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Seated in the audience, Lin Baobao looked at Mu Tu's unusual actions, and could not help but be stunned.

In the past, he always seemed to be concealing his strength, revealing it to everyone. He didn't expect that this time he would be so decisive and eliminate him the moment he appeared.

Originally, the second round was a competition to select martial arts. If there were any differences between them, the result would be decided quickly. The faster the movement, the harder it was for the opponent to grasp his weakness.

When He Hu referee said that the competition had begun, the two of them immediately stopped, quietly staring at each other, guarding against each other.

In terms of patience, Shao Lin's meditation technique was much more effective than Hua Shan's. Lin Zijie had to wait for a long time before he finally took the initiative to attack.

He then brandished the black iron sword in his hand and attacked the small monk, Guo Gui, at the side. With a single move, a cool breeze blew past Liu Mingyue's forehead, directly towards the spot between Guo Gui's eyebrows.

Although Guo Gui was a vegetarian, he still reacted quickly. He shouted out the "Mile Golden Bell" in a low voice, and after that, he smiled. A golden light flashed around his body, and a golden bell like inner force defense was constructed on the surface of his body.

With a "dang" sound, the black iron sword was perfectly reflected from the golden bell's internal force.

Guo Guihun raised his hand and struck towards Lin Zijie's chest with a merciful palm technique. However, the wind that accompanied the palm strike carried the sound of the wind as it emitted a faint buzzing sound, as if it was suppressing the sound of air exploding.

Lin Zijie suddenly turned his head and laughed, the sword in his hand suddenly flung towards the sky, then he extended his right fist out towards Guo Gui's palm, it was indeed the most famous fist of the Huashan Sect, Shattered Jade Fist!

"Bam!" Guo Gui was caught off guard and was sent flying. He staggered and was about to fall off the stage.

"I was too careless. This young master is too impatient," Mu Tu said as she looked at the stage with her red, bloodshot eyes and sighed softly.

"Yes, monk Shaolin's martial arts are not bad, but his actual combat strength is too few. The daily sparring between fellow disciples is not enough for a match." Hua Zhishui nodded, as if he was moved by her words.

Lin Zijie leaped, his figure suddenly moving closer to Guo Gui, scaring him so much that he hurriedly dropped his hands to the ground.

"Huashan Sect, Lin Zijie wins," He Hu's voice rang out, and the following matches became boring again. Basically, his strength was lacking quite a bit, only a few passersby were fighting in the air, but they were mediocre, and did not have much to look at.

After the twenty spots were called out, Mu Tu and Lin Baobao prepared to return to the small courtyard in Jiangnan, waiting for the next twenty to thirty spots.

At this moment, the majority of the remaining elites were the elites among the elites. They were number six, Ghost Spear Sect, Han Dongmei; number nine, De Yunxuan, Song Ziyi; number eleven, help Hong Tao; number fifteen, Mount Song Sect, Zuo Xingkong; number sixteen, Eternal Mountain Sect, Daoist Qingfeng; number twenty-six, Hu Diao, thirty-one, Hu Diao; number thirty-two, Green City, Li Tian Liang; number thirty-nine, Tang Men, Lion Tiger; number forty, God's Whip Cliff, Tie Wu Yao; number forty-two, Lin Zijie, number fifty-three, Mu Tu; number seventy-eight; the remaining six, although they had won their second round, they were all seriously injured; they were unable to continue the third round.

When the sky gradually darkened, Mu Tu, Lin Baobao and Hua Zhishui returned to the small courtyard in Jiangnan at the same time.

In the hall, Dugu Zhen was helping Xiong Zifeng feed his porridge. From the smile on her face, it seemed that she had chatted quite well with Xiong Zifeng, but of course, Big Brother Zi Feng was still a bit nervous, and wanted to quickly avoid Mu Tu the moment she saw him.

Mu Tu greeted him and without saying much, he found an excuse and stood up to return to his room.

Seeing that Mu Tu seemed to not want to talk about Wang Yuyan, and did not rush to ask about it, Lin Baobao did not even bother to cover his red eyes, and was not prepared to tell everyone. As a result, he consciously returned to his own house, leaving behind the stupefied Dugu Zhen who continued to take care of the confused Xiong Zifeng.

In the quiet room, a faint moonlight shone through the window. Mu Tu sat on the bed and circulated the Qi in his body, circulating it through his meridians a few times.

Roughly four hours later, Mu Tu slowly opened her bright red eyes, a strand of suppressed bright light slowly circulating within the depths of her eyes.

"Master has bestowed upon me the miraculous Ninety Heavenly Profound Arts, breaking through once every three months. After coming out of the Ku Hai City, my own internal energy has already increased at an extremely fast rate, and I will probably be able to enter the second level of the profound arts and reach the Four Five Mysterious Techniques realm in three days, which is about twenty years of cultivation." Mu Tu muttered as he slightly clenched his fist.

"Sigh, I still don't have enough strength." Frowning, Mu Tu's hand slowly reached into his chest and took out the Dual Phoenix Chasing Moon Jade. The jade pendant was exuding a faint sense of vitality.

Clutching the jade, Mu Tu felt a little absent-minded and sentimental. Ever since he was young, he had always wanted to know the story of his father and mother, but his master had never told it to him.

"Father, mother, I will definitely find you." Holding the jade pendant in his hand tightly, Mu Tu's gaze gradually turned cold. No matter who his parents were, they would always give him an explanation.

Mu Tu frowned, he looked out the window to see the moonlight, and muttered: "Being Leader of Martial World, can you really help me find them? I hope that you won't disappoint me! "