Elder Huang smiled coldly in his heart.

Although Wushuang has not participated in the competition now, he can pass the tragic situation of the disciples who participated in the competition in the Qingyun Sword Sect, so that Wushuang, who is ignorant of the world, will know the consequences of offending him, Huang Yongliang.

Although the Qingyun Sword Sect has a backer, who cares about the life or death of the disciples!

A plan flashed in his eyes. After all the participating disciples of all the sects entered the cave, Elder Huang closed the gate of the cave.

"Look! Someone's name on the stone tablet is dark!"

At this time, someone exclaimed.

So soon? Someone died?

Everyone was surprised. As soon as they entered, a disciple of the sect died!

Sure enough, a person's name became dull on the huge stone tablet, which means that he had died in the cave.

"It should be killed by someone."

Long Mo said in a deep voice.

Mu Wushuang nodded. It was so early that the disciples probably hadn't encountered monsters. Even if they encountered monsters, the monsters outside were definitely very low-level monsters. It was impossible for disciples who could be in the competition by the sect to go into the competition. Even low-level monsters could not be killed.

So, it is obvious that the disciples started fighting each other before they killed the monsters.

This competition looks very intense and cruel.

I guess in the end, there will definitely not be many disciples who can come out alive.

Because in this game, there are more demon cores than who kills more demon beasts.

Even if there were not many monsters killed by disciples, he finally snatched the other people's demon core, and the demon core was also his.

If you want to win the top three, you must grab more demon cores!

Mu Wushuang looked at the front of the cave, and Huang Yongliang's sneer on his face, thinking that things must be not simple. Huang Yongliang came prepared and was deliberately targeting her. If she didn't enter the competition, the targeting would fall on Cangyang and the others.

"Don't worry."

Long Moshen held her hand and said, "I taught Tang Wen, and his formation is not a problem to deal with the siege."

Even if someone is ignorant, they can go back to the yin.

What they learned this year is more than just one path of cultivation.

Mu Wushuang smiled brightly: "Of course I'm not worried. Uncle, you said that they want to win the first place."

This competition was indeed as Mu Wushuang and the others expected. From the beginning, it was full of blood. In just half a day, 30% of the people on the stone tablet were fewer.

This made the heads and elders of the sects on the stands look ugly. How could the good seedlings of their own sects die like this?

As time passed, there were fewer and fewer disciples on the stone tablet. By the afternoon of the next day, almost all the disciples of almost all the sects died, and several sects had no living habits.

Angry and angry voices appeared in the stands.

"There is something wrong with the competition! There must be something wrong!"

"How come so many disciples died!"

"No more competition! This year our sect won't compete, we only have two people left! I don't want to compensate these two people too!"

...

The head and elder of the sect sitting next to Mu Wushuang and the others were red in their eyes. All the disciples of their sect were dead. Hearing his choking voice, it seemed that among the dead disciples, one of the head's own son was.

But Elder Huang outside was indifferent and even sneered:

"The time has not come, and the competition cannot be ended. You small sects cannot match. Don't compete next time, it's embarrassing!"

He felt distressed and thoughtful for his disciples, but in his eyes it was embarrassing, which made countless people very angry.

But what can they do? Elder Huang is the elder of the Guiyuan Sect of the first-class sect. They are just the Qiliu Sect. When they face Guiyuan Sect, they will be like an egg hitting a stone!

Now everyone knows that there is definitely a problem with this sect competition, and it may not be related to this Elder Huang!

"Uncle Emperor, have you noticed it?"

Mu Wushuang pointed at the huge stone tablet.

"Well, there are quite a few people in the Yinhuan Sect."

Long Mo's deep thought.

Except for the twenty people from the Qingyun Sword Sect, all are still alive, and there is only one person in the Silver Ring Sect.

The other sects have suffered more or less losses.

Of course, there is no problem with their sect. Cangyang and others will not deliberately kill disciples from other sects. Then, it is very likely that the disciple of the Silver Ring Sect has something to do.

Wujizi said with a heavy expression:

"The Silver Ring Sect fell from the Six-Ruo Sect last year. Their sect is not weak. I just found out that the Silver Ring Sect has accepted five or six disciples with good talent and high cultivation not long ago, and their cultivation is in the late stage of the Spirit King Realm."

"I received it not long ago? Is there still a high level of cultivation?"

Mu Wushuang suddenly sneered and glanced at Elder Huang below.

It seems that this elder Huang must have done it.

How can ordinary sects receive disciples with high cultivation? How can Silver Ring Sect only be a seven-river sect? How can it be possible for disciples with high talent and cultivation to be in the late stage of the Spirit King Realm?

Huang Yongliang is too blatant!

This man is indeed insidious and has been dormant for all year, just for today!

It’s a pity that he made the wrong plan. She did not participate in the competition. Moreover, their Qingyun Sword Sect is no longer the small sect of last year. Huang Yongliang thought that this would damage their disciples?

Innocent!

Mu Wushuang clenched his fists, and Huang Yongliang should have been torn into pieces for these innocent disciples of other sects!

It was only half an hour before the end of the game, and the names on the stone tablet dimmed faster than before.

Wujizi was worried, afraid that there would be problems with his disciples of his sect.

However, his concerns were redundant. Mu Wushuang and Long Moshen were not worried, because they believed that Cangyang and others would unite to deal with the people of the Yinhuan Sect.

"Hiss! Qiu Yu was seriously injured!" Wu Jizi stood up, very nervous.

Many junior brothers were also squeezing their hearts, for fear that something would happen to them.

On the stone tablet, the light on the words Qiu Yu of Qingyun Sword Sect is a little dark, but it has not been completely dark, which means that he is not dead yet.

"Junior Brother Qiu, hurry up, swallow this pill! This is the sixth-level blood recovery pill refined by the senior sister!"

In the cave, Cangyang took out a pill and stuffed it into Qiu Yu's mouth.

Qiu Yu was caught in the plot and almost died, but their situation is not very good now. They are surrounded by a group of people, all of whom are disciples of the Silver Ring Sect.

Several disciples of the Silver Ring Sect with high cultivation level had cold faces and their temperaments were exactly the same as Elder Huang. They did not look like disciples of the Silver Ring Sect, but more like disciples of Guiyuan Sect.

"Tsk tsk, such a good elixir is wasted on a dying person, it's a luxury! Your Qingyun Sword Sect is indeed rich and powerful! It's worthy of its reputation! Hahaha!"

"Hehe, after taking their lives, their wealth will be ours!"

"It is said that every Qingyun Sword Sect disciple has a lot of elixirs and spirit stones on it. Please give it to me!"
Chapter completed!