Chapter 2688: Chapter 1309 Victory in the First Battle (2)

Now that Ye Qinghan had given the order, everyone originally wanted to have a warm-up battle, but now they could only stay on the spot in embarrassment, and stand by on the spot according to the defensive battle formation drilled by Lei Zhen.

"Xiao Hei, check the surroundings quietly to make sure there is no strong person in ambush, and immediately devour it. Remember not to touch the prohibition of high altitude, you know?"

After running for an hour, Ye Qinghan's consciousness had quietly detected that there was indeed a large group of warriors running in a hurry in front of him, he immediately restrained his breath, and transmitted the sound to the little underworld.

"Okay, boss, look at me!"

Xiao Hei wanted to devour it from the beginning, but Ye Qinghan told him that he must not do anything without his order, so he had to go back and inform Ye Qinghan first. Immediately excitedly, he quietly went around to the side, and started to explore nearby. [

"My lord, shall we do it?"

Lord Fengyue rubbed his hands nervously, 10,000 people, that's at least 10,000 points, plus a ninth rank, that's 20,000 points. I didn't expect to get 20,000 points as soon as I entered the battlefield.

It is easy to calculate the points of the plane battlefield. Below the Venerable are all white badges, one point for one point, even the peak of the seventh-rank God of War, it is one point. However, it is different when the strength reaches the Venerable. The badge of the Venerable is blue, and there is one for every thousand points. Ninth-rank martial artist is a black badge, one for 10,000 points, one price for lower-rank and upper-rank peak, there is no difference. The Ninth Grade Supreme is the highest level, with a golden badge, one for 50,000 points!

If you want to win in the plane battlefield, you must have more than one to five million points! Of course, killing warriors from this plane does not count. And if more than half of the ninth-rank powerhouses in the plane surrendered, they would be sent to Panshan immediately to belong to the side that lost the plane, no matter how many points they had, it would be useless.

The last time Ye Qinghan was on the plane battlefield, he just wanted to go home, he didn't care about these things, and he didn't ask about them. Of course you already know everything!

1.5 million points doesn't seem to be difficult to obtain, as long as you kill 1.5 million ordinary fighters, or kill 30 ninth-rank supreme beings, you can win immediately.

If there were 1.5 million warriors standing in front of Ye Qinghan, maybe Ye Qinghan could easily slap him to death. But which legion does not have a ninth-rank powerhouse to follow? The most important thing is that until the decisive battle, it is very difficult to meet the big army. Unless Ye Qinghan led a team to wander outside the Magic Mountain. It's just... the magic mountain is so big, and there are many restrictions outside, it might be annihilated by an entire army!

Seeing that Ye Qinghan was lost in thought, Lord Fengyue said excitedly again: "Great Emperor, Great Emperor, do you need to do something?"

Ye Qinghan looked at the country bumpkin who had never seen the majestic Lord Fengyue, and continued to protrude his consciousness, and said lightly: "No, wait for Xiao Hei to come back!"

Xiao Hei's devouring ability is against the sky, everyone in the God Realm knows this, the Demon Supreme was devoured by Xiao Hei. However, most people in the God Realm don't know that Xiao Hei treats low-level warriors the most cruelly. Fighters below the Venerable Master, any more Xiao Hei can kill them all in an instant!

"Ah!" "Woo!" "Hiss!"

Sure enough, not long after, there was a scream in the distance, but the scream only lasted for a moment, and then immediately calmed down. Lord Fengyue's spiritual consciousness is not strong, and he doesn't know what happened, so he looks at Ye Qinghan in a daze.

Ye Qinghan clapped his hands, and said nonchalantly: "Let's go, Xiao Hei's done! Go collect badges!"

"What? 10,000 people, led by a ninth-rank expert, killed them all in an instant? This..."

Lord Fengyue trembled, looked at Ye Qinghan's back in disbelief, swallowed his saliva, and rushed forward in disbelief.