuo's heart trembled. At the beginning, outside Yuwen City, the person who pretended to be Ran was also flawless. If he hadn't left traces on the real Ran, he would not have been able to detect it at all.

"Is it possible..."

Yu Wenzhuo muttered to himself, "Impossible, impossible, even if he is a great power of Jinxian, he can't come out alive after entering the world of monsters!"

When Yu Wenzhuo frowned, Liu Lang on the stage played more and more easily.

Because, after a few rounds, he suddenly discovered that the fighting style of this ghostly black shadow is very similar to that of monsters in the world of monsters. Back then, Liu Lang killed not a thousand monsters in the world of monsters. There is also Zhuo, what's the point of staying in the Yuwen Tribe, why not come to our Zuoqiu League! "On the stage, while Liu Lang kept parrying, he waged a psychological war.

However, no matter what Liu Lang said, the other party didn't respond, they just attacked desperately.

Yu Wenzhuo is a great immortal, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that Liu Lang didn't use his full strength at all.

"This time, we admit defeat!"

hesitated for a moment,

Yu Wenzhuo shouted loudly.

"Admit defeat?"

"Why admit defeat?"

Not only the Yuwen Tribe, but also the Zuoqiu League, many people couldn't understand it, because, in their view, the two people on the stage were inseparable, and there was no advantage or disadvantage at all.

But the black-robed man on the ring was very obedient, as soon as Yu Wenzhuo spoke, he immediately stopped fighting and stepped back.

"Won!"

"Our Zuoqiu League won!"

Seeing the action of the man in black, the millions of cultivators of the Zuoqiu League immediately cheered.

Although the process was not smooth, at the beginning, they were even led by the Yuwen tribe, but the final result was acceptable to everyone, which also strengthened their confidence in staying in the Zuoqiu League and contributing to the Zuoqiu League.

On the Yuwen Tribe side, although there are disappointments, most people are still satisfied.

Because, although they did not win the gambling battle, after Yu Wenzhuo became the high priest, the changes in the Yuwen tribe were obvious. You can wrestle with Zuoqiumeng.

At the beginning, those members who still held grudges against Yu Wenzhuo, at this moment, no longer have the slightest doubt.

However, this last competition did not end like everyone expected.

"Admit defeat? I didn't say admit defeat here!"

Seeing that the man in black was about to step down from the ring, Liu Lang sneered, his body suddenly increased, and he reached behind the man in black in an instant, and stretched out his hand to pinch the man in black's shoulder.

The man in black suddenly lost the power to resist.

The reason why Liu Lang has been in the ring for so long is that he wants to see what's going on with these cultivators who have been promoted to the fairyland one step at a time. How can they just give up on the specimens that were finally delivered to their door?

"this……"

The sudden change made the boiling scene quiet down all of a sudden.

"The outcome has been decided, but you sneak attack from behind, what are you capable of?" Yu Wenzhuo's expression changed, and he shouted loudly.

"Sneak attack?"

Liu Lang curled his lips and said, "Can you steal one and let me see?"

"This..." Yu Wenzhuo was speechless.

A blind person could see that Liu Lang was able to capture the man in black because of his real strength.

"Hide your figure in a black robe, are you afraid of seeing people?"

On the ring, Liu Lang tore off the disguise of the man in black as soon as he stretched out his hand.

However, at this time, the man in black was still carrying Liu Lang on his back, Liu Lang shook his palm slightly, and the man in black turned around like a spinning top.

"Miss!"

The people on the side of Zuoqiu League were all watching intently. After seeing the true face of the black-robed man in Lushan, many people from Zuoqiu tribe exclaimed.

"Chan'er!"

Liu Lang was also taken aback, because under the black robe, what was concealed was the bargaining chip in this gambling battle, Zuo Qiuchan. If Zuoqiuchan hadn't been used as a hostage, Zuoqiumeng would have already used the superiority in numbers to flatten the Yuwen tribe, and there was no need to compete in this match.

Liu Lang never dreamed that Zuo Qiuchan, whom he searched hard but could not find, was on the stage and represented the Yuwen Tribe in the battle.

Facing the cries of Liu Lang and countless people from the Zuoqiu tribe, Zuoqiuyan did not respond.

At this time, Liu Lang discovered that Zuo Qiuchan's eyes were full of scarlet color, and this scarlet color was the obvious sign of those little fairies from the Yuwen tribe when they used their berserk magical powers.

"Yu Wenzhuo!"

Liu Lang's gaze shifted to Yu Wenzhuo in an instant, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "What did you do to her?"

Yu Wenzhuo looked extremely ugly.

"I think there is some misunderstanding here!"

Mu Xueqing of Zuoqiu League, You Zhuo broke into a cold sweat for a while.

"Misunderstand?"

Liu Lang's figure suddenly disappeared in place, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived at Yu Wenzhuo's side. Before Yu Wenzhuo had time to react, he was completely banned by Liu Lang's wave of several spells.

"boom……"

The hundreds of thousands of cultivators of the Yuwen Tribe were shocked.

The High Priest, whom they worshiped as a god, was vulnerable to the cultivators of the Zuoqiu League. Looking at it this way, the previous nine rounds of five wins was simply a joke.

(end of this chapter)...

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