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Chapter 1747 Who is the trash, only know after comparing

"Hahaha, look, didn't my junior sister just make you come out?"

Luo Tian stared at Jun Muyan tightly and gritted his teeth and said, "So what if you create these people? Are these people qualified to compete with my Tian family army? Hahaha, don't laugh so hard!"

"Look at the configuration of your Mingyan Army. Most of them are from the first and second levels of fasting. The rest are 30% of them that have not even reached the fasting period. They are just a group of waste from the body-forging period!!"

As he spoke, Luo Tian immediately laughed happily and contemptuously, "Jun Muyan, do you really think that if you have too many people, you can win? In dealing with this group of waste, my Tian family can crush you all without even using the Jindan monks!!"

When everyone in the Mingyan Army heard this, they looked angry.

But none of them refuted or spoke, but looked at Mu Yan in unison.

Mu Yan wiped away the tears from his face, and a lazy curve slowly curled up the corner of his mouth: "Ming Yan Jun obeyed the order!"

"yes--!!"

"Since someone wants to see the strength of our Mingyan Army, let's help them!!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her figure had risen and landed on the top of a temple closest to Taiyi Square.

The demon zither appeared in her hands.

The slender fingers as delicate as jade were placed on the strings, slowly plucking, and the sound of the piano was melodious.

【Father Jinghong】 Launch!!

In an instant, a familiar feeling surged into the hearts of everyone in the Ming Yan Army.

It seemed like an inexhaustible force was injected into the body.

Their spiritual power, their spiritual consciousness, their movements, and their power all seemed to be blocked by an increase.

Everyone in Tianji Camp and Changsheng Camp quickly retreated.

The people from Moying and Taixu Camp rushed forward quickly and stood in front of the Tian family army.

In the Nether Flame Army, not everyone has always been combatants.

Mo Camp and Taixu Camp are responsible for the battle.

Tianji Camp is responsible for intelligence.

Changsheng Camp is responsible for logistics.

When Luo Tian saw the opponent with only more than 1,000 people left, he laughed and said, "Hahaha, you group of wastes are lower than our Tian family army, and the number is half that of our Tian family army. Do you still hope to win?!"

The cultivators from the Tian family behind him also burst into laughter.

The winner and loser of this battle is obvious, without any suspense.

Luo Tian's sinister gaze swept over Mu Yan above the palace and sneered loudly, "Jun Mu Yan, I heard that you are the strongest auxiliary in the Canglan World in history. But even you, it is impossible for you to let a bunch of garbage compete with my Tian family."

"I know who is trash!"

Mu Yan's movement of plucking the strings became faster and faster, and the sound of the piano became more and more urgent.

But her posture and expression became more lazy and calmer. Then, she heard her shout softly, "Jun Mochen!"

Mu Yan rarely calls Xiaobao's full name.

So much so that when she pronounced this name, everyone in Xiaoyao Sect didn't react for a while.

Not to mention the students of Star Academy, they have no idea who Mu Yan is calling him.

However, both Xiaobao and the Mingyan Army immediately straightened their backs when they heard this name, their eyes were burning, and they all looked like beasts ready to go.

Xiaobao's evil-proof sword was unsheathed, and he jumped, and he had already arrived in front of all the Nether Flame Army in a whistle.

Luo Tian was stunned when he saw this, and then he smiled and covered his stomach, "Hahaha, Jun Muyan, don't you think that adding a little baby can change anything, right?"
Chapter completed!
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