With his order, more than thirty brocade-clothed disciples rushed out from the main hall.

All of these people didn't say a word, but silently surrounded the death arena with wooden stakes and ropes in the open space in front of the hall, judging from their quick movements, these people were all well-trained, and they were not ordinary low-level disciples of the Seven Xuanmen.

Seeing that the venue of the duel was being circled, Li Feiyu asked Han Li with some uneasiness, "Are we just hiding here all the time, doing nothing, watching them duel?"

"What's wrong? Your little lover is in no danger now, and is safe. After the duel between the two of them was over, we took advantage of the chaos when the Wolf Gang evacuated and secretly took Miss Zhang out. Then the two of you will fly away and find a place where they can't find it to hide, and the people above the province will use you as a scapegoat and make you carry the big black cauldron that you can't afford to carry. Han Li said lightly, it seemed that he didn't have much of a sense of belonging to the Seven Xuanmen.

"Isn't this elopement? No, the sleeves won't agree!" Li Feiyu shook his head like a drum.

"Then you can knock her out, forcibly take people away, and then cook raw rice to mature rice. Han Li replied nonchalantly.

"You ......" Li Feiyu was speechless when Han Li glared at Han Li's words.

Just when the two were entangled, the master of the royal family solemnly received two blood-red documents from a disciple, which were the life and death contract. He kept one of them with himself, and handed the other one to Jia Tianlong on the other side.

When Jia Tianlong took this thing, his expression also became solemn. He carefully opened the paperwork, carefully skimmed through it, and confirmed that there was no problem, before nodding his head, closing the paperwork again, and then began to select the dead soldiers who would go out to fight.

After some screening, he selected thirteen elite masters from the Wolf Gang. In order to reduce losses, he also selected more than a dozen good gangs from small and medium-sized gangs, anyway, no matter whether these people are willing to contribute or not, as long as they sign a death contract, they have to work hard for their own lives. As for the rest of the candidates, they are all composed of iron guards who are good at cooperating with him, of course, the Venerable Jin Guang will definitely also play, and he is all counting on this person's flying sword skills to be powerful!

Just when Jia Tianlong was busy, Wang Juechu on the other side didn't know when he returned to the stone hall, and he hadn't seen him come out yet, so he must have been racking his brains for the candidate to participate in the death match.

When the death arena was completely completed, the lord of the royal gate finally walked out of the hall with three or four hundred people.

These people are old and young, men and women, but they are all full of light in their eyes, and their steps are steady, obviously they are all the elites of the Seven Xuanmen, and the most attractive to Jia Tianlong are the three people who follow closely behind Wang Juechu.

These three men, one of them were dressed as scholars with a fluttering shirt and a bookish face, a tall burly man with a bare chest and a beard like a steel needle, and the last man was a cold-faced man dressed in gray and carrying a long sword.

At first glance, these people seem to be middle-aged people in their thirties and forties, but if you look at their faces a little, you will find that in their eyebrows, there is a sense of vicissitudes that only seventy or eighty-year-old people have, which makes people feel that their age is not only as young as they seem.

Jia Tianlong knew in his heart that these three people must be Wang Juechu's three uncles, and it seemed that the other party really gave up everything and wanted to leave himself here.

Thinking of this, he turned to the side, pointed at the three people, and said to the dwarf Venerable Jin Guang beside him, "Master, I don't know what you think of those three people, can you take them?"

"It's just a few ordinary people, as soon as my flying sword comes out, their lives will be over! What is there to worry about, can't you trust me?" The Venerable Jin Guang glared, dissatisfied, and his tone was a little unkind.

"Don't dare, don't dare! I just asked casually, the immortal master must not take it to heart. Jia Tianlong hurriedly accompanied the smiling face, for fear of offending the biggest reliance at this time.

"Hmph!" the dwarf heard this, and then his anger gradually subsided.

Seeing this, Jia Tianlong put his heart in his stomach, this great immortal is really not easy to serve!

He secretly smiled bitterly, hurriedly turned around, and shouted, "Are you ready?"

With this scolding, the people who participated in the death match on the side of the Wolf Gang began to write their names and sign the death contract in the book of life and death to show their fighting spirit.

At the same time, Wang Juechu was not to be outdone, and said coldly: "Sign the book of life and death!"

Suddenly, from the crowd of people in the Seven Xuanmen, dozens of pre-selected dead soldiers walked out, and they were also ready to sign the death deed on the paperwork.

As these people stepped out, Han Li naturally set his gaze here, wanting to see if there were any acquaintances in the crowd. He also saw the three uncles of the royal master, but he didn't pay much attention to it, and passed by with a quick glance, and his eyes fell on an old man in a green shirt.

As soon as he saw the old man's face, Han Li couldn't help but let out a low cry, "Elder Li!"

This person had actually been saved by Han Li, Ma Rong's master, Elder Li, who was also one of the people who participated in the death match, which was too unexpected.

After Han Li came back to his senses, he hurriedly turned his face, patted Li Feiyu's shoulder vigorously, and said, "Did you see it? Elder Li is also there, and he also wants to sign a life and death contract!"

Li Feiyu stood motionless without saying anything, he looked into the distance, as if he hadn't heard anything, and his expression was extremely blank.

"Huh, what's going on?" Han Li was a little surprised.

"Even if Elder Li wants to sign the Book of Life and Death, there is no need for this!" he asked strangely.

Hearing this, Li Feiyu finally took his gaze back, he looked at Han Li blankly, and said something that made Han Li lose his mind for a moment.

"Sleeves...... Sleeve, she's there too, and she's going to participate in the death contract battle too!"

After saying this, Li Feiyu's face immediately became extremely ugly.