When Li Wushuang reappeared in everyone's sight with an arrogant face, the air around the ring seemed to become solidified, and there was silence all around, and everyone looked at the scene in front of them in amazement, and each could clearly hear each other's breathing and heartbeat. (No pop-ups, the best experience of reading is in [Phoenix])

Mu Feng and the others looked at the scene in the ring in disbelief, even on the building in the distance, Zhuang Bufan, Jiang Li, and Yun Bei stood up from their seats in unison, and looked at this scene with the same consternation in their eyes.

When Gong Shangming didn't even have time to make a call, his head fell to the ground, and his body fell to the side weakly, and the blood stained the floor around his body, the strongest doubts broke out around the ring, and everyone was in an uproar.

Li Wushuang's thunderous means to make Gong Shangming's body in a different place instantly attracted countless audiences to condemn, but standing on it, he was so stunned about this, as if he hadn't heard these questioning boos at all, with a cold and arrogant chuckle, he came to Gong Shangming's side, who was in a different place, looked down at his body that was still twitching slightly, and said coldly: "I'm sorry, it's just an example." ”

In the midst of the boos, Zhuang Bufan, Jiang Li, and Yun Bei on the platform were all frowning, and their expressions became extremely solemn, and even Jiang Li, who had always been at odds with the three of them, was dissatisfied at this moment because of Li Wushuang's cold-blooded methods, and chose to drink Yun Bei and Zhuang Bufan together, and they were ready to close their eyes to the side and recuperate, as if they hadn't seen anything, and the elder of the Ancient Netherworld Sect was in trouble.

"Wan Zhan, your disciple is a good means!" Zhuang Bufan tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, but his words still revealed his deep dissatisfaction with Li Wushuang's murderous practice.

"Oh? Does Elder Zhuang have an opinion? Wan Zhan glanced at Zhuang Bufan with half-squinted eyes, and replied indifferently in an incomparably calm voice.

"Hmph, how dare I have an opinion, I have already won, but I still do this." Zhuang Bufan replied with a cold snort.

"Won? Dare to ask you, have you ever seen that junior named Gong Shangming surrender and admit defeat? Wan Zhan sneered, looking at the corpses that were being moved away by several Qingxuanzong disciples in the ring below, and Li Wushuang with a cold and weird smile on his face replied as if nothing had happened.

"Then he also has a chance to admit defeat, does the Ancient Netherworld Sect plan to establish its authority here after being dormant for so long?" Jiang Li sneered.

Wushuang was a little heavier, but he didn't know that the kid couldn't block the final blow, and he didn't intend to kill, so he could only blame the kid for being too weak. Besides, my Ancient Netherworld Sect has been based on the mainland for hundreds of years, why should I rely on an ordinary disciple to establish power? ”

Wan Zhan chuckled lightly, got up and took a sip of the teacup next to him, moistening his throat, his words were full of disdain and rebuttal to everyone's accusations, and there was no pity and self-blame at all.

"Amitabha, those who have attained the Tao help more and those who have lost the Tao have little help, and it is not a good thing to kill too much." Yun Bei, who was silent on the side, finally couldn't help it, and his voice became tough with his hands folded.

"Hmph, young and vigorous, I don't know how thick the sky is, and one day I will die in my own hands!" After Jiang Li snorted coldly, he sat back in his chair with an angry face, ignoring Wan Zhan.

"Hehe, yes, I'll let him pay attention to it in the future, and be forgiving and forgiving, right?" Wan Zhan smiled unintentionally, looked at Yun Bei, and asked with a puzzled look.

"Cause must have effect," Yun Bei said these four words in a deep voice, and then closed his eyes and stopped talking.

"Well, I believe. It seems that your Qingxuanzong Yin Feng did the same back then, right? Compared to Yinfeng, our Li Wushuang seems to be better, right? ”

An invisible battle that had originally subsided suddenly made the atmosphere on the platform extremely depressing because of Wan Zhan's cold words, Yun Bei frowned slightly, closed his eyes and was silent, Jiang Li frowned and looked at Zhuang Bufan.

Zhuang Bufan's body trembled suddenly, his dark yellow face full of wrinkles became extremely gloomy, and after the suffocating silence, Zhuang Bufan really couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, "snapped", slapped the round table with tea and pastries next to him into rice and broke it, stood up angrily, gritted his teeth angrily, and stepped to Wan Zhan, who was calm and silent.

"What? What did the little brother say wrong? Looking at Zhuang Bufan in front of him, who was furious because of his understatement, which seemed to be unintentional but intentional, Wan Zhan still looked very calm, smiled lightly, looked at Zhuang Bufan with a look of others staying out of the matter, and asked coldly.

