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Chapter 727
Mo Tian frowned and asked.
As soon as he came up, he was going to be drawn under a certain army, which made Mo Tian very uncomfortable.
Now, do you want to bring your teammates to join someone else's team?
"It stands to reason that there is no ancestor in your team, so you can't form a team alone."
The commissioner replied patiently.
"However, the meeting also considered some special circumstances. After the team is allocated, those of you who don't want to belong to other teams can challenge the established teams.
If you win, you'll be able to form a team alone, and draw others to form a team. "
"Okay! That's it!"
Hearing that things had turned for the better, Mo Tian nodded in agreement immediately.
"Take this first, and let you know when the allocation is complete."
The commissioner flipped his palm and handed Mo Tian a crystal wafer card.
On the round card, the number "3" is written.
"There are three other teams like me ahead?"
With doubts, Mo Tian put away the crystal wafer card.
...
When assigning teams, many people began to exchange information.
"You said, that guy from Xueyuan actually let Mo Tian go?"
A man with a feminine appearance and wearing a luxurious red gilt robe, surrounded by the crowd, asked a question.
"Yes, my lord, after my subordinates saw Mo Tian breaking into the Night God Clan's station with his own eyes, the Night God Clan then flooded into the station in large numbers."
A man with the same feminine appearance replied.
"Lord Moruo, I also heard about this from a good friend of the Night God clan.
However, he did not know the specific reason why Xueyuan let Mo Tian go.
Many people in the Night God Clan didn't know the specific reason, they just talked about the generosity of blood, and didn't take Mo Tian seriously. "
Another person spoke up.
"Generous?" The feminine man sneered, showing a row of sharp teeth at the corners of his mouth.
"I think this guy, Xueyuan, has been in seclusion for too long, and he has closed his temper to the point of useless!"
"Even if it's a small bug, as long as it dares to provoke me, it will be crushed to pieces!"
Moro said coldly, looking at the blood source that was also surrounded by many people in the distance.
Seemingly aware of Moro's gaze, Xueyuan turned his head, glanced at Moro, and then turned his head back.
It seemed that Moro was not taken seriously at all.
Seeing Xueyuan's attitude, Moruo's face sank.
"A **** that even the world master can't handle, dare to despise me?!"
Moro said in a low voice.
The indifferent look of Xueyuan made him very upset!
"Lord Moruo, your talent is much higher than Blood Source, why bother with him?"
"That's right, it won't take long for Lord Moruo to become the master this time, stepping on the blood source in one fell swoop!"
"The Celestial Clan itself is stronger than the Night God Clan, and Lord Moro is stronger than the Blood Source, isn't it a matter of course?!"
...
A group of people who wanted to join the Moro team began to flatter.
Hearing these people's words, Moro felt better many times.
"Blood, you wait!
Watch me crush that Mo Tian, and take the opportunity to humiliate you! "
Moro sneered in his heart, and glanced at the blood source not far away.
In the distance, Blood Origin is accepting and rejecting some people's applications to join the team.
"Sir... that Mora, seems to have been paying attention to your side..."
A Night God clan secretly transmitted a voice to the blood source.
"Jumping Clown, don't bother."
The source of blood did not return, and he said lightly.
Chapter 729 Who, come out! Say what about you! (Second!)
Moruo just mentioned Mo Tian briefly, and he didn't take it to heart.
After all, what is the point of dealing with a small world lord?
What really bothered Moro was the alliance with several other teams.
However, in contrast, Blood Origin was more famous than him, and many who took the initiative to form an alliance with Moro came only after being rejected by Blood Origin.
Although Moruo felt unhappy in his heart, he accepted it happily.
This has just come to the battlefield of ten thousand races, and these people are the prototype of his power to form.
Soon, all teams were registered.
Like Mo Tian, there are no ancestors in the team, but they don't want to be subservient and merge into other teams. There are five teams in total.
However, apart from Mo Tian and the others, the other four teams looked very nervous.
