Faced with this shocking number, many people began to feel anxious.

Fortunately, the armed struggle finally came to an end in a less complete situation. This is the only comfort everyone has at this moment!

Zhao Long raised his eyes and looked at the depressed young people under the ring, then withdrew his gaze and said in a deep voice again.

"As long as it is war, there will inevitably be bloodshed time. This is the fate of our cultivators and the only way for you to become the supreme powerhouse. So I hope you can remember this moment in the future and remember the past of blood and tears!"

His words shocked countless people.

After all, from ancient times to the present, no matter what kind of war it is, there is no such thing as safety and safety. In the world of practitioners, death is something that can happen at any time.

It is precisely because of this experience that the practitioners become stronger and stronger. People who do not experience the crisis of life and death are like flowers in the greenhouse. Although they are beautiful, they are extremely prone to death!

"General Zhao, according to your words, will the armed struggle be over at this end?"

At this time, someone asked a topic that everyone was extremely interested in.

At this point, the armed struggle conference has been changed to two venues, which is unprecedented. However, the conference seems to have not ended perfectly, but I don’t know how the organizer will arrange it!

Thinking of this, everyone looked at Zhao Long next to the teleportation array, waiting for the other party's response.

"It's over!" Facing these gazes that came over, Zhao Long said lightly: "Although this martial arts conference is a bit terrible, the process between them is not worse than any previous session, so it's over here!"

"call……"

A series of suffocation sounds appeared one after another.

A big rock in the hearts of countless people finally fell down gently.

However, compared to the relief of the rest of the people, the fat man seemed a little dejected.

Immediately, he said angrily: "It's over. It seems that this treasure has no fate with me. My Yanwu Pavilion, my Hunyuan Wuji Immortal Gold!"

When Murong Piaoxue heard this, she rolled her eyes at him: "I said you're about to get it soon. Just your slightest sensation, let alone the masters in the Demon Realm. Even the four masters here on our side can't get through the level of the level!"

The fat man glared and said, "Piaoxue, we are still friends anymore. Is it as much that you can torture your friends' confidence?"

"I'm not trying to hurt your confidence. I'm teaching you to be self-aware!" Murong Piaoxue retorted.

Just as the fat man and Murong Piaoxue were fighting each other, Zhang Long spoke again.

"Although this armed battle has not ended successfully, the rewards given to you by our organizers will not be invalid. Now you will hand over the tokens you have seized together. In the next period of time, we will determine the winner according to the number!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the noisy crowd suddenly became quiet, and then countless people rushed towards Zhao Feng and handed the token he said he had robbed forward.

Seeing this, Zhao Long felt his head full. So many people came over, could he handle it in an orderly manner with three heads and six arms?

So he had no choice but to remind him with a painful face: "Come one by one, don't worry!"

"Hehe, it seems that the organizer is quite conscientious. You are here to wait. Fat Master, I will hand over your spoils together!"

After saying that, the fat man took a quick step and joined the crowd that was pushing me from a distance.

"Bald donkey, how did you get it!" Xie Wuji stood beside the sentient beings at this time and asked with great interest: "Everyone says that monks are compassionate, let me see if you have started a massacre this time!"

"Amitabha!" He sentient beings closed their hands and recited the Buddha's name, and then said lightly: "There is a time when the arhats can swing their swords, let alone a little monk. As a righteous person, I will naturally not hold back at all against the evil people in the Demon Realm!"

As he spoke, he took out three tokens from his arms, which were stained with scarlet blood.

Seeing this, Xie Wuji looked at the sentient beings deeply and said with great meaning: "It seems that the owner of this token is of great origin!"

The answer was calm and gentle to save all living beings: "A disciple of the Demon King and two servants!"

"Not bad!"

Xie Wuji nodded in praise, and then took out his token.

No more or less, just the same as the number of tokens to save sentient beings.

"My battle results are not small. I took these tokens from the son of the Great Elder of the Netherworld Sword. I don't know if the Great Elder has any descendants. After all, I killed his three sons in one fell swoop!"

When the sentient beings heard this, they quickly closed their eyes and chanted: "Amitabha!"

Not far from them, Wan Jiangui was sharing the spoils of their respective wars with Chen Lingzi.

The tokens they received were just like the ones who saved all living beings and Xie Wuji. After all, the snow field in the winter is too big, and the time is so short that it is a great reward to be able to hold three.

There are indeed a lot of three such numbers. After all, among the surviving people, those who hold two numbers are considered a minority, and most of them don’t even have a single one!

"Okay, I have recorded the number of tokens and the people I hold them one by one. The organizer will count a ranking list tomorrow. Please be careful not to be impatient!"

Zhao Long wiped the sweat from his forehead, holding a large string of tokens in one hand, and holding a thick stack of registration forms in the other hand, which recorded the name of the person who was handed over and the number of tokens.

To be honest, the scene just now made General Zhao feel overwhelmed, and it was even more painful than his fierce battle. After all, he was a cultivator and was really not very catching a cold about numbers.

Fortunately, in some twists and turns, he finally completed his task successfully, handed over the information and tokens in his hand to several referees, and he was able to retire!

"Wait, General Zhao!"

Just as Zhao Long stepped forward and wanted to leave the place, a loud voice came from the crowd, and he stopped him.

What's wrong with it?

With this idea, Zhao Long looked at him worriedly and saw that the person who called him just now was Xiao Shun who was at the limelight at the martial arts conference at this time.

"Is there anything wrong?" he asked in confusion.

"I have a token here, and I forgot to give it to my companion to hand it over!"

After saying that, Xiao Shun threw the token taken from Feng Xuegui far to Zhao Long.

"Don't worry, I'll register you now!"

Zhao Long took the token and immediately flipped out the form that recorded Xiao Shun's information, picked up the pen and wrote a +1 behind the number of tokens.

etc!

Looking at the number of tokens, he was slightly surprised.

The number of tokens held by Xiao Shun was originally the same as those of Xie Wuji, Chen Lingzi and others, and they were all three, but now this one is added...

Four, good guy, that's four!

As a recorder, he is extremely familiar with the number of tokens. If he did not calculate wrongly, Xiao Shun should be the first person to hold the number of four tokens.

In this way, wouldn't the other party...

Looking at the numbers on the record table, Zhao Long couldn't help but take a deep look at Xiao Shun.
Chapter completed!