After all, there are still three areas where we're left with zero points!
Even the God Realm, which is the number one in the field, only has double digits.
"Hand over the flag!"
Just as Jun Ning'an was about to lead his disciples to join Liu Yue, his path was blocked.
Jun Ning'an looked closely and realized it was Xu Yang, that bastard.
Xu Yang's face was ashen. As a disciple of the temple, he was no match for the treacherous and cunning Ghost Clan.
"Who are you? Hand it over? You think you're so tough?" Jun Ning'an had already put the flag back into his spatial storage. He wanted the flag?
Go eat shit!
Xu Yang knew that all the flags had fallen into the hands of the Ghost Clan, but he dared not confront Jun Liuyue head-on. However, he knew Jun Ning'an very well; that brat was only at the mid-stage of the Profound Emperor realm.
He's at his peak, how can this brat possibly resist?
Xu Yang gave a signal, and several disciples behind him stepped forward to surround Jun Ning'an and the others.
"Open robbery?"
Jun Ning'an frowned. "Xu Yang, you're shameless!"
"What's the point of saving face? The victor is king, the loser is villain; the flag is the only true measure! Jun Ning'an, hand over the goods, or none of you will leave here alive." He sneered, "After all, even if you die on the ancient battlefield, no one will find it strange! Is it worth risking your life for some material possessions? So, hurry up and hand them over! I've lost my patience!"
Xu Yang felt he had done everything he could; if it were anyone else, they would have just robbed him outright.
Go eat shit!
Give it to him?
dream!
At this time, disciples from other fields also discovered this place.
The disciples of the Ghost Realm and the Divine Realm started fighting.
But how could Jun Ning'an be a match for Xu Yang and the others?
A sly glint flashed in Jun Ning'an's eyes as he deliberately revealed the Qiankun bag at his waist.
Upon seeing this, Xu Yang's eyes lit up. After several exchanges, he suddenly snatched the Qiankun bag from Jun Ning'an's waist. He had personally witnessed this brat storing the flag inside.
"My Qiankun Bag!!"
Jun Ning'an's voice suddenly rose as she lunged forward, only to be slapped away by Xu Yang. She screamed in anguish, "Those are one hundred and eighty flags!"
The disciples from other fields who had been observing the situation brightened up when they saw the Qiankun bag tossed into the air.
Without even thinking, he made his move!
But Xu Yang still beat him to it.
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