Half a day later, the masters of various races had decided their own victory and defeat and ranked.

Now as long as Dai Congyun defeats Fang Chen, he will be the first, and Fang Chen will naturally be the second.

"The Gods, Dai Congyun."

Dai Congyun bowed to Fang Chen from afar.

"Human race, Fang Chen."

Fang Chen bowed his hand to return the gift.

"I can only do my best to fight you, so I may suffer any casualties."

Dai Congyun smiled.

"We are not in a hurry to take action."

Fang Chen shook his head gently.

Dai Congyun was slightly stunned, and the nearby magical powers looked at each other, among which the magical powers of the Southern God clan smiled and said:

"There is no competition now, and I plan to tie for first place? There is no such rule in the Battle of the Holy Tower. You should finish the battle as soon as possible and decide the first place."

He paused, "Friend, your three-headed and six-armed art is extremely magical. Using this technique to defeat Dai Congyun can be considered a good relationship with our Southern God clan."

"I think he is from your Southern Gods? Do you pretend to be a weak clan to participate in the Battle of the Holy Tower. Do you have any plans for your Southern Gods?"

The person with supernatural powers suddenly spoke up and questioned:

"When you just besieged him, you Nanshen clan didn't take action, and you didn't give out a single point of strength. It was obviously a group of people."

These words immediately made everyone feel a little suspicious.

But the masters of the Southern God Clan laughed and said:

"That is that our saints have a bet with the saints of the gods. He has the ability to win the championship. We will not take action. As long as he wins the championship, we will win this bet."

When everyone heard this, they were silent.

Dai Congyun also looked at Fang Chen and said with a smile:

"Your Excellency, don't have any concerns, we will decide the outcome now."

"Don't worry."

Fang Chen still smiled and refused, not planning to take action.

He glanced at the supernatural powers of all races:

"They have already ranked. When the time comes, they will admit defeat and leave one after another. When they are done, we will decide the winner."

"Good guy, you weak boy think we are untrustworthy and refuse to give in and surrender?"

"It's a joke to judge a gentleman's affair with a villain's heart."

All the supernatural powers of all races were laughed at.

Dai Congyun frowned slightly, then nodded slightly:

"It's good that the Battle of the Holy Tower is not a joke after all, and you can get a lot of rewards even if you are the first in the same level.

It is right for you to be so careful. After all, no one in the human race has ever reached your point. You are no longer fighting for yourself. You represent the ethnic group behind you.”

In the various interior areas of the human race, a suddenness appeared in everyone's eyes, but some people felt that Fang Chen was too careful in this move.

"He doesn't need to do this. How many twelve strong clans exist? Of course, they have to be shameless. There is no way to go back on their word."

The human race's supernatural power shook his head gently.

At this time, wouldn’t it be a joke to let people go?

"It makes no sense for you to say this. This is called a villain first and a gentleman later.

Lao Fang has made it clear. As long as the guys who are ranked well admit defeat and leave, won’t it be enough?

It will not hinder the decisive battle between Lao Fang and the God clan."

Wang Chongsong rolled his eyes.

The master of the Wandao Alliance's magical powers smiled embarrassedly and stopped talking, but he still didn't care about his expression.

Time passes minute by minute.

I don’t know how long it took, but when the fly cover contracted again, the time for surrender and admit defeat was also up.

At the beginning, the supernatural powers of all races did leave one after another in the order of ranking and kept their promises very much.

But when the magical powers of the Southern God Clan were at the time of the changes.

"Why don't you guys leave?"

"Dai Congyun also said that the Battle of the Holy Tower is so important, how can we play like this?"

A master of the Southern God clan's supernatural powers smiled.

The gods looked at each other, and a hint of surprise appeared in their eyes.

Even Dai Congyun was surprised.

Finally, the supernatural powers reacted, "You didn't plan to leave like this from the beginning? Instead, you waited for the rest of the people to leave and then profited from it. You didn't plan to let this weak supernatural powers compete with Dai Congyun for the first place. Do you want to... get the first place yourself?"

"Why? Just by you three southern gods, can we benefit from being fools?"

"Don't let us fall into the reputation of our powerful clans, keep our promises and leave!"

The supernatural powers ranked above them all shouted angrily.

In the interior of the Burial Spirit Semi-Saint, the Wandao Alliance's magical power who had previously felt that Fang Chen was a little too careful could not help but smiled bitterly:

"As one of the twelve strong tribes, this Southern God clan really doesn't even have any face."

"Yes... who could have thought of this..."

"Hmph, I didn't expect it? So they are the twelve strong tribes."

Wang Chongsong sneered repeatedly:

"Can you climb to such a height in the divine realm, do you really think that they have benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, trustworthiness, gentleness, respect, frugality, frugality?"

Many people were said to Wang Chongsong and their impression of the twelve strong tribes gradually changed at this moment.

...

...

Dai Congyun's eyes fell on one of the Southern God clan's supernatural powers:

"Weng You, you have a great background in the Southern God Clan. You have a saint's bloodline. The rest of you are also following you. Don't take them with you to fall into the reputation of the Southern God Clan."

Since a group of supernatural powers have just passed, only more than thirty supernatural powers are present.

They were all staring at Weng You with different expressions.

"I fell into the name of the Southern God Clan? What does this mean?"

Weng You couldn't help but smile and shook his head:

“We are in the Battle of the Holy Tower, not chatting and laughing casually in the backyard of our home.

What we are competing for is the first in the Holy Tower, can we understand?

The previous battle was nothing more than a joke. The battle at the Holy Tower would inevitably lead to casualties.

How many magical powers have died from the beginning of the Battle of the Holy Tower to the present? Is it necessary to compete for the first place to be so stubborn?"

"Hahaha, who doesn't understand what you said?

You want to be the first, you need to have the first strength. Now you let a weak supernatural master see our joke for no reason, you are really shameless!"

A strange snake clan's supernatural power couldn't help but laugh and scold.

Unexpectedly, Weng You just glanced at him, and the alien snake clan's magical power couldn't laugh out loud, but instead numbly condensed a fairy-yuan blade and slammed his neck.

puff--

His huge head fell to the ground like this, and blood kept gushing out of the incision.

Everyone was stunned.

Dai Congyun's eyes became extremely solemn:

"Control people's mind!? This is your magical trump card?"

Weng You looked at Dai Congyun with a little contempt:

"I just guessed now, it's too late. If you don't admit defeat now, you'll end up with him."

His three heads and three pairs of eyes kept looking back and forth on the gods, making them feel a little numb.

Everyone then suddenly realized why the Southern God clan's supernatural powers were going to attack at this moment.
Chapter completed!