"It's not the turn of outsiders to point fingers at my Qingxuanzong, right?" Just when Zhuang Bufan was about to get angry, Yun Bei on the side glanced at him inconspicuously, Zhuang Bufan slowly closed his eyes in his eyes and exhaled heavily, he can not give other people's face, Yun Bei's face he still needs to take care of some.

What's more, if they fall out with Wan Zhan in this situation, it will not be of any benefit to their Qingxuan Sect, and several young disciples such as Yinkong Yinshi who were standing behind them looked at their elders like this, and they all didn't dare to breathe, and they stood motionless behind them even more respectfully.

"Then my Ancient Netherworld Sect can let others gossip about it?" Wan Zhan reluctantly glanced at Zhuang Bufan and replied.

"Don't be yin and yang weird here, Wan Zhan, don't think I don't know what your Ancient Netherworld Sect is doing!" Zhuang Bufan couldn't suppress the anger in his heart anymore, and reprimanded unceremoniously in front of everyone.

"Oh~ What are you talking about our Ancient Netherworld Sect doing?" Wan Zhan's eyes changed slightly, and his cold gaze looked directly at Zhuang Bufan who was furious in front of him.

"Okay, both of them are people with status, and they are not afraid to let these juniors see jokes when they quarrel here?" Originally, it was not a big deal to see the excitement, but Jiang Li suddenly got up at this time and became a peacemaker, pointing to Yinkong and the others behind him, who were bowing their heads and not daring to breathe, and persuaded softly.

"Yes, the next person is the Water Moon Sect, the two of you will calm down first and see how my apprentice is doing?" Yun Bei also realized that if the two of them were allowed to fight like this, he was afraid that it would be out of control, he knew the temperament of the two very well, and it was impossible to let them give in first, in order to avoid the uncontrollable tense, he could only want them to take a step back.

Incompetent and Leng Yue finally came to the center of the ring amid the high-pitched and passionate cheers of tens of thousands of people, and they didn't know that it was because of their timely appearance that they were able to resolve an invisible storm on the distant platform.

"This is the main event" At this moment, there were only four people left in the pergola, Mu Feng, Yin Feng, Zhuo Zichen and Xia Ruolan, as for Li Wushuang, he ignored everyone's doubts and boos and walked out of the ring and did not return here, but walked towards the opposite room, it seemed that he was going to find his junior brother Xiao Qinghe.

"These two should not be underestimated," Yin Feng Jian frowned slightly, and let out an intriguing sigh.

Zhuo Zichen's face was gloomy, and he glanced at Li Wushuang's distant back, "It seems that what he wants is not just the position of the chief of the Ancient Netherworld."

"So what does he want to do? Isn't the Ancient Netherworld Sect not afraid of losing its reputation? Mu Feng said with some puzzlement.

"It's already ironclad that he will be the chief of the Ancient Netherworld, and in my opinion, Xiao Qinghe won't survive tonight." Zhuo Zichen's face changed slightly, and he replied in a deep voice.

Hearing him say this, Mu Feng suddenly trembled, and looked at Zhuo Zichen with a shocked face.

"How can being the chief be without gossip? Whether it's true or not, it doesn't really matter to us, and it doesn't matter to us whether it's infamy or praise, and it doesn't matter to him. Zhuo Zichen smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly melancholy and replied.

"So what's important to you?" Mu Feng was even more puzzled, there was no one else in the pergola at the moment, and Mu Feng had a rare opportunity, but he really wanted to hear what Zhuo Zichen, who was the chief of the Qingxuan Sect, was thinking.

"Prestige, whether it is ruthless or ruthless, or whether we don't use means, as the chief, we not only need to be comprehensive about all the affairs of the sect, but the most important thing is to make others dare not covet us. Can you understand that? ”

Zhuo Zichen hesitated for a moment, then turned sideways and looked at Mu Feng and replied seriously.

Mu Feng was also full of emotion in his heart after listening to Zhuo Zichen's explanation, if it was really as Zhuo Zichen said, killing people was just for Liwei, then why was Yin Feng punished in the first place? Maybe Yin Feng killed his own fellow disciple at the beginning, although Mu Feng was very curious, but he couldn't directly ask Yin Feng beside him, some things are better than not knowing.

