On the third ring, Mengxue was swept away by the huge force, and her body lost her balance and fell downward.

is performing light skills, just to stabilize the body.

At this moment, a red-robed figure quickly approached, hugged her slender waist, and forcibly took her into his arms.

Tantai Mengxue's pretty face changed, the other party hugged very tightly, she struggled for a while and did not struggle out.

"You—let go!"

Yutai Mengxue's face was cold, and she hurriedly broke free from the arms of the Rising Sun. Beautiful eyes are as bright as cold stars, looking coldly at the rising sun.

"Haha, don't be surprised by Miss Mengxue, I didn't mean to be light, I'm just worried that the girl will fall!" Rising Sun laughed wildly: "You see this game is not over yet, let's continue to fight, okay?"

"Excuse me, I have already understood the high tricks of the Young Sect Master of the Rising Sun!" said lightly, the lotus foot lightly tapped the ring, and the whole person floated up, flying and jumping off the ring.

The Youth Martial Arts Club is a very formal competition, and if you are serious about learning martial arts, Lantai Mengxue is also happy to compete. But this sunburst maniac is obviously impure, how can she stay in the ring any longer.

In fact, when she was in mid-air just now, she was able to stabilize her body by performing light skills by herself, but the rising sun took the opportunity to rush up. After all, the other party is worried about her falling, and it looks good on the surface, but in fact, this kind of thing is as disgusting as eating a fly.

After getting out of the ring, Mengxue looked around.

"I don't know if he saw Ye Xing, will he be-" Yutai Mengxue Gubo's heart didn't move for some reason, and his beautiful eyes swept through the ring, but he didn't see Ye Xing's figure.

At this moment, Ye Xing was standing in the No. 6 ring.

Due to the use of "Thousand Faces Transfiguration" to change his appearance and aura, Meng Xue did not know that Ye San was Ye Xing. Ye Xing didn't tell anyone, and Ye San's identity would disappear after the Qingwu Meeting ended.

After defeating Huangfu Jianchen, Ye Xing immediately withdrew from the ring.

Through the shadowy crowd, looking at the shadow in the distance, Ye Xing still didn't walk over after all.

"I'm afraid Mengxue's mood is not very good now!"

Ye Xing's eyes flickered and he muttered. This matter is not that Mengxue is unchaste, but that the rising sun is frantically relying on cultivation to forcibly take advantage. Being teased lightly, with Mengxue's temperament, it must be very uncomfortable in his heart. Ye Xing wanted to go over and comfort her, but after hesitating, he still broke off this thought.

Because in Ye Xing's view, a man's responsibility is not reflected in the so-called sweet words, but depends on real practical actions.

"The woman who dares to touch me, even if it is the son of the Holy Land, I will kill you!"

A fierce light flashed in Ye Xing's eyes.

......

After about half an hour of rest, the next game resumed. This year's Youth Martial Arts Association has entered the eight-in-four qualifying round.

Standing on the opposite side at this moment and facing Ye Xing was Song Jianping, an elite disciple of the Qingyun Sword Sect, a cultivator at the peak of the innate third rank.

There are still eight contestants left in this year's Youth Martial Arts Competition, of which there are only three people who have reached the second-rank innate realm, namely the Young Sect Master of the Holy Fire Sect, the Rising Sun Maniac, the Senior Sister of Tianxue Mountain, Hua Yingyue, and the Third Young Master of the Tang Sect, Tang Hao. The rest are basically third-rank peak cultivation in terms of the strength they have shown so far.

With the start of the competition, the various rings suddenly launched fierce confrontations one after another.

At this moment, at the top of the auditorium, there are more than a dozen independent wide seats, and there are a number of majestic figures sitting on the seats. The one hundred and eight supreme overlords of the martial arts "Heaven and Earth List" also came this time, and eighteen of them came here to watch the Qingwu Meeting. Don't think that eighteen are very few, you must know that the Supreme Overlord is an existence standing at the top level of the entire Central Plains martial arts, they are either retreating and cultivating, or guarding one side, or wandering around the four seas Divine Dragons see the head and the tail, and it is very rare to usually have three or five people get together. This time, the eighteen supreme overlords gathered in Wuliang Mountain, which shows the grand attention to the Qingwu Society.

"Daoist Qingsong, although Song Jianming, the chief disciple of your Chongtian Peak, didn't come, this Song Jianping is not bad, and he has also entered the top ten!"

"Well, although this kid Jianping is not as talented as his brother, he has always cultivated very hard, and he has always followed his brother's example. Qingsong Dao Chang stroked his beard and smiled: "There is a way to be diligent and can make up for clumsiness, not to mention that his talent is also a good choice, and now he is only one step away from the second-class innate realm, maybe he is expected to break through this year!"

"Well, those who can step into the second-class innate realm before the age of thirty are all real geniuses!" The brightly dressed middle-aged uncle rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "The competition is about to start, according to the Dao Chief, can your Qingyun Sword Sect's Song Jianping win this game?"

"I guess it's a little difficult!" Qingsong Daoist thought for a while, and muttered: "Each of the top eight can enter the top eight has outstanding skills, it's really hard to say who wins and who loses between Jianping and Na Ye San, and the win or loss between them should be five or five!"

"Five-five?" The brightly dressed middle-aged uncle had a hint of cunning in his eyes, and nodded: "Well, the strength of the two of them is indeed about the same." Dao Chief, if not, let's make a bet, you bet on Song Jianping to win, I bet on Ye San to win, the bet is 10,000 yuan, what do you think?"

"What kind of bet, Poor Dao never bets!" said Daoist Qingsong with his head shaken.

"What's the matter? Isn't the Taoist chief not confident in his own master and nephew?" The brightly dressed middle-aged uncle pouted and said: "Otherwise, I bet that Ye can defeat Song Jianping within thirty or thirty moves, if it exceeds thirty moves, then Lang will lose, what do you think?"

"It's not a question of whether you have confidence or not, it's that Poor Dao has never gambled much!" Qingsong Daoist said with a smile: "Anyway, you are so optimistic about that Ye San?"

"Of course, I'm just optimistic about that Ye San, your nephew is estimated to be difficult to even make twenty moves under others!"

"Impossible, who are you coaxing, how can it be twenty moves in a row-"

"Twenty moves are all to lift him, I bet he can't even hold up ten moves, do you dare to bet!"

"Lang drunkard, you look down on people, okay, gamble, gamble, this free Yuanshi, it is difficult to turn away from the poor road, it is really unreasonable!"

"Okay, let's talk about it, it's settled, don't regret it!" the middle-aged pretty uncle smiled very cheaply.

"Naturally, you can't regret it, but you must have been kicked in the head by a donkey today. If my nephew can win, Poor Dao is not sure. But if you only hold on to ten moves, it's absolutely fine. Hey, the competition has begun, so let's see—"

As soon as Qing Songdao was halfway through his long words, the smile on his face suddenly froze, his eyes widened, and he looked at the No. 6 ring below in amazement.

Not only the chief of Qingsong Dao, but many of the surrounding supreme overlords were also attracted by the scene that happened in the No. 6 ring.

At the same time, the surrounding crowd of martial artists erupted in exclamations, and a pair of eyes looked at the No. 6 ring in unison.