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"Second Senior Sister, you didn't ask me who I was betting on, so you just placed your bet without fear of losing all your money."

Yun Duo looked at the two people who were fighting inseparably on the ring, and casually asked Nangong Jiaoyang.

"Among us senior brothers and sisters, you are the one with the most clever ideas. Losing money is not your style."

Nangong Jiaoyang lightly tapped Yunduo's forehead and cursed with a smile.

"Second Senior Sister, you really are not curious about who I am suppressing!"

"Not curious."

"If you are curious and ask me, I will tell you."

"Not curious..."

"Second Senior Sister..."

The sound of the discussion between the two disappeared among the noisy crowd.

The battle between Tang Qingyang and Ophiopogon japonicus on the stage also came to the last moment.

They saw Tang Qingyang slashing at Maidong with his French stick, and Maidong blocked the attack with his spiritual sword.

Seeing this, Tang Qingyang formed a fist with her left hand and struck at his abdomen. Maidong was faster than his attack, and when his fist struck, the hilt of the sword came down to catch his attack.

Tang Qingyang felt that his fist was blocked by something, and then he kicked the side of Maidong towards the crook of Maidong's leg again. Maidong felt a strong wind coming, and moved back, avoiding the attack again. .

After being dodged by Maidong one after another, Tang Qingyang was a little angry and yelled at him.

"Do you sect disciples only know how to hide?"

A cold light flashed on Ophiopogon japonicus's face.

He jumped into the air in a flash, and the spirit sword in his hand shot out of the air and headed towards Tang Qingyang's door. Although Tang Qingyang's reaction was quick, it was not faster than the speed of his sword. Seeing that the spirit sword was about to reach him, Tang Qingyang took it out. The French stick resisted, while Maidong held a sword in his right hand and made a fist with his left hand.

Tang Qingyang blocked the spirit sword attack, but failed to guard against his fist attack.

Maidong punched him in the abdomen, and the pain from his abdomen made Tang Qingyang instantly curl up into a shrimp.

"I wonder if you are satisfied with such a response."

Maidong naturally knew how powerful his fist was. He deliberately distracted his attention by attacking in the east and west, and poured all his spiritual power into his left fist to give him a fatal blow.

In other words, Tang Qingyang could resist his spiritual sword attack even if he just raised his arm slightly, but he used all his spiritual power to resist, which made him unable to avoid his fist attack.

If Tang Qingyang knew Ophiopogon japonicus's plan, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood.

"It's just a coincidence."

Tang Qingyang endured the severe pain in his abdomen and gritted his teeth.

"Whether it is coincidence or strength, I think you know in your heart."

Maidong said and attacked him again.

The spiritual sword in his hand moved quickly, forming sword shadows.

The sword shadow exuded a chill. Tang Qingyang twisted his eyes, took out an elixir from his storage bag and took one. He tapped his toes on the ground and dodged the attack.

The Ophiopogon japonicus spirit sword chased after him, and the tip of the sword cut through the sky, like ripples on the water. Tang Qingyang raised his French stick to fight back.

A sword and a stick met in the air, and the swords and swords flickered, making a sharp and sharp collision sound.

The shocked monks watching the game in the audience had their heartbeats fluctuating with the game.

Seeing the two of them going back and forth, Maidong suddenly changed his sword skills. The sword peak was as powerful as a bamboo and unpredictable. Tang Qingyang was instantly knocked back several steps.

Tang Qingyang stabilized his body, turned from defense to offense, and split the French stick in his hand into two parts, like a dragon swimming unstoppably out of the sea.

There was no trace of panic on Maidong's face. He stood with his long sword in front of him, squatted down, and moved his body slightly backwards and downwards, deftly defusing his attack.

The two of them exchanged several moves one after another.

After a few moves, Tang Qingyang's body was cut with a sharp sword, and blood was oozing out.