"To tell you the truth, after I left the Tianyang Sect, my first destination was Wind Lotus City!" Ye Guduo sighed softly and said slowly: "The fox hidden in the darkness can't feel the jackal who is also in the dark!"

"If I say that, can Elder Shanyan understand!"

Hearing this, Shan Yan reached out and touched his chin, looked at Ye Guduo and said, "Okay, since that's the case, then I won't go with you, as for the matter of that seat, I will find a way to solve it!"

"Thank you, Elder!" smiled slightly, and after Shanyan turned to leave, Ye Guduo looked indifferent and walked towards the ring leisurely.

"Bang Bang ......"

The sound of drums came from above the ring.

After finding a relatively hidden position, Ye Guduo looked up at the ring. At this time, a bright red drum is placed on the edge of the ring, and the two drummers are constantly beating the drum surface, which is extremely perfectly coordinated.

"Let's be quiet, let's ......"

It was still the man from last night who spoke, and at this time he was standing in the ring, looking at the crowd with red faces, and said loudly: "The potential battle that has not been held for fifteen years will appear in everyone's eyes again tonight......"

As the man shouted, the disciples of the two sects shouted with joy.

"Although fifteen years have passed, everyone has certainly not forgotten the rules of jì potential, so I won't say more. Speaking of this, the man raised his hand and continued: "Today is also the last day of the competition between the two sects, let all your passions unleash on this last night......

"There are two disciples who are invited to participate in the competition......"

With the man's shout, the two figures also flew out at the same time, standing calmly in the ring. A person dressed in a cyan long cedar, holding a slender long sword, his eyes narrowed slightly, staring closely at the bluestone opposite him. But Qingshi held his chest with both hands, a somewhat strange-looking fist glove, tightly on his hands that were clenched into fists.

Looking at the two of them, the man took a few steps forward and shouted, "The final competition starts now..."

As the shouts fell, a violent shout came out of the mouths of the disciples of the two sects, and the disciples of the two sects glared at each other, feeling the feeling of blood boiling in their hearts, and countless bloodshots spread out from the eyes of the disciples of the two sects.

"Boom ......"

Just when the disciples in the audience were boiling, in the ring, both of them raised their aura at the same time, and the two invisible qi collided together, making a roar.

"It seems that the disciples of Qingfeng Sect are really not as high as Qingshi's cultivation!" With a low mutter, Ye Guduo, who was hidden in the crowd, raised his head and stared towards the south wind.

Just now, Ye Guduo found that under the collision of the momentum of the two, although the Qingfeng Sect disciple tried his best to control it, he still retreated slightly, obviously, Qingshi's cultivation was indeed higher.

"Hehe..." laughed, Qingshi stepped forward with his right foot, and suddenly turned into a streamer, and the fist gloves that emitted earthy yellow light made a sound of breaking the air, carrying Ling Yan's energy, and smashed directly towards the Qingfeng Sect disciples.

"Hmph..."With a muffled snort, the side of the Qingfeng Sect disciple's body, the slender sword in his hand was actually shrouded in a layer of cyan light, and the three-inch Qingfeng was like a flame, constantly spurting on the tip of the sword. Just when Qingshi attacked in front of him, the Qingfeng Sect disciple shook his arm and tiptoed, and directly withdrew more than a zhang

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