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Mu Tu's breath had not settled yet, but in the situation, Lin Zijie's situation had suddenly become precarious. The sword training at the Buried Sword Mountain suddenly increased the tempo, and the strange sword movements changed again and again.

"Buried Sword Mountain is going to lose." Mu Tu looked at the Lin Zijie on the stage, who had countered all of his opponents' attacks with the smallest price, and laughed.

Moreover, every time his feet came into contact with the other party's attack, they would tremble slightly. That was the action of channeling the other party's strength into the ground.

"No, no! None of the younger generation of Buried Sword Mountain has used the Buried Sword Technique. They can only say that they're not fighting their opponents and did not use their full power." The Yue Fu Sect Leader quickly waved her hand. The eight noble families were all here, the old lady did not have any discernment.

"Pfft, cough, cough," Pathless was about to lose his temper, but when he heard Yue Fu being so tactful, he immediately swallowed his anger, and looked at Zhang Mu from the Heng Shan Sect with a fierce gaze.

In the arena, after the referee announced Lin Zijie's victory, the two people who were in completely different moods, under countless of gazes, left the arena. As for the next round of the competition, it was a close call.

This non-stop flow of the competition had also maintained the mood of the audience in the viewing gallery at a climax from beginning to end. The deafening cheers shook the spectators until their eardrums began to sting.

In the competition, Mu Tu's eyes flashed as if he was walking on a horse, and he became even more serious towards the Wulin New Excellence Assembly.

From the fights between these people, Mu Tu could vaguely see that their generation was not weak at all. Although they were not as ruthless as the older generation who were like the Four official part s, but they had extremely precise eyes when fighting, and when they needed to use their hands, they did not hesitate at all.

However, it was not enough to choose a gentle Leader of Martial World. Without rich battle experience and a sharp eye for affairs, it was impossible to lead martial artists to maintain a harmonious humanist society.

"Every year, these martial arts sects will spar in private, and the ones that don't have a good relationship with each other will fight in the gang. Although this move is very dangerous, and there are even a lot of outstanding warriors who will lose, but it must be said that this kind of nurtured martial arts genius will be like a metamorphosis."

"Uhh." Mu Tu was stunned upon hearing this. After a long while, he nodded his head and said: "Indeed, sparring and gang fights are very helpful in increasing one's martial power and adaptability."

When he was five years old, wasn't he being thrown into the forest by his master to hone his skills? A pack of wolves wouldn't even be allowed to come out until they were all killed. Leaving behind a young wolf cub, he switched to another wolf pack and began to fight again.

"Of those five, only Guo Jin from Shaolin did not kill anyone. The hands of Yuan Shikai and Tang Fulu have at least a thousand lives, covered in blood, so do not underestimate them. "

He never thought that this fellow would have killed so many people. He thought that was just a second generation ancestor who had lost face, but never thought that he was also a talent, why would be interested in killing him?

While Mu Tu and Hua Zhishui were conversing softly, the competition on the stage, was slowly coming to an end. After the referee announced the victory, the two martial artists who were heavily injured in the arena were helped off the stage by the eunuch.

"Seventy-eighth, Mu Tu."

"Number 30, Qi Xiaosu from the Broken Rod Sect."

"Swoosh!"

In the air above the arena, an ear-piercing sound suddenly rang out, attracting everyone's attention.

Along with the sound of breaking wind, a figure suddenly shot down from the sky and crashed into the arena. The wooden platform was instantly shaken until wood shavings flew everywhere and a small area was shrouded in the figure's shadow.

The beautiful face of the Eunuch Ye who was by the side of the stage immediately turned green, then called for a young eunuch: "Go up and tell Wang Tieniu, we will find a disorderly place to pay him."

"The Broken Stick Sect was originally an organization formed by the beggars to help the rich beggars break away from their roots and establish their own sects. "Be careful of his staff techniques, the Legacy of the Beggar's Staff techniques, these people are all extremely proficient." Hua Zhishui carefully added on from the side.

"It's fine, I'll be careful." Mu Tu hugged Wang Yuyan's delicate body, looked at her tightly furrowed brows, and patted her delicate shoulders. "Don't worry."

"Seventy-eighth, Mu Tu." The referee on the stage urged again.

Mu Tu quickly pushed off with the tip of his feet and activated swimming movement, then his body gently landed on the stage. His young appearance, straight body and the large, gold-threaded, silver-backed saber on his back created a rather interesting scene.

"Is he that Mu Tu?" On the stage, dressed in all red, the body of the beautiful and enchanting phoenix part's disciple Feng Hongyi, looked at the stage with interest at the white-robed young man.

"His aura is rather calm and steady. Perhaps he does have some ability. However, that's all." Seeing that the white robed young man did not seem to be moved by the crowd, Yuan Shikai raised his eyebrows and said indifferently. He deeply buried the hatred in his eyes towards this fellow.