Su Mo's speed was extremely fast, and in a flash, he flew to the center of the field like a flash of lightning.
This scene made everyone in the Fenglei Shenzong, the Shadow Clan, and the Eight-eyed Clan startled immediately, not knowing why.
Because, the next battle is the battle of the Great Consummation of the Martial Saint Realm, and both parties participating in the battle are holy kings.
Therefore, Su Mo, a mere mid-term martial artist, suddenly appeared on the stage, which made everyone stunned.
Senior Brother Wan Wan Shengxiao's expression darkened. Is this Su Mo here to make trouble on purpose?
"Elder Jiang, are you confused? Next up is the competition at the Saint King level. How do you arrange for a disciple at the early stage of the Martial Saint Realm to play?"
Elder Tongyu of the Eight-eyed tribe looked at Elder Jiang from a distance and shouted loudly.
Elder Jiang didn't answer Elder Tongyu. He looked at Su Mo and said coldly, "Su Mo, what are you going to do? Come back quickly, don't affect the competition!"
Elder Jiang was a little annoyed. This Su Mo simply didn't know what to do. You are a mere mid-stage Martial Saint, what are you doing in the arena!
"Get back!"
Wan Shengxiao strode towards the field, and let out a cold shout, shaking the void in all directions.
Next is his battle. If Su Mo dares to make trouble, he doesn't mind suppressing it directly.
"Elder Jiang, let me fight next!" Su Mo ignored Wan Shengxiao, looked at Elder Jiang, and shouted loudly.
As soon as this remark came out, the audience immediately fell silent.
The people of the Fenglei Shenzong were stunned, the people of the Shadow Clan were stunned, and the people of the Eight-eyed Clan were also stunned.
Everyone looked at Su Mo stupidly as if they were looking at an idiot.
This guy, is he joking?
Isn't it a fantasy for you, a mid-term martial artist, to fight a battle at the level of a holy king?
"Hahaha!"
"Why did such a strange person appear in the Fenglei Shenzong?"
"Has the Fenglei Shenzong fallen to this point? Want to let a mid-term martial artist play?"
All of a sudden, many people from the Shadow Clan and Eight-Eyed Clan camps burst into laughter, all with mocking expressions on their faces.
They also all knew that this was definitely not arranged by Elder Jiang. No matter how weak the Fenglei Sect was, it would be impossible to send a mid-stage Martial Saint to play. After all, Wan Shengxiao is still there!
It's just that it's an excuse to make fun of Fenglei Shenzong.
"Hehe, interesting!"
The Dark Sword of the Shadow Tribe sized up Su Mo with a sneer on his lips.
Among the eight-eyed tribe, there is a young man with a broad body and a strong body, with short hair standing upright like steel needles. The eight pupils on his forehead are different from other people of the eight-eyed tribe.
Its eight pupils, slightly opened and closed, are filled with black magic light, which seems to be able to swallow people's mind.
This person is the number one evildoer of the Eight-eyed Clan, the pupil of the Great Perfection of the Martial Saint Realm.
Tong Yu looked at Su Mo in the arena and smiled slightly. A mid-term martial artist wants to fight him, is he qualified?
All the members of the Fenglei Shenzong had a bad face. Su Mo's move made them feel very ashamed.
Lin Man secretly sighed, this Su Mo is really ignorant!
Xu Ming's face twitched. He was speechless to Su Mo. It would be very difficult for him to stay in the Wind and Thunder God Sect after these troubles.
Su Mo looked solemnly, looked at Elder Jiang, and continued to speak, "Elder Jiang, I have a 100% chance of winning!"
As soon as this remark came out, everyone was stunned.
Even Wan Shengxiao, who was striding forward, stopped involuntarily.
"Are you 100% sure?" Elder Jiang looked at Su Mo in shock. He was not shocked by Su Mo's strength, but by his arrogance.
Are you kidding me?
It's just a dream that you can defeat Tong Yu of the eight-eyed tribe in the middle stage of your mere martial arts.
This is no longer something that can be described by arrogance, it is simply boasting.
Who is Tongyu?
The number one evildoer of the Eight-eyed Clan, known as the Baji Demon Eye, ranks thirty-second on the list of holy kings, only two places lower than Wan Shengxiao.
Such a genius with monstrous combat power, although not as powerful as the False God Realm, is still very close.
With such a character, even Wan Shengxiao can't say that he is sure of victory, but Su Mo, who is only in the middle stage of the Martial Saint Realm, actually said he is fully sure?
"certainly!"
Su Mo nodded solemnly. Of course he is quite sure, even if the public transport Taihao came, he would be sureTo defeat the opponent, let alone the eight-eyed tribe and the shadow tribe.
Gongcheng Taihao, as far as Su Mo knew, was only a holy king who had just entered the Martial Saint Realm.
"Hahaha!!"
"What a confident speech!"
"Is he serious? So funny!"
Hearing Su Mo's words, many people laughed out loud. They were so confident that they defeated Tongyu, it was beyond words.
No one believed Su Mo's words, because it was impossible. No matter how evil Su Mo was, no matter how powerful his combat power was, it was impossible.
"Hehe, it seems that the people of the noble sect don't pay attention to me at all!"
Tongyu of the eight-eyed tribe strode forward with a cold smile on his face.
How could he be indifferent to being so despised by a mid-term martial artist.
"Ant-like things, go back to me!"
Wan Shengxiao was also angry. Su Mo ignored his words. He walked a thousand miles and came directly in front of Su Mo, shouting coldly.
"In my eyes, you are also an ant!" Su Mo looked directly at Wan Shengxiao, and did not budge.
"You're courting death!" Wan Shengxiao was furious, and as soon as he raised his palm, he was about to strike.
"Stop!"
At this moment, Elder Jiang shouted loudly, and then stepped forward to stop Wan Shengxiao.
"Su Mo, don't make trouble, otherwise, you will have to deal with it!" Elder Jiang looked at Su Mo and said coldly. He was also angry.
"Elder Jiang, I'm quite sure, just ask him how sure he is!" Su Mo said lightly.
"You!" Elder Jiang's face turned livid when he heard the words, and Wan Shengxiao naturally couldn't be fully sure.
However, who would believe Su Mo's so-called absolute certainty?
"Well, you are not qualified to fight with me!"
At this time, Tongyu of the eight-eyed tribe stepped forward and said loudly, after finishing speaking, he looked at Wan Shengxiao and said, "Wan Shengxiao, this time we will have a good fight!"
In the battle half a year ago, he and Wan Shengxiao fought fiercely with thousands of strokes, and finally lost by one stroke. This time, he will not lose.
"As you wish!" Wan Shengxiao's eyes were full of fighting spirit. He had little confidence in facing the Shadow Clan's dark sword, but he still had great confidence in dealing with Tongyu.
Today, defeating Tongyu is the top priority. As for Su Mo, he will teach him a lesson after the battle is over.
A powerful aura rose from Wan Shengxiao and Tongyu, like invisible wolf smoke, straight into the sky.
Su Mo frowned. It seemed that if he didn't show his strength, no one would believe him.
Just as he was about to show off his strength a little, a big hand was placed on his shoulder.
"Su Mo, come back with me!"
Elder Jiang couldn't help saying, pulled Su Mo, and flew towards the camp of disciples of the Wind and Thunder God Sect.
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