Su Fan's expression was indifferent. This time Wei Yingling took the initiative to come in contact with him, definitely with an unspeakable intent. He would never believe that the other party would show his favor for no reason.
Wang Mo didn't dare to answer any more words. In front of his teacher, it was a rare thing for him to have the courage to ask questions.
Moreover, Wang Mo could also see that Su Fan's attitude towards Wei Yingling was not particularly good.
Therefore, even if Wang Mo had the heart to say a few good things for Wei Yingling, Su Fan might not listen.
Then, the three of them entered the city together. After finding the venue for the Mainland Classic, Su Fan greeted Wang Mo and left alone.
"Don't worry, my brother will definitely follow your game progress secretly!"
Seeing Wang Mo's slightly disappointed eyes, Su Tianmo patted this junior on the shoulder: "You only need to get a copy of the best results, and you can prove it to him!"
"Uncle Sky Demon, you are right!"
Hearing this, Wang Mo cheered up again, his eyes brightened and said: "I will definitely make Master look at me differently!"
He straightened his chest, adjusted his clothes, and walked out to the center of the arena.
"Wang Mo, come on!"
Su Fan hid in a corner not far away and blessed silently in his heart.
As Su Tianmo said, after something like that happened a few days ago, Su Fan was not at all assured of Wang Mo's safety.
He decided to hide in the dark, guarding Wang Mo all the time, and at the same time using his power to order the intelligence assassination troops of the Brotherhood to monitor the situation in Cangshui City.
"Master, there is a new message from the coastline!"
At this moment, Su Fan's sound transmission sounded, and Jian Chen's voice came from the distant headquarters of the Brotherhood.
"speak!"
Su Fan replied.
"According to the secret report from the insider, the Demon Cult is preparing to send a powerful navy to invade our Soul Sky Continent. Among them, many masters are strong, and they are more than several times stronger than the advance army that came last time!" Jian Chen Tao.
Since the last time the Nether Cult's advance army was eliminated, Su Fan has sent a group of intelligence personnel into the Ghost Continent to collect intelligence to gain an advantage in future wars.
Obviously, this move was right for Su Fan. This time, the Netherworld Sect had secretly invaded, and the navy had not set off yet, but the intelligence was first learned by the insider.
"Hmph, it seems that the demon cult will perish my heart is not dead!"
Su Fan said coldly, and immediately after a flash in his mind, he came up with an idea: "Jian Chen, give my order..."
Then, Su Fan expressed his thoughts.
"Huh? Master, this..."
Jian Chen heard the content of the entire order from Su Fan, and was shocked. He thought how could Su Fan issue such an absurd order? Didn't it mean that he was sent to death?
"You can arrange it as I said. If Deputy Leader Luo and other elders have any opinions on this order, you can let them speak directly to me!"
After Su Fan finished speaking, before Jian Chen had any response, he cut off the contact.
"Master, you have caused a problem for me!"
Jian Chen smiled bitterly. He knew that if this order were issued, it would have indirectly offended too many people.
And Su Fan asked Jian Chen to issue this order, simply putting Jian Chen on the fire for roasting.
But Jian Chen couldn't help it. Who called Su Fan his master, even if he wanted to offend the many forces in the league, he had to bite the bullet.
Five days later, the audition for each region of the Continental Classic is over.
And here in the northern division, there are a hundred thousand people who stand out from the sea selection!
These 100,000 people are among the top three of the various audition teams in the Northern Division, and each of them is a master who can defeat one hundred!
This is only the Northern Division, and after a round of sea elections in the five major divisions of the mainland, all the contestants who passed the sea elections together easily broke a million.
How dazzling are a million outstanding martial arts geniuses?
While sighing, people also understand that a prosperous human race has finally arrived!
As the organizer of the event, the Brotherhood had promised that if someone passed the audition selection, they would give a gift.
And such a promise that the Brotherhood would naturally not break its promise. Millions of profound artifacts were released immediately, which is enough to see how rich the Brotherhood is.
Such a generous reward mechanism instantly ignited the entire continent. While people admired these talents, they were also full of yearning for joining the Brotherhood.
But when the monks on the Soul Heaven Continent were reveling around the world, the distant Ghost Continent, inside the Nether Sect headquarters, was a different scene.
"Master, Tu'er doesn't understand, why don't you let Tu'er go to Soul Heaven Continent to bring the eldest lady back?"
A valiant young man, kneeling on one knee in the center of the main hall of the Nether Sect Headquarters, asked with his eyes on the high position.
The object at that location is not a person, but a fuzzy black ball.
The black ball just floated above the throne, exuding a suffocating pressure.
"King Yan, you know what you want for Ling'er as a teacher, but it is not yet the last moment to start a full-scale war on the Soul Heaven Continent!"
A hoarse voice came from the black ball, as if metal rubbing: "Master, his old man is still recovering from a serious injury. When the old man goes out, it will be the day when the soul of the land is destroyed!"
It turned out that this young man kneeling on the ground was not someone else, but the first King Yan of the Nether Cult.
But seeing that Yan Wang Junxiu's facial features are as exquisitely carved, with a well-proportioned figure and full aura, as if there are stars and divine light bred between the opening and closing of the eyes!
King Yan's strength is unfathomable. In the entire Nether Master, apart from his master Nether Sect vice-master and You Yan, no one knows how deep this young man has cultivated now!
And that black ball floating on the throne is the Wuhun clone of the deputy leader of the Nether Sect, Huangquan Demon Eye!
The true face of the deputy leader of the Netherworld Sect has not appeared in the teaching for hundreds of years. Most of the time, he used this martial soul clone to meet with other Netherworld Masters including King Yan.
"Wait for Master to exit?"
King Yan frowned when he heard the vice leader’s words:
Master, it’s not that the disciple doesn’t believe in the strength of the master, but that the old master of the master lost one after another in the hands of the elder of the brotherhood. Is it sure to defeat that brotherly leader?"
"Huh, presumptuous!"
Heiqiu shouted, a terrifying demonic air whizzed out, like a giant beast with a mouth wide open: "King Yan, if you are a teacher this time, you have not heard it! If you question the strength of the master, Being a teacher will deprive you of your first heir qualifications!"
