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The sun had already reached its highest point in the sky, and the people in the stands were starting to get impatient. The crushing pressure of the disciples of large sects on the disciples of small sects made them feel extremely bored.

Originally, having an internal selection was already going overboard. Now, even the competition was being played out behind the scenes. It was a crushing situation, who would believe that!? Can you return the ticket?

When the two of them stepped onto the arena, the referee was bored out of his mind. He waved his hand, signaling them to start. They could go back and rest after the next match.

Xiong Zifeng's right hand was dripping blood, but his heart was overwhelmed with shock. He thought to himself: Could this broken blade be the remnant of the Merciless Sword?

Mu Tu, who was watching from below, was also shaken. "The Resurrection Lily bloomed, the Sea of Bitterness bloomed," this was the slogan of the little radicals in the Ku Hai City, could it be that they had slipped out right under the old man's nose?

Turning his head and sweeping his gaze all around, he saw a few people gathered in a corner of the stands. They were clearly very strange, and they were looking at the match on the stage with great interest.

"It's really them!" Mu Tu was overwhelmed with shock, and could not help but ask.

Wang Yuyan, however, did not notice all of this and was only gently comforting Dugu Zhen, whose face was covered in tears.

Hearing this, he suddenly turned his head, only to find that Mu Tu's face was filled with shock and bewilderment, and he couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing," Mu Tu came back to reality and hugged Wang Yuyan's shoulders, suppressing the worry in his heart, he frowned slightly and laughed faintly.

On the grandstand, Sect Leader Zhang Dazhi and Master Yuan Bao looked at each other, only to discover that the other party's face was filled with amazement.

Master Yuan Bao seemed to have the intention to speak, but was stopped by Spiritual Master Zhang, who shook his head and pointed at Wang Tieniu, his eyes wide, warning him not to speak.

The other people on the stage didn't have much of a reaction. They only watched the fierce battle on the stage with interest.

"Go down, I don't want to kill anyone," Song Ziyi swam around the side of the stage like a dragon, occasionally opening and closing the iron fan in his hand, slamming Xiong Zifeng's incoming force onto the ground. Very quickly, a dense and fine hole appeared on the ground, with faint traces of burning pitch black.

Seeing that he was unable to keep up with Su Yun's speed, Xiong Zifeng did not say anything. Gritting his teeth, he took out a medicine bottle and poured three fragrant white pills out of it.

It turned out that he had activated Yellow Sand Mysterious Art of Nine Serenities. With a glare of his legs on the stage, he rushed towards Young Noble Song Ziyi like a bloody ox.

Song Ziyi held the iron fan in his hand, raised his hand and pushed at Xiong Zifeng with his palm. Then, a burst of colorless inner strength gushed out from the center of his palm and struck Xiong Zifeng's body.

Xiong Zifeng's figure paused for a second, and then rushed over, a move Huang Long made aimed at Song Ziyi's head and struck over.

Huang Long roared, roaring as he charged towards Song Ziyi's head with the sound of wind and lightning.

"Interesting," Song Ziyi stuck the fan into the back of his neck and stretched out his hands. Seemingly grabbing the mouth of the faint illusory yellow dragon, he tore it into two halves.

Everyone was stunned. What kind of sect was De Yunxuan? How could he have such terrifying combat strength?

Hua Zhishui coldly looked at Song Ziyi, his eyebrows tightly knitted, as if he was already thinking of sending people to scout for information.

Seeing that Xiong Zifeng was about to enter, Song Ziyi anxiously raised his leg and kicked towards Xiong Zifeng's abdomen, causing him to be kicked into the air. He squatted down suddenly, and with both of his hands, he punched towards Xiong Zifeng's chest.

"Pu" Xiong Zifeng suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, his claws firmly onto the stage wood, barely managing to fall off the stage.

"Still not admitting defeat? "What's the point?" Song Ziyi frowned slightly, took out a white handkerchief embroidered with the Resurrection Lily and wiped his fist.

Then, he threw the handkerchief at Xiong Zifeng, pulled out the fan at the back of his neck and rushed forward.

"Wait, we admit defeat," Seeing that Xiong Zifeng was going to take out more bottles of medicine and throw out his handkerchief, Mu Tu could no longer hold on, the swimming movement beneath his feet stepped on, flying swiftly up the stage from above the crowd, barely catching the handkerchief without landing on the ground.

"Little Brother Mu, I …" Xiong Zifeng was just about to say something, but Mu Tu quickly pulled him up and gently sent him to the bottom of the stage with a palm.

Mu Tu raised his hand and threw the handkerchief back to Song Ziyi. With his left hand facing upwards, he bent his thumb, and with his right hand on his left thumb, he formed a fist. The fist was aimed at him, and gave him a strange bow.

Song Ziyi raised his eyebrows, a look of hesitation showing on his face, his eyes sweeping across the stands, seeing that his companions all nodded to him, he used the same gesture to return Mu Tu's greeting, and chanted: "When the Resurrection Lily falls, your lover will return slowly."

"We admit defeat," Mu Tu said to the judge by the side as he cupped his fists. Then, he turned and walked down the stage to support Xiong Zifeng.