The people around Murong Yue were not optimistic about Murong Yue, and no one even thought that she could win.

Mu Xinghe, who was in another competition venue, looked at Murong Yue's side from a distance, and knew in his heart that Murong Yue would never lose.

The person who competed with Mu Xinghe was also the eighth stage of Huadan, and when he saw that Mu Xinghe could still look elsewhere distractedly, he was naturally angry.

looked at Mu Xinghe Road, "Mu Xinghe, don't deceive people too much, look at the move!"

When Mu Xinghe turned around, a giant lion attacked Mu Xinghe, and the man held a long sword and approached Mu Xinghe's front door.

Mu Xinghe frowned slightly, and with a wave of the fan in his hand, a tiger met the giant lion.

His body moved slightly, and he was able to avoid the long sword, and the fan in his hand turned, slashing towards the man's neck.

The man was a little flustered in an instant, and hurriedly dodged, but Mu Xinghe didn't plan to stop, as soon as his wrist turned the fan to open and close, and as soon as his footsteps turned, the fan was set on the man's neck.

At the same time, the fierce tiger that Mu Xinghe swung out swooped hard, scattering the spiritual power that had condensed into a giant lion.

Although the man's neck was only against a fan, the man felt the chill.

The disciple hurriedly said