It's just that with the strength of the three of them, it's not enough to support a team at all. All those who come into their ranks are the losers of the past. The scum discarded by Murong Yilan's team. After half an hour had passed and the team was formed, Xin Yue, Yan Niang, and Zhang Mingliang's team were immediately ridiculed by Murong Yilan's team......

"Hahaha...... It's the weakest team ever! The top three senior sisters, senior brothers, none of them! ”

"That's it, what is it like, the red team quickly admits defeat, obediently washes and cooks for us, and cleans the courtyard door! You can also give birth to a bitter meal of flesh and skin......"

"That's right, the one who knows the times is Junjie, you better surrender obediently quickly! Our senior sister is still very kind and kind, and she will not embarrass you, hahaha......"

"Do you still need to compete? Their red team is simply doomed to lose from beginning to end, and now they are still here without seeing the coffin and not shedding tears......"

The sound of ridicule and ridicule was particularly obvious in the empty bluestone square. All the sounds are like stereo surround sound, coming from all directions. It's like a curse, and it's really a headache and upset to hear it.

Zhang Mingliang first wore red silk on his head, and he didn't admit defeat at all. He rushed ahead first, stretched out his hand, pointed his finger at Jin Haoran, and shouted in a deep voice: "Senior brother, please don't hesitate to teach!" ”

"Yo? Today you have eaten the gall of the ambitious leopard...... A Xuanjie Green Realm also dares to be presumptuous? Forgot to take your medicine when you went out, right? Jin Haoran held his head high, rolled his eyes, bagged his stomach, and sneered domineeringly.

In a word, it immediately attracted the support of the yellow silk team behind him. Led by Murong Yilandu, they all laughed fiercely at the red silk team on Zhang Mingming's side.

Although he was once a defeated general, he was not exhausted. The learning art is not good, and the ambition is not short. The bright and heroic face revealed suppressed indignation, and a complex look of pain, resentment and sentimentality flashed in his eyes.

The last one turned into a low roar, and the voice was sonorous and powerful, shocking: "Shut up!" Just because we lost last time doesn't mean we're all going to lose for the rest of our lives! Today, I will use my strength to prove to you that my generation is no longer the Wuxia Amon of the past! ”

"Hahaha...... It's not Amon, it's Adou! The mud can't hold up the wall, don't be delusional! Kim continued to scoff disapprehantly.

Only this time the yellow silk team behind him did not echo the big smile, and there was a different kind of silence around him.

Just because that Zhang Mingliang had already led all the disciples of the red silk team, their faces were heavy one by one. Clenched his fists at his side, the anger could still be suppressed, but the monstrous anger was conveyed with one look. Suddenly their entire team became terrifying. Morale was high.

"Fight, fight, fight!" In the red silk team, Xin Yue and Yan Niang first shouted in unison.

All the people in the red silk team were infected, and immediately a deep and deep voice followed. Originally, Murong Yilan was in charge, and the yellow silk team was full of confidence, but it was a little passive in an instant. It was only after the red silk team shouted that they began to shout.

Dongfang Jin Ye and Cang Sha sat on both sides of the team for the competition, Dongfang Yuan looked leisurely and sat leisurely in the middle of Dongfang Jin Ye and Cang Sha. The faces of the three people couldn't help but show a hint of surprise.