Above their heads, Lin Zichong and Wan Jinghong stopped the fierce battle, and at this moment, the faces of everyone in the Beichen Sect were hard to see.
One Yang Rui made them feel a headache, and this strong man made them feel even more frightened, plus a Lin Zichong, the strength of the Maoshan faction, in this Hundred Divisions Alliance, has faintly reached the strongest.
Mao Junfeng wanted to come up and say hello to his old friend, but when he caught a glimpse of the Mao family behind him, he chose to avoid it, and returned to the entrance of the flag cave with the four of Xiaohe and Mobei.
At the top of Zhongnan Mountain, Mao Shixuan suddenly sat up from his chair suddenly, looking at the blurred back on the screen, his brows wrinkled together.
"What's wrong" Hua Kaifu asked, looking at his strange behavior.
The latter was silent for two seconds, then shook his head.
"I'm wrong," he groaned, and sat down again.
The Hundred Divisions Alliance has reached the third round, and there are already a lot of conclusions in everyone's minds.
In everyone's opinion, now with the existence of Yang Rui and this strong man, the Maoshan faction has become the most powerful lineup on the field at this time.
"Let's capture the flag first."
Coming back to his senses, Yang Rui said lightly.
Everyone nodded.
"This junior brother, what do you call it" Lin Zichong held the Fang Tian painting halberd, domineering, leaning forward, when he was not in the sect, he learned from the mouth of the junior brother and sister that there was such a powerful junior brother, and now he can see that it is really strong and incomparable "Yang Rui, Senior Brother Lin is good."
Yang Rui said respectfully, and his attitude was very sincere.
"These are all your brothers," Lin Zichong asked in shock, the strength of this sturdy young man made him feel terrified.
"Hehe, we are five brothers, the second dog platoon, I am the third, the fourth is the fourth, this is the fifth, and the eldest is in the army."
Yang Meng scratched his head and smiled innocently, which was a little inconsistent with his previous domineering image.
However, it is much more approachable.
Everyone was still jealous of him just now, but now they let go a lot because of his words.
Everyone in the Mao family followed behind them, and they couldn't speak all the time, one Yang Rui was enough to surprise them, and now this brother of his is even more perverted to the point of being terrifying.
"What kind of family is this," Feng Ye muttered, looking shocked.
"Hehe, I feel that this Hundred Divisions Alliance has nothing to do with a few of us anymore."
Bai Canglan and Huang Zhengyu glanced at each other, they all smiled awkwardly, with the existence of the three people in front, there was no need to capture the flag at all, and when they walked over, those people naturally gave up the flag.
"Just kidding, grab the flag with this kind of person" "What does not exist, this is called wise" "No matter how many opportunities there are, no matter how many choices I make, I will not hesitate to give them the flag in my hand."
After experiencing a fierce battle before, this capture of the flag was a little cold, and it was a little peaceful, and after a short battle, the remaining forces on the field were all relatively powerful forces.
Yang Rui's Maoshan and the disciples of the Mao family occupied two flags, Mao Junfeng's six people kept one flag, Beichen Sect and Hongyuan Pavilion each picked up one flag, although the strength of the Nanban duo was a little worse than Yang Rui's combination, but it was still incomparable, except for Yang Rui and them, no one dared to compete with them Yingfeng.
And the lineup of the other side is a little weird, a group of eight people each stepping on clogs, holding a katana, wrapped in black clothes, unable to see their faces, but judging from the fluctuations emanating from their bodies, each of them is the top master of the peak of refining the five grades.
Such a combination suddenly made Yang Rui and the others slightly stunned.
"Those people don't seem to be from country Z" Lin Zichong looked at the group of eight, his brows furrowed slightly.
"Clogs and katana are a bit like Dongying samurai," Bai Canglan, who was well-informed among the several people, said in a deep voice after a moment of silence.
"Toei Samurai" "What are they coming for?"
Everyone was taken aback.
"The strength of each of these eight people is extraordinary, and the realm of the first person is that even I can't see through it" At this moment, Yang Rui's face became gloomy.
"The Hundred Divisions of my country Z will be in the alliance, and the Dongying warriors are running to do something" Naiva squinted, her eyes wandered back and forth among the eight people, and finally stopped at a long-haired woman, and after a closer look, Naiwa's eyes suddenly lit up The graceful body and slender legs, although they were covered by clothes, still could not hide her feminine atmosphere.
"Beauty."
Light and light ink words, without decoration, just like a woman without makeup, no makeup, natural beauty "Although Dongying has become a subsidiary of our country, its strength cannot be underestimated, this Hundred Divisions Alliance is a grand meeting of our Z country's refining Qi world, and we must not let these people take the lead This will be spread out, and we will not lose the prestige of our great country," Lin Zichong said.
When everyone heard this, they all nodded.
Eight flags, seven are determined, and all the rest have their final goal set on that last one.
All kinds of Qi breath were permeated, hundreds of people fought for that banner, and many waves of forces fought in a scuffle, and finally were pocketed by the four uglies of Jiangbei.
Two flags, twenty people can be selected, Yang Rui and they currently have twenty-three people, just more than Yang Meng and his three brothers.
When Yang Rui was suddenly a little embarrassed, the fourth baby patted him on the shoulder, "We have a team over there, a six-person group invited us, fixed a team, capture the flag in a while, we join forces" "Okay, that's good."
After speaking, the three of them returned to Mao Junfeng's six-member group first.
The selection is over, and at the top of Zhongnan Mountain, the bell rings again.
Eight flags were removed from four, and four remained.
The rest of the forces, not a single weak.
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The duo of the Nanban brothers, perhaps because of Yang Rui and a few others, actually chose to cooperate with the Northern Dust Sect, and faintly, even the Hongyuan Pavilion was moving closer to the Northern Dust Sect.
Yang Rui, who was watching this scene, frowned unnaturally gloomy.
If these three teams join forces, then they will be in danger this time.
The Ten Thousand Shocks of the Beichen Sect can compete with Lin Zichong, and the most important thing is that there is an unfathomable woman in white.
Hongyuan Pavilion's Chen Kaige and Zhu Shiyun are both influential figures, plus the Nanban duo, if they are united, there is no team that can match this time.
"Brother Chen, Miss Zhu, it's really a wise choice" Wan Jinghong said with a smile, "You have also seen the strength of that strong young man, the thunder attribute alchemist, looking at his golden and red golden bell, there should be a kind of fire attribute Qi, which is incomparably powerful, it is really terrifying, if we don't join forces, there will be no place for us to wait for the Hundred Divisions Alliance this time."
"Right now, only we join forces to eliminate them, and then compete for the top three seats with their abilities, how?"
Although Chen Kaige was helpless, he was helpless.
He wasn't even sure that he would be able to tie with that person, if he was there, it would be absolutely impossible for the leader of the Hundred Divisions Alliance to fall on them, and Hongyuan Pavilion would probably not even be able to enter the top three.
Compared to the reward of the first prize, although the temporary teaming up is not glamorous, it is the most correct choice at the moment "Guys, I'm sorry."
He looked at the direction where Yang Meng and the others were going, and said in a deep voice.
Fourth, commemorating the cold eyes again
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