Chapter 41: Exchange war

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"丝丝"
In a short time, a group of teenagers around couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. It was very exciting to see a ‘dear’ ‘fine’ light.
That is the yellow-level weapon. Even the geniuses inside the ‘door’ are jealous. It is conceivable that this weapon’s ‘enthusias’ and confusing power is great.
"More than that, it is said that Mo Yunzong's rewards are not inferior to the 'color', they brought a 'door' sect.
When this sentence falls, everyone can't help but stay. The Xuan-level martial arts are too precious. The outside ‘door’ disciples are not qualified to practice. In the inner ‘door’, they are all ‘door’ martial arts.
It can be said that Xuan-class martial arts are more precious than the yellow-level weapons. There is no doubt that this makes people crazy.
On this day, Mo Yunzong’s disciples have not yet arrived, but the whole foreign ‘door’ has been boiling, and the three or five groups have gathered together and there have been many discussions.
"Oh, I am afraid that all you think is too naive."
An inside ‘door’ disciple walked over, with a hint of sorrow in his mouth.
In the past few years, the two forces’ ‘transfer’ has fought, how many times have you outside the ‘door’?

"It seems that in the past 12 years, has it been better than once?"
"Mo Yunzong has always been hostile to my Lingwu Academy. Will they be so kind to reward Xuan-level martial arts?"
The ‘door’ disciple in the sneer sneered,
I’m afraid that they’ve already smashed the first place in the ‘transport’ as a bag.

These words are a bit cold, a bit ridiculous, so that the ‘door’ disciples are all angry and very dissatisfied.
But it also looks like a ‘stick’ and wakes them up.
Yes, whether it is a yellow weapon or a metaphysical thing, it is a jealous thing, but can they get it?
Throughout these twelve years, four times of 'crossing' battles, they only won once.
Moreover, it can be seen from the Lingwu Academy that the yellow-level weapons can be seen. They are not very optimistic about this ‘transfer’ battle.
"We have a small genius outside the door, and they have all gone out."
However, there are still some people who are not guilty. They want to reproduce the glory of twelve years ago, defeat the disciple of Mo Yunzong, and raise their eyebrows once.
"For example, Moran Shijie, Li Jun, Xiaolong, Youhao, Qian Yun, several brothers and sisters, are small masters of the martial arts class, each is not weak, even if it is against the disciples of Mo Yunzong, it is definitely not inferior '."
"Yes, the five geniuses of my outside ‘door’ can definitely defeat the disciples of Mo Yunzong!

Suddenly, there is a reconciliation. Everyone is holding a fist. For the past 12 years, they have been unable to lift their heads. The pressure is like a mountain. [Mianhuatang.cc is quick to update, the website page is refreshing, there are few advertisements, and most like this kind of website, it must be praised]
How eager they are for a hearty victory, but the reality is often cruel.
However, this year may be an opportunity. No matter, Moran, Li Jun, Xiaolong and others are more powerful than the foreign 'door' geniuses. If Mo Yunzong still stays in the past, then he will lose. undoubtedly.
"Morran's sister has recovered from her injury. She is a second-level warrior who has already realized the yellow-level martial arts. In this level, it should be unbeaten."
"Sister Qian Yun will go out in these two days. She was already a second-level warrior as early as a month ago, and now it will only be stronger."
"And Li Jun, Xiaolong and Youhao's three brothers are also like this. This year we have a chance outside the door."
The outside ‘door’ disciples have been talking about each other, and all of them are stunned.
Li Jun, Moran and others were listed as the five geniuses of the outside ‘door’. They had already broken through the second-class martial arts and had the qualification to attack the
door
.
It is not impossible to defeat Mo Yunzong’s disciples.
Soon after, the outside ‘door’ four big and small masters went out. They had a breathtaking atmosphere on their bodies. Even in the vagueness, even Moran frowned, fearing that the latter were all three-level martial arts.
For a time, the foreign ‘door’ disciple was like a stimulant.

‘交交
?!

When Ling Feng entered the Lingwu Academy, he was also shocked by the lively scene, but he soon knew what was going on.

It’s a bit interesting, the reward is exciting.

