Subconsciously, Situ Nan actually hoped that Dongfang Mo would not appear and not respond to the battle. He was indeed a little unbearable in dignity, but it was much better than losing his life.

On this day, the sun was extremely bright, the sky was cloudless, and the sky was as clear as a blue sky. It was a rare day with bright sunshine.

Early in the morning, all the disciples of the Sword Sect flocked to the huge battle table in the center of the sect. On this life-and-dea battle table, a period of time had a big show, that is, Dongfang Mo was here and killed Mo Qingchou.

But today, the attraction here is definitely even more terrifying than the last time. The Sword Sect, as long as the disciples who can come, have all come to this battle stage.

The fighting platform of the Sword Sect is extremely tall, with stands around it. This is what Leng Yan asked after returning to the Sword Sect these days, that is, the people who came here to watch Leng Yan fight with Dongfang Mo were no longer just from the Sword Sect, but also from the major sects and major city lords' mansions.

Before dawn, the reception elder of the Sword Sect got up and kept busy. At the beginning, they were just elders from some small sects. The reception elder thought they were just trying to watch the fun. After an hour, the reception elder felt something was wrong. The one who came early was just the vanguard. Behind, they were the elders of various surrounding sects.

If the reception elder could barely calm down now, then, with the registration disciple singing: "The head of the Leng family in Qiucheng is here", he almost fainted. The head of the Leng family, his identity is no lower than that of his own sect leader.

The reception elder immediately informed his sect leader. When Situ Nan heard this, he was even more surprised. In front of the Leng family in Qiucheng, the Sword Sect was actually not good enough. Unexpectedly, Leng Jiaming, the head of the Leng family, came in person for this appointment. Why didn’t he realize that Leng Yan had such a status in the Leng family? Or is this Dongfang Mo a little too concerned by the Leng family?

However, the next person, even the sect leader of the Sword Sect, frowned because the people who came one after another, actually had some sect leaders of the sect.

When the people from Xiacheng came, there were even more huge groups of people. There were many families in Xiacheng. With the Mo family and the Yang family, now, the heads of these two families have come to the Sword Sect. The last one to appear was Sun Yingtian, the lord of Xiacheng.

All of this made Situ Nan frown tightly. Before, he really didn't expect that it would be this battle

The only thing that made him feel a little comforted was the arrival of the Lord of the City of Dongcheng. Even if the Lord of the City of Dongcheng was low, this was not a hostile force after all. The Qin family in the city of Dongcheng also lived in person.

Situ Nan felt a little nervous. He had never been as nervous as he had been sitting in the position of the Sword Sect leader for so many years, because the people who came here all had a marriage with Dongfang Mo. How much they wanted Dongfang Mo to die? Everyone understood that even if Dongfang Mo came here in such a high-profile manner today, would it really end all this?

Situ Nan couldn't help but sweat. Now, the only thing that could reassure him was that Dongfang Mo still did not appear in the Sword Sect

The guests who came to the Sword Sect were as if they had agreed. For a while, they came to the Sword Sect together. Suddenly, the Sword Sect stands were full of people. The disciples of the Sword Sect had hid aside because of these identities, even the elders of the Sword Sect, were respectful, and they quickly hid far away.

People all know that Dongfang Mo has not appeared in the Sword Sect yet, and some people began to whisper: "It's time now. Why didn't Dongfang Mo appear yet? Isn't it really scared by Senior Brother Leng's cultivation level?"

"I don't think Dongfang Mo is such a person," said another person. He has always regarded Dongfang Mo as his role model.

Another disciple has always been a supporter of Leng Yan: "No matter whether it is, I think even if Dongfang Mo is killed, I can't reach Ning Xuan. If you come, who would be so stupid if you die, unless his head is kicked by a donkey or he is clipped by the door."

The disciples of the Sword Sect kept whispering, but the people with identities on the stands were all sitting upright. Situ Nan, the leader of the Sword Sect, also came to the stands and sat in the main seat, constantly talking to the people around him, but he was extremely nervous.

At this time, there was a commotion under the competition stage. This commotion started from the periphery of the crowd.

"The protagonist is on the stage." With a sharp shout, everyone's eyes turned to where the sound came from.

"Yes, it's really Senior Brother Leng." Some female disciples screamed.

Leng Yan, the first disciple in the Sword Sect to achieve the Ningxuan Practice, will naturally be paid attention and admired by all female disciples. If these female disciples can do it, they will definitely send the little stars in their eyes to Leng Yan. If Leng Yan takes a look at it, it will make them jump up happily.

Where Leng Yan passed, it suddenly became like this boiling state. Although Leng Yan's face was cold, it could not reduce people's enthusiasm for his cultivation.

Cultivation is the same strength as iron. Ning Xuanjing, let alone the close relationship with Leng Yan, even if you can say something to this Senior Brother Leng, then in the future, it will be a big talk.

But Leng Yan's aura definitely prevents these ordinary disciples from getting close to him. It seems like a circle of protective covers formed around him, and that kind of spirit is something that no one can get close to him.

Under such circumstances, Leng Yan slowly climbed onto the battle stage step by step under everyone's attention.

With endless momentum, he stood in the center of the dou platform and cleared his throat slightly. Suddenly, the people present became quiet, and they looked silent. People all wanted to hear what Leng Yan said

"Today is the day of the decisive battle between me and Dongfang Mo. Dongfang Mo, where are you? Did you come?" Leng Yan's voice was not high, but his voice was calm, and it was definitely the tone of endless depression.

No one said anything, people looked at me, I looked at you, now Leng Yan is really Ning Xuanjing, does Dongfang Mo really dare to come

Even people who believed that Dongfang Mo was a man had been shaken before, and when their lives were threatened, dignity could be ignored for the time being.

All so many people, facing Leng Yan's inquiry, didn't even have a single voice.

Just when Leng Yan wanted to continue to say something more arrogant, the leader of the Sword Sect, who was sitting in the main seat, spoke: "Leng Yan, there is still one hour before the start of the battle, so you should not be too anxious."

Facing so many people, Situ Nan's situation of speaking like this is extremely obvious. The sect leader and family leader here, all of whom are empty in their eyelashes, can naturally hear clearly.

Leng Yan didn't care and sneered: "Okay, Master Situ, then I, Leng Yan, will wait here for an hour. I want to see if Dongfang Mo dares to come here to fight?"

Situ Nan just nodded slightly and stopped talking.

This situation caused Leng Jiaming, the head of the Leng family, to speak: "It seems that even a person like the sect leader will have unfair times. It seems that Leng Yan, my family, should not only be bullying the small by the big, but also because of the atmosphere in the Sword Sect."

The battle has not started on the stage, and the smell of gunpowder on the stands is already very strong

But Situ Nan did not continue to speak because what he was worried about was Dongfang Mo, the disciple of the Sword Sect who most hoped for, was the disciple of Dongfang Mo in the Sword Sect.

Leng Yan also smiled casually and actually sat cross-legged in the center of the battle table, closing his eyes comfortably.

As time goes by, the discussions in the crowd gradually arose again. As time comes, Dongfang Mo still has no shadow. Isn't it really coming?

People gradually had this idea in their hearts, and even Leng Yan, who had closed his eyes, felt a little uneasy. According to Dongfang Mo's previous habits, even if he died, he would come. Could it be that he really did the wrong calculation today?

Just when Leng Yan was a little bored, in the quiet environment, there was a special sound, which was bursts of surprise.

What's going on?

Even though Leng Yan's cultivation level had already broken through to Ning Xuanjing, he still had a little fear of Dongfang Mo in his heart, because over the past year, all of Dongfang Mo's actions were shocking that his chin fell.

Kill Mo Qingchou, make a big fuss in the Five Elements Pavilion, Chixia Peak's First Martial Competition, and now, come out safely from Lianmi Jing. All of this makes Leng Yan unable to abandon such a trace of worry, even though he has now reached Ningxuan Jing

When Leng Yan looked at the reason for the exclamation, his pupils also shrank. This team of people was too extravagant.

This team of more than 200 people was actually a spirit sacrificial master, all wearing the mask of the spirit sacrificial master. Moreover, everyone was riding a spirit beast that people could not afford to feed.
Chapter completed!