"Those who just said to withdraw are all waiting here. Those who want to enter Bailing Battlefield follow me." Ye Yuntian said coldly.
When he talked about this matter, there was a burst of anger in his heart.
Because of this incident, he was completely embarrassed.
You know, Tianxuan Sect is the sect with the smallest number of people who have entered Bailing Battlefield.
There were already fewer people, but now there are about a hundred less people, leaving only these thirty or so. Isn't it the same as delivering food?
The more people who enter and can help each other, the greater the probability of survival and the greater the chances of getting opportunities.
After all, there is strength in numbers!
"I hope what you did is correct, otherwise I will never finish this matter with you." Ye Yuntian said softly when he walked to Su Qiye.
Although his voice was small, everyone heard it.
In this regard, Su Qiye said calmly: "If you want to let those cowards go in and die, I have no objection, but I will not save them."
Hearing Su Qiye's words, Ye Yunqian didn't know what to say for a moment.
At this time, Wang Churan also asked Su Qiye: "How sure are you?"
She knew that Su Qiye must be so confident because of his assurance, otherwise Su Qiye would not be so arrogant.
"No." Su Qiye replied.
"Not sure? How dare you do this if you're not sure?" Duan De exclaimed when he heard this.
"Can't you do it if you're not sure?" Su Qiye asked, looking at Duan De.
When Duan De saw the look in Su Qiye's eyes, he shrank his neck and did not dare to speak any more.
"We believe in you." At this moment, several monks behind Su Qiye said.
Su Qiye turned his head and looked at the two people with slight surprise.
One of them is a monk from the Seventh Peak, a monk at the Martial King Realm. He is usually very low-key and rarely shows up.
The other one is Su Qiye's old acquaintance, Ye Qiufeng.
Ye Qiufeng was defeated by Su Qiye before.
These two people admired Su Qiye very much, and it could be said that they were impressed by Su Qiye's strength.
"Yes, we all believe in you too." Other Tianxuan Sect disciples also gradually started to speak.
In fact, the reason why these guys decided to stay was because they wanted to break into this Bailing battlefield.
There is a high probability that it is because Su Qiye's strength is obvious to all, and what Su Qiye said is very important to them.
"Swordsmen must move forward without fear! Don't be afraid of anything!"
This sentence made a profound impression on them and made them agree with it very much.
Seeing everyone recognizing him so much, Su Qiye raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "Thank you very much!"
Then Su Qiye looked at Ye Yuntian, his expression and eyes said everything.
Soon everyone arrived at the center of Bailing City, which was a huge square.
In the center of the square, there is something similar to an altar, with eight pillars erected around it.
"Register! Register! In half an hour, the Bailing Battlefield will open! No one under the Martial Emperor Realm can enter!" Someone said coldly on the square.
"Name! Sect! Cultivation! Age!" In this square, there are five registration positions, and they are asking for information about some monks.
Soon it was Tianxuan Sect's turn.
"Name, sect, cultivation, age!" The registrar said without raising his head, and the guy's tone was not very good.
"Lingjian Sect, Zhao Suyue, seventh-level Martial King Realm! Twenty!" Zhao Suyue walked up and said lightly.
When he heard these words, the registrar raised his head, with a look of surprise in his eyes: "At such an age, he actually has such a level of cultivation?"
The registrar seemed surprised.
Soon, he entered this information into a token and handed it to Zhao Suyue.
When Zhao Suyue registered, her voice was heard by many people.
"What? This Saint of the Spirit Sword Sect is actually at the seventh-level Martial King Realm? This is too strong, she is only twenty years old!"
"Yes, I heard that she seems to have only been in the Spirit Sword Sect for less than a year. She is so evil."
Many monks exclaimed, obviously shocked by Zhao Suyue's strength.
Then, Jian Wushuang walked up.
"Name, sect, cultivation, age." The registrar still asked the same question, and his tone softened slightly.
"Jian Wushuang, Lingjian Sect, second-grade Martial Master, twenty-one!" Jian Wushuang said.
There was no emotion at all when this guy spoke, as if he was talking about a very ordinary thing.
However, this made the registrar's hand tremble.
"Are you Jian Wushuang from Jianwang Mansion?" The registrar seemed to know the name Jian Wushuang.
Jian Wushuang nodded.
The registrar swallowed, immediately entered the information into the token, and then handed it to Jian Wushuang respectfully.
"Next!"
"Mu Wufeng, Spirit Sword Sect, Peak Martial King, twenty-two!" Mu Wufeng said, this guy was wearing some blue clothes.
The registrar was still very surprised when he heard this.
Because at this age, they have reached such a high level of cultivation.
You must know that he is only at the seventh or eighth level of the Martial King Realm, but he is much older than them.
The monks who were queuing up around him were stunned.
"Good guy, this Lingjian Sect is worthy of being ranked among the top five sects in Qingyun County. It is really too strong." Someone sighed, and was quite surprised.
"It seems that someone is going to die. If you mess with these beings, what else can you do besides waiting for death?" A monk looked at Su Qiye and sneered, as if he was waiting to watch a show.
On the other side, there is a registrar.
"Name, sect, cultivation level, age." The registrar asked.
"Sword Thirteen, Sword King's Mansion, First Grade Martial Master, Twenty!" A young man said indifferently.
There is only cold murderous intent in this guy's eyes. No matter when it is or who he is looking at, this guy's eyes make people feel terrified.
"What? This guy is younger than Jian Wushuang, but his cultivation is almost as good as Jian Wushuang?" Hearing this, some monks were so frightened that their faces turned pale.
On the Tianxuan Sect side, the faces of the seven peak masters and more than thirty monks were not very good-looking.
Because Su Qiye's enemies were really powerful, and all of these guys were very talented. They were all in their early twenties, and their cultivation levels were at least the seventh-grade Martial King realm.
Two of them have already reached the Martial Master Realm!
After entering the Bailing battlefield, wouldn't it be very dangerous?
After Su Qiye heard these words, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Seventh-grade Martial King, second-grade Martial Lord!" Su Qiye murmured, and for a moment his fighting spirit was high.
"What? Su Qiye, are you afraid? Now you know you are afraid? Why did you go there earlier?" Someone saw Su Qiye's expression and sneered.