Ling Feng 'touched' the ‘touch’ chin. If he thought about it, he did not dare to be interested in Xuan’s martial arts, but the yellow-level weapon made him feel a little bit.
Of course, even the yellow-level weapon is not very useful to him, but Ling Qing is ‘艳’, so he began to think.
"Well... a little trouble, you have to think about it."
Ling Feng pondered for a moment, and frowned. He was not a foreign "door" disciple, and he was not qualified to participate in the "crossing" battle.
but……
"Mo Yunzong's disciple will arrive in the afternoon, this time the "compation" battle is placed at my Lingwu Academy, but you have to give a sigh of relief to the outside door."
Moshan came out from a tall building.
His voice was sharp and he shouted. "This battle must be made out of the prestige of my Lingwu Academy!"
"Roar!"
The foreign ‘door’ disciples were motivated by the singularity. They were all teenagers who were hot and bloody. They were stunned by these two words, and they were flushed and furiously waving their fists.
Even Li Jun, Moran, and Xiaolong are all straight-eyed, clenching their fists.
"The yellow weapon, I have to fix it!"
Li Jun's ‘color’ is cold and has issued a strong declaration.
"Xuan-level martial arts is mine!" Xiaolong’s voice was dull.
Although the three of them did not speak, the brilliance of the bottom of the eyes showed that they were bound to win the two kinds of rewards.
"Oh, it really is a group of little kids."
Ling Feng looked at Namo Mountain far away, but snorted coldly.
As long as you have a little mind, you should find a clue from the yellow-level weapons. Obviously, the elders of Lingwu Academy have a certain understanding of Mo Yunzong disciples.
Because of this, it is not so confident.
"Come on the battlefield with sad songs!"
......
At noon, Mo Yunzong’s disciples came. There were more than 20 people. Everyone was wearing a strong suit. The chest was embroidered with a small tripod. That was the sign of Mo Yunzong.
It is said that the weapon of the first generation of Mo Yunzong is a tripod. It is a nine-level martial artist who is respected and has since opened Mo Yunzong.
And Mo Yunzong’s logo is like this.
The disciple of Mo Yunzong, headed by four teenagers, wore purple 'color' hard clothes. Unlike other disciples, they are like swords that are sheathed, giving them an extremely sharp feeling.
They are either God's ‘color’ indifferent, or a sneer in the corner of their mouth.
For them, the "door" disciples outside the Lingwu Academy are their defeated players. In previous years, it is still the same today.
"It doesn't seem to be weak, there will be a big fight."
This time, not only the outside ‘door’ disciples, but even many of the disciples inside the ‘door’ appeared, and the four people who looked at Mo Yunzong one by one could not help but frown.
Undoubtedly, the four should be the strongest. From the perspective of momentum, no one lost to Li Jun and others.
"It's a bit tricky, but I will win!" Li Jun snorted.
"Only defeat these powerful little geniuses, this battle is interesting!" You Hao smiled.
For a time, the disciples of the ‘door’ outside the Lingwu Academy became because of the words of Li Jun and You Hao. They were too looking forward to this war.
"Oh, your men will be defeated, ‘exciting’ will move a 'hair' and you will be beaten down later.

Someone in Mo Yunzong’s team sneered a sneer, and dismissed the ‘door’ disciples outside the Lingwu Academy.
"Oh, let them be arrogant for a moment. After all, if there is no such thing in this battle, no one can kill it."
Said a purple teenager who headed.
"Mom, don't stop me, I want to kill him!"
For a time, the face of everyone at Lingwu College was succumbed to yin, and several impulsive teenagers almost rushed up, but they were stopped by the family.
"Don't be impulsive, fight in the afternoon, and everything will speak with strength."
"And the ‘transfer’ battle will last for three days and won’t end so soon.

"This is a pit!"
Ling Feng looked at the moment and shook his head helplessly.
Although the four teenagers of Mo Yunzong tried their best to suppress the momentum of the body, Ling Feng could see at a glance that the four were at least three-level military, and the fourth level was also there.
What's more, Mo Yunzong can do more than this.
"Well, you have to prepare a little." Ling Feng's eyes flashed and disappeared.
The sun fell and it fell warmly.
Outside the "door" played the battlefield, where a temporary collapse was set up, which was formed by a piece of rock. The general cyclone of the warrior was only able to leave a deep mark and could not be cracked.
"Oh, since they are all here, let's get started." Moshan chuckled and announced the beginning of the "communication" of the two forces.
"嗖"
When Moshan’s voice fell, Mo Yunzong’s old man, who was looking at the yin’s eyes, nodded, and immediately a teenager was picking up the ring.
"Wu Yunzong disciple Wanshan, Lingwu College, which one came down?!"
Nanyashan hugged his fist and looked at the ‘door’ disciple outside Lingwu College with contempt.
The ‘crossing’ battle is a challenge. A warrior who comes to power, challenges the disciples of the other party’s forces, defeats each other one by one, and finally stays in the ring. It will be the first place in the ‘comrade’ battle.
To put it bluntly, this is the wheel battle between the two forces, and the real little master will shoot in the back, and a person will smash a lot of people.
Although it is a wheel battle, sometimes people are useless.
"Li Zhan, a disciple of Lingwu Academy, is here to defeat you!"
When Li Zhan suddenly jumped on the ring, his eyes were cold, and he almost couldn’t help it. Obviously, Mo Yunzong’s disciples would be taught a lesson.
"You weak burst!"
There was a sarcasm in the corner of the mountain, and his fingers lifted up and shook at Li Zhan.
"court death!"
Li Zhan instantly blasted the 'hair', holding an iron sword, and the seven instincts rushed out. From the tip of the sword, a foot was made, and the sound of "唰" was killed to Wanshan.
"defeat!"
Nwanshan sneered, and the eight instincts from his hands, a roll up, a sword in his hand, instantly greeted Li Zhan.
"When".
A strong force suddenly slammed Li Zhan back, and the fall of the embarrassment fell.
The first battle, Lingwu College lost!
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