Mo Tian also understands that, after all, it is normal for a realm master to be embarrassed towards his ancestors.
He was also a little nervous when he killed the ancestor-level master for the first time.
Thinking of this, Mo Tian turned his head to comfort his team members and reassure them.
As soon as he turned his head, Mo Tian saw Meng Wuyao folded his arms and yawned a little boredly.
Yan Cheng was standing there in a daze, as if he was thinking about something.
Only Ji stood there with an indifferent expression, Mo Tian looked at her, Ji also looked at Mo Tian.
The two looked at each other.
"What's wrong?" Ji said indifferently.
"Nothing..." Mo Tian shook his head, feeling a little lost in interest.
My teammates are so calm, I feel like my captain seems... not playing a role...
When Mo Tian was depressed, the previous registrar stood up.
"Currently, there are twelve teams registered, and the remaining five teams are unwilling to merge into other teams.
Therefore, these five teams will challenge the twelve teams that have completed the registration. The winner has the right to form a team, and the loser is disqualified.
In addition, during the 30 seconds of the battle, the challenger will only win if he defeats the opponent, and if the challenger is tied or defeated, it will be considered a victory! "
After speaking, the registrar cleared a large piece of open space, and at the same time, in front of him, the projection of the team table appeared.
"Okay, the first team to challenge, please hurry up."
said the registrar.
Mo Tian heard the words, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he stepped forward.
Qualification for forming a team was easier than he thought, and, from the fact that the battle time was only thirty seconds, it could be seen that the real world would formulate this rule for a quick solution.
Moreover, even if they can't beat them in thirty seconds, they won't suffer too serious damage, unless the difference in strength is extremely disparate.
When I was thinking about it, boom!
The ground shook, and in front of Mo Tian, a **** man smashed to the ground.
"I, Drax, challenge the team of the Demon Ape Clan!"
Fatty pointed fiercely not far away, to the group of ape-men with long black hair and red eyes.
"Hey! Is this guy crazy?!"
"The people of the Demon Clan are not easy to mess with!"
"He's the realm master, how dare he?!"
...
The surrounding people exclaimed in amazement.
At this time, Mo Tian was a little surprised when he heard the words of Drax.
The Demon Ape family is born with a strong fighting talent.
They are on a huge meteorite, and the place where they fight is so small. Even a master of the same level, it is extremely difficult to deal with the people of the Demon Ape Race.
"Could it be that this person, like me, has reached the ancestral level?"
Mo Tian thought about it and looked at the fat man.
That confident look, the arrogant posture with his hands on his hips...
If it's not good, the other party may really be the ancestor of the flesh!
At this time, the Demon Ape Clan, a Demon Ape Clan with a relatively short stature came out.
Drax was a little dissatisfied when he saw the Demon Ape tribe who came out to fight:
"Let your captain come out!"
As soon as the voice fell, the long hair on the Demon Ape who walked out shook violently.
Then, boom!
A circle of white energy, wrapped in space debris, swept towards the surroundings.
In the field, the picture was frozen in Drax's wide-eyed eyes, and he watched in shock as the fists of the Demon Ape tribe smashed into his fat stomach.
Bang!
The airflow exploded, and Drax flew out directly.
Thousands of meters away, Drax's body stopped in space.
Mo Tian looked at Drax floating in space not far away, and then turned to look at the Demon Ape clansman who withdrew his fist and looked calm.
This is the end?
Mo Tian was a little dumbfounded.
This... This Drax is too good for it!
"The next challenger."
The registrar said with a blank expression.
After the registrar finished speaking, the remaining four teams, except Mo Tian, the other three teams were pale and fearful.
No way, the gap... it's too big!
Those who can form a team have at least one ancestor member, and some even have three ancestors!
And they are all world masters!
"I come!"
Just when these people were terrified, Mo Tian stood up.
"Which team are you challenging?"
The registrar raised his eyelids and glanced at Mo Tian.
Hearing this, Mo Tian glanced at the team present, and stopped for two more seconds at the team of Blood Origin.
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