Nutao nodded faintly and said, "Ling Yu, thank you for your hard work. These ten people are the top ten in this wasteland competition. I will leave these seven people to you."

"Yes!" Ling Yu nodded, then glanced at everyone, with a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

"Xiao Chen, Mu Qingxuan, Wang Kun, you three follow me, I will arrange a good place for you to live."

Nutao said, his voice very gentle.

"Yeah." The three of them nodded and followed Nutao. Ling Yu looked at Nutao in surprise. In the past, these disciples from other domains were all here to arrange residences. He did not expect Nutao to make arrangements in person, and he found that Nutao's attitude towards these three people seemed a bit too good.

Then Ling Yu couldn't help but look at the three of them, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "The third level of Martial Saint? Where in the wilderness area can cultivate to the third level of Martial Saint, this kid's talent is probably very strong."

Then he looked at Mu Qingxuan again, and a stunning look flashed in his eyes. Then he found that he could not see through Mu Qingxuan's strength, which shocked him.

"Is this woman's cultivation higher than mine?" Ling Yu couldn't help but think, but then he quickly rejected this idea. He is at the fourth level of the Martial Saint, how could an existence stronger than him appear in the wasteland.

Finally, he looked at Xiao Chen again and found that Xiao Chen was only the second level of the Martial God, and he became even more confused because he found that Nu Tao's attitude towards Xiao Chen was more friendly than others.

"Yeah, isn't this Brother Nutao? I've come back from that garbage wasteland. I brought a few geniuses this time to come back?"

Just as Xiao Chen and his friends walked out of the courtyard, a loud voice sounded loudly but full of sarcasm.

Nutao's face suddenly became gloomy.

Xiao Chen and others behind him also looked up, but saw a tall old man walking out of the yard next to him, with about twenty young people following behind him.

The old man was wearing a purple robe and had a very strong aura.

The twenty or so young men behind him were very arrogant and were looking at Xiao Chen and others with disdainful eyes.

After seeing the old man, Lutao's face was so gloomy that water dripped out.

"Zhao Zheng!" Nutao said coldly.

"Yo, Is there a third level of Martial Saint? Well? There is also a second level of Martial God's garbage. Haha, this wasteland is getting more and more garbage!" Zhao Zheng looked at the people behind Nutao and made undisguised sarcasm.

"You want to die!" Xiao Chen looked at Zhao Zheng coldly.

"You don't want to live anymore!" Wang Kun also looked at Zhao Zheng coldly.

"You are tired of living!" Mu Qingxuan also looked at Zhao Zheng coldly.

As Zhao Zheng finished speaking, three voices sounded almost at the same time. Xiao Chen, Mu Qingxuan, and Wang Kun all looked at Zhao Zheng coldly, without any concealment of murderous intent in their eyes.

Three cold voices fell, and the field was silent. Ling Yu and others behind him looked at the three of them in amazement, unable to react.

These three people are threatening Zhao Zheng? Zhao Zheng is the host of the first domain, and the weakest ones are the eighth-level strong men of the Martial Saint.

Zhao Zheng's sarcastic smile was stiff on his face. After reacting, he looked at the three people behind Nutao in cold weather.

And the group of young men behind him also looked at the three of them coldly.
Chapter completed!