Although Zhuo Zichen gave Mu Feng some explanations, but in Mu Feng's opinion, he still disagreed with Li Wushuang's simple desire to kill people, although he saw a lot of life and death, but when he saw Gong Shangming's body in a different place, Mu Feng's heart still felt extremely sour, he was also a fallen person in the world, and he had been practicing for more than ten years, with his own dreams and beliefs, but he disappeared in such a competition, at this moment, Mu Feng was full of sympathy for Gong Shangming, and he was even more disillusioned with Li Wushuang.

After the two of them looked at each other in the ring and saluted, the moment Leng Yue's fair-skinned jade hand stretched out from the sleeve robe, the competition between the two really began.

Impotence did not dare to be careless, he knew that the opponent in front of him should not be underestimated, the rosary wrapped around his wrist exuded a faint golden light and was sacrificed to the top of his head, releasing a solemn and sacred golden streamer to envelop his whole person, and the impotent hands in it folded their hands together and recited a Sanskrit sound that made people's hearts calm and pleasant.

Leng Yue's hands opposite him quickly sealed, and then the originally dry floor under her feet gradually became wet, and after a while, in the exclamation of everyone, Leng Yue formed a round pool of stagnant water within nearly ten meters around her, and the stagnant water was two or three feet deep, and it was strange that only the area under her feet was stagnant in the ring, and the edge of the stagnant water could not even see a drop of water.

In this way, the pool of stagnant water seemed to be tightly condensed under her feet, and the breeze blew through it, and the waves were in layers, but it never flowed.

Seeing the impotence in the golden light of this scene, a calm smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and sure enough, as Mu Feng guessed, it meant that such a large area of stagnant water at Leng Yue's feet could not be set foot in.

"Hehe, let's see how he will deal with it now" Zhuo Zichen looked at the incompetence and kept his distance from Leng Yue, who kept the water under his feet more and more wide, and said with a light smile.

"What if it were you?" Compared with incompetence, Mu Feng wanted to know how they would deal with Zhuo Zichen or Xia Ruolan who were fighting against Leng Yue at the moment.

"We?" Xia Ruolan's eyes blinked slightly, revealing a hesitant and confused expression.

"Difficult, if it were me, I would choose to attack from a distance, after all, it is difficult to predict what will happen if I stand on her water." Zhuo Zichen thought for a moment and then chuckled.

"I should choose to win with speed," Xia Ruolan pondered for a while under Mu Feng's concerned gaze, and replied softly.

"Huh? That's a solution! After hearing this, Yin Feng smiled and nodded at Xia Ruolan who seemed to approve of it.

"Speed?" Mu Feng was slightly puzzled.

"Yes, what the senior sister said is also a way, the best way to deal with this situation is to avoid its edge with a long-range attack, so that her advantage becomes a chicken rib, but there is also a way that the junior sister said to win with speed, even if the water under her feet can produce thousands of changes under her control, but if the speed is fast enough, it is difficult for her to catch it in time."

Zhuo Zichen smiled lightly, nodded lightly, looked at the ring in front of him and explained.

And on the other side of the ring at this moment, in a small and simple room, Xiao Qinghe and Huang Fuyan were each lying on a wooden window, and several white-robed old men in front of the door were talking happily.

"Is my junior brother okay?" Li Wushuang came to Xiao Qinghe, who was pale and had some medicinal liquid applied to his body, and asked softly after briefly checking his injuries.

"Senior brother won. I heard all the voices outside. Xiao Qinghe wanted to sit up from the wooden couch, but was stopped by Li Wushuang smiling and stretching out his hand.

"It's easy," Li Wushuang replied with an indifferent smile.

On the other wooden couch beside the two of them, Huang Fuyan frowned, his expression was a little painful, and he was still in a coma and did not wake up, Li Wushuang came to his side after laughing, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his expression was complicated, looking him up and down.

"Senior brother, I understand" The atmosphere in the room became a little awkward, Li Wushuang turned his back to Xiao Qinghe and looked at Huang Fuyan silently, and after half a sound, Xiao Qinghe sighed bitterly and sighed bitterly.

"It's the same root, you can't blame us, junior brother." Li Wushuang turned around, looked at Xiao Qinghe with a calm face, and said softly.

"I know that the decision of the sect seems to be irreversible, I just hope that Senior Brother you can do it yourself." Xiao Qinghe smiled bitterly, and as soon as he finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes and didn't say anything more.

Seeing this, the corners of Li Wushuang's mouth rose to reveal a cold smile, and after pausing for a moment, he said in a calm voice: "Many things are not as simple as junior brother thinks, but junior brother, your choice is very important, goodbye!" ”

As soon as Li Wushuang finished speaking, he didn't wait for Xiao Qinghe to answer, and left the room full of medicinal smell.