Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

After breakfast, Liu Nange drank tea made from slightly moldy tea leaves and said contentedly:

"Ah~ This is much more comfortable than the palace."

Zheng Xiaoqiao smiled and asked, "Princess Nange, you didn't come here just to have breakfast, did you?"

"Oh, I have news to tell you all. A portion of the competition rewards have been placed in Lord Cui's Yinlu Division. Whoever finds it will get it."

Ma Zhan frowned, "You think the competition isn't exciting enough, so you're adding more weight to it."

Liu Nange explained, "This was a decision reached after consultation between the major clans and Fengdu. Fengdu also contributed something of equal value. The Yinlu Division is no longer just a place for training; it also offers certain opportunities."

Are we looking for chance? Or are we looking for chance? "

Ma Zhan answered without hesitation: "Looking for opportunities."

"Good~"

When the team was formed last night, Liu Nange agreed to Ma Zhan's arrangement without hesitation. "Can I still eat lunch here?"

Horse Battle:...

One hundred and ninety young people participating in the competition were scattered across the crystal platform in small groups.

Among them, the two teams composed of ten disciples of the Sword Pavilion had the strongest momentum. One could feel the awe-inspiring sword energy emanating from them without even getting close.

Other large sects and groups, led by Lin Yueshu from Mount Emei, Yu Zeyang from Mount Qingcheng, Tang Anru from the Tang Clan, Black Monkey from the Explorers Guild, Scarface from the Alien Guild, etc., are equally powerful.

The most surprising thing was that Princess Nange actually teamed up with them. Except for Puyang Yingjun from Jiange, the other three were all unknown.

A person with the sixth-grade cultivation level who enters the Yinlusi is doomed to make no achievements and may even become a burden to the team.

That kid called Qinghu, not only flirted with the Green Sleeve Sword Master in front of everyone, but now he's also got involved with Princess Nange.

Why is that silver mask so annoying...

Yuchang Sword Master and Cui Fujun appeared together above the crystal platform. After giving a few simple instructions, Yuchang Sword Master said to Cui Fujun, "Cui Fujun, open the door."

Judge Cui Fujun made a few quick strokes with his pen, and the Ghost Gate opened wide. A white jade staircase leading to the underworld appeared on a crystal platform. The eerie ghostly aura seeping through the gate of the Yin Law Department made everyone's hair stand on end.

A Sword Pavilion disciple in the center of the crystal platform shouted, "Let's go."

Ten flying swords soared into the sky, and ten disciples of the Sword Pavilion stepped on the flying swords and rushed into the gate of the Yinlusi.

Following closely behind, teams from Mount Emei, Mount Qingcheng, Tang Sect and others arrived one after another.

Seeing that they were almost inside, Ma Zhan and the other four slowly walked up the stairs.

"Master Qinghu, Nan Ge would like to ask you a question. Why don't you let my spirit pet take us up?" Liu Nan Ge asked in a slightly respectful tone.

Ma Zhan didn't want to explain, but Liu Nange didn't act like a princess at all, and her tone was very polite. If he didn't answer, it would seem like she was being pretentious.

"If I were a disciple of Fengdu, my first target would be those people flying around." Ma Zhan's explanation was simple and crude, which also solved a blind spot of Liu Nange.

She was born into a royal family and could choose any treasure or spiritual pet she wanted. However, in the martial arts world, the value of a treasure or spiritual pet with the ability to fly is several times, or even dozens of times, more valuable than a treasure or spiritual pet of the same grade.

After experiencing the dizziness of traveling through time and space, Ma Zhan and the others landed next to a flower garden. From the perspective of the environment alone, Yinlusi was basically the same as the outside world, and the scenery was even better.

But a cold breath penetrated through the clothes of several people, seeped into their skin, and continued to drill into their bodies.

Ma Zhan immediately called out, "Nan Ge."

Liu Nange understood what he meant. With the national seal as the center of the formation, transparent patterns were arranged and combined with each other, eventually forming a huge imperial carriage, which contained the five people.

Within the Phoenix Chariot, an aura similar to that of a king swallowed up all the cold and gloomy auras.

Just as the phoenix was taking shape, a pink figure stumbled over from a distance.

"Formation~"

Ma Zhan gave the order, and the five of them quickly formed up. Ma Zhan was at the front, followed by Zheng Xiaoqiao, Liu Nange, and He Ling from left to right. Ouyang Yingjun, holding three swords at once, stood at the back.

"Uncle Lin~" He Ling exclaimed, "It's Uncle Lin, she is injured." Before he finished speaking, He Ling was about to step forward to support the staggering Lin Yueshu.

Ma Zhan's face twitched, and he stretched out his right hand to block He Ling, "Don't move."

"you..."

Ma Zhan's tone left no room for doubt. The looks Liu Nange and Zheng Xiaoqiao gave He Ling at the same time made her dare not say another word.

Lin Yueshu had already arrived in front of the Phoenix Chariot. On her pale face, there was a scar so deep that the bone could be seen. The wound was so deep that the cheekbone could be vaguely seen.

There were two blood holes in the abdomen, and blood was bubbling out like small fountains.

Seeing his fellow uncle so badly injured, He Ling couldn't hold back any longer and begged, "Please save Uncle Lin."

Ma Zhan turned around and glared at He Ling, obviously very dissatisfied with He Ling's talkativeness.

Ma Zhan said coldly, "I'll go and take a look. No matter what happens, you are not allowed to leave the Phoenix Sedan."

Ma Zhan lifted the curtain, walked to five feet in front of Lin Yueshu, and stopped.

"Qing, Young Hero Qinghu, please, please save my fellow apprentice sisters. They are being besieged by many, many ghost cultivators."

Perhaps because her injuries were too severe, Lin Yueshu spoke incoherently.

Ma Zhan asked calmly, "Senior Sister Lin, why did you leave all the other sisters behind and run out alone?"

While asking the question, a flash of red and green color passed through Ma Zhan's left eye.

Lin Yueshu explained: "My fellow apprentice sisters and I were locked in a tough battle, so I broke through the encirclement and sought help."

Ma Zhan tried several times to sense Lin Yueshu's cultivation level, but was hindered by the cold aura.

"What good will it do me if I go to save your junior sister?"

Lin Yueshu was obviously confused by Ma Zhan's question. After a brief pause, she asked in an unhappy tone: "What benefits does Young Master Qinghu want?"

Ma Zhan gave a lewd smile, "I want you to pledge your love to me, okay?"

He Ling tightly grasped the long sword in her hand at this time. She regretted being a sword servant to this pervert who took advantage of others.

A trace of struggle flashed across Lin Yueshu's face, but it quickly disappeared. "Okay."

Zheng Xiaoqiao and Liu Nange narrowed their eyes simultaneously, having not expected Lin Yueshu to answer so decisively. Puyang Yingjun, standing at the end, could barely control his sword. "Brother, I'm convinced by you."

Ma Zhan chuckled, "Such a straightforward answer. Let me call you good husband first."

Lin Yueshu was obviously a little impatient, but she still suppressed her anger and let out a dry cry.

"Good~husband..."

Ma Zhan licked his lips lustfully, looked up and down at Lin Yueshu, and took a few steps forward.

"Come, husband, let me check your injuries first."