Senior sister, don't be stubborn, you are already invincible.

"hiss--"

After a while, waves of uproar, shock, and gasps of air erupted in the venue.

"Damn it, that brat actually kicked Senior Brother Yang off the ring?!"

"How is this possible?! How did the trash on the second level of Qi Refining escape the attack range of the eighth level of Qi Refining? And he came silently behind Senior Brother Yang and kicked him off the ring?"

"Another Escape Technique? Earth Escape Technique? But it's obviously six small realms away. Why can't Senior Brother Yang find him? I'm so angry!"

"Is the escape technique so useful? Why can others keep staring at me when I use it?"

"This... this is simply unbelievable!"

Everyone's eyes were dull, staring stupidly at the little figure on the ring.

Everyone agreed that Yang Jiao would win.

The difference between the eighth level of Qi Refining and the second level of Qi Refining is six levels.

Isn't this just like killing a chicken?

But unfortunately, Yang Jiao, who was at the eighth level of Qi Refining, lost.

Although losing is a bit disgraceful...

Yang Jiao covered his aching waist, opened his eyes in disbelief, and roared: "You little bastard, you actually attacked me secretly!"

"Senior brother, a soldier never tires of deceit. I accept the concession."

Song Ci smiled sweetly and immediately jumped off the ring.

"No, I haven't lost yet, you can't leave!" Yang Jiao roared with red eyes.

"In the rules of the competition, if one party leaves the ring, it will be considered a loss. Senior brother, are you going to cheat?"

After finishing speaking, Song Ci walked towards the stands with a swaying step.

The elder immediately announced the result: "Song Ci wins!"

Hearing this, Song Ci grinned widely, revealing two snow-white teeth, extremely brilliant.

Yang Jiao clenched his fists, his eyes full of ferocious anger and unwillingness, and gritted his teeth and said: "Hmph, you are lucky this time, I hope you will be so lucky in the future!"

In the spectator seats, the true disciples were also dumbfounded and remained silent for a long time.

"Damn! A loser on the second level of Qi Refining defeated a monk on the eighth level of Qi Refining?! What are you doing? Are you kidding me?!"

"The eighth level of Qi Refining can't beat a second level of Qi Refining. Hurry up and go back to the outer gate to rebuild."

"I really don't know whether to say that the inner door is getting more and more rubbish, or..."

I still can't say anything, and I haven't organized the appropriate language.

You can't say that Junior Brother Song Ci of Luo Liufeng is strong, right?

This second level Qi refining guy, even if you say he is strong... you can't even praise him enough!

"You can't say that. Look carefully. This little guy named Song Ci has an ethereal figure and excellent escaping skills. He can dodge so many attacks from Yang Jiao in just a cup of tea. His speed and reflexes are indeed very strong. .”

"Yes, this Song Ci is weird, and his escape skills are superb. He should not be underestimated."

"Tsk, isn't it good that Song Ci won? It just shows that our true inheritance is not something that the trash from the inner sect can trample on easily."

"It seems to be the truth."

……

Song Ci returned to the stands.

Tang Shi gave him a thumbs up, "Well done."

"hey-hey."

Song Ci smiled shyly, touched the tip of his nose, and said modestly: "Senior sister, there is no need to praise me. In fact, I'm not very good at all."

Tang poetry: "..."

I don’t know who has already raised his tail to the sky and is still pretending to be modest.

Although Song Ci said not to praise, could she not praise her?

That must be praised loudly!

Keep building up your confidence!

"Holding the sun, moon and stars in your hands, there is no one like you in the world. You are on the second level of Qi refining and on the eighth level of Qi refining. Junior brother, I am very relieved that the glory of Luo Liu Peak is attached to you."

Holding the sun and the moon and picking the stars, there is no one like me in the world.

Hey!

Song Ci's eyes were shining brightly, and he recited it silently in his mind twice. He suddenly felt an overwhelming force in his body, which made the hairs on his body stand up.

He couldn't help but look happy, the corners of his mouth were curved to the maximum, and he said loudly: "Thank you for the compliment, senior sister, I will continue to work hard!"

……

"No. [-], Arena No. [-]!"

The elder's voice echoed throughout the audience again.

"Finally it's my turn."

Mo Wuyan stood up, rubbed his neck with his hands, turned his head lazily, and then the afterimage flashed and disappeared from its original position.

In the blink of an eye, he was standing firmly on the ring, with his hands behind his back, his posture arrogant.

"Who is my opponent? Hurry up and die!" He raised his chin proudly and glanced around, not hiding his disdain for his opponent at all.

"Ah, you are really arrogant."

"However, this is indeed Mo Wuyan's character. When he uses a sword, he will see blood, and he will be disabled even if he is not dead. He is called the Sword Demon in private."

"His strength has been growing over the years, and he has even gone to the secret realm to experience it. His current strength is even more unfathomable."

"..."

Everyone was chattering and discussing.

Mo Wuyan looked around and saw no one was on stage. He couldn't help frowning and continued to provoke: "Stop Mojiji, hurry up and die!"

"Who is number [-]?"

"I do not know."

"But it doesn't matter if you don't go on stage, you won't be able to fight again and again. If you lose an arm or a leg or lose your life, it's simply not worth the loss."

There was still a lot of discussion in the audience. A man in Tsing Yi clutched a bamboo stick tightly, his heart was beating fast, and beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

He followed everyone’s words and echoed:

"It's absolutely true. It's not worth it to risk your life just to compete for a spot on the Heavenly Ranking. It's not worth it at all."

"I still remember what Senior Sister Tang Shi once said. She said, 'This is not Contra, and there are no ads for resurrection.' Now I finally understand Senior Sister Tang Shi's good intentions."

The mainland of China is vaster than ever before. There are methods or magic weapons that can reincarnate the remaining souls in this continent, but Yunyan Sect does not!

At the same time, Mo Wuyan on the stage felt uninterested when he saw no one answered. He folded his hands across his chest and sneered softly. The corners of his lips curled up slightly in a mocking arc, "Coward."

"Abstaining on the [-]th, Mo Wuyan wins!" the elder announced.

Everyone sighed when they heard the elder's voice.

"I don't know why, but I really want to see Senior Brother Mo take action."

"Yes, I quite like watching him defeat his opponents."

"It's quite a pity when you think about it."

Man in green: "..."

It's not you who dared to be beaten, so it's a pity for you, right?

Curse you to meet Mo Wuyan in the next game!

He cursed secretly, stared down at the bamboo stick in his hand, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The game continues.

Mo Wuyan did not go back to sit where Lin Yanran was, but instead walked in the direction of Tang Shi.

Tang Shi caught a glimpse of him and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Being entangled with Mo Wuyan, she was afraid that she would not be able to eat in peace.

Thoughts flashed rapidly in his mind. Suddenly, Tang Shi thought of something, and the corners of his mouth quietly curved in a strange way.

"Senior Brother Mo, it's been a long time. I can't make any progress in my ruthless way. Senior Brother, just promise me and let me kill my husband and prove the Way. You just lost your life, but I can attain the Way and ascend!" She raised her bright voice. smiling face.

Mo Wuyan's expression changed slightly, his footsteps stopped, and he turned to the other side, "We are not suitable, junior sister, we should hire someone else!"

Tang poetry has frivolous eyebrows.

Xiao Mian, I can't cure you anymore.

Mo Wuyan is a person who likes to talk nonsense. If you want to get serious with him, you will run faster than anyone else.