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"Can this guy use it that fast?" Hua Zhishui shook his head and laughed bitterly.

When he thought back to Mu Tu's clean and final cut, Xiong Zifeng thought to himself, if it was him, it would be very difficult to completely block it.

On the grandstand, Sect Leader Wu Dang, Zhang Si Man, glanced at the skinny back figure in the arena and nodded with a deep meaning, "This kid is not an ordinary person!"

"I'm sorry!"

Looking at the slim and beautiful young girl in front of him, that beautiful face of hers, for the past two months, had actually walked into her own life. Mu Tu ignored the gazes of the surrounding people, scratched his head, and said gently with an apologetic tone.

Raising her pretty face, Wang Yuyan suddenly revealed a beautiful smile that could overturn the world, and immediately did a action that caused everyone to be dumbstruck.

He slowly spread open his white and tender arms, and then threw himself into Mu Tu's warm embrace, greedily absorbing that familiar smell.

The entire stands at the edge of the arena were in complete silence. Faintly, the sound of bags of dog food being torn apart seemed to be heard.

Looking at Wang Yuyan who was in Mu Tu's embrace, then looking at Mu Tu whose smiling face and smile was so warm that it looked like a thousand year old wine that was buried underground, Lin Baobao suddenly felt a little weak.

With his arm around his slender waist, Mu Tu lowered his head and sniffed lightly at the girl's fragrant black hair. Since she was able to publicize the feelings between the two of them, as a man, he naturally wouldn't cower in the slightest. No matter how hot the gazes around him were, he felt like he was in a furnace.

"Number 24, Mt. Tai has sent Gao Song."

"Number eighty-seven, Wang Yuyan."

The judge's announcement came again, following that Wang Yuyan left Mu Tu's warm embrace bashfully. With a tap of her feet, she walked up the stage like a butterfly dancing.

As for the Mt. Tai's Gao Song, he was even more admirable. Gao Song stood on his sword without moving. He waited until his sword had pierced through the air above the stage before he swung his sword down.

"Let's begin!" When the two came to a stop, the referee looked meaningfully at Gao Song from the Mt. Tai.

He only saw that at this time, two figures, a man and a woman, intertwined and intertwined with each other on the stage. The battle between the swords and the short thorns made the spectators exclaim in surprise from time to time, but, it was obvious that more than half of the gazes on the stage stopped on Wang Yuyan who was dressed in the light green official uniform.

The two figures intersected again in a dangerous fashion, and Gao Song, who was holding onto his sword, was obviously unable to endure any further, as he gasped for breath and barely dodged Wang Yuyan's black dragon cone Thrust.

Seeing that he was about to win, Wang Yuyan took a step forward as he turned the blade in his hand and was about to strike at Gao Song's wrist.

Just as the black dragon cone was about to stab Gao Song's wrist, Gao Song wiped the perspiration off his face, and a sly smile appeared in the depths of his eyes. The black iron sword in his hand thrust upwards, just in time to block Wang Yuyan's attack path.

"Not good, this Mt. Tai's Gao Song is actually mixing pigs and eating tigers," Mu Tu suddenly felt that the situation was critical. Gao Song had obviously deceived all the spectators.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wang Yuyan anxiously stepped on the wind and retreated, his feet lightly touching the surface of the black iron sword's sword, borrowing the speed of his sword, he retreated a few steps in an instant.

Since Gao Song had seized this opportunity, why would he allow Wang Yuyan to safely retreat? Holding onto the black iron sword's hilt with both of his hands, he aimed at Wang Yuyan's abdomen.

Wang Yuyan suddenly took out the Burning Fire Rod in his bosom. When he covered it with his inner strength, sparks were produced and he used it to block Gao Song's sword move, Yue Wuyun.

Lang Yue Wu Yun's long sword pierced towards the lower ribs of his opponent. Combined with the explosive strength of the Mount Tai Faction's mental cultivation method, it made it difficult for ordinary people to defend against it.

In that split-second, a faint bolt of lightning passed from the black iron sword's body to the sword hilt. Gao Song's wrist immediately went numb, and his sword fell off.

After repelling the enemy in one move, Wang Yuyan smiled slightly, then courteously bowed to Gao Song from the Mt.

"I've lost." Although Gao Song had been defeated, he knew how straightforward admitting defeat was. He did not lose anything and immediately bowed towards the referee before turning around and leaving the arena.

The referee loudly announced the outcome of the match. It could be seen that he was also very excited, since the two officials had already passed, giving rise to hope for the Leader of Martial World's position.

After Wang Yuyan heard the news, he turned around and gently tapped on the stage with the tip of his foot. Like a bird returning to its nest, he threw himself into Mu Tu's embrace.

"You did very well, but you were still a little careless. I was almost tricked," Mu Tu scratched Wang Yuyan's nose and said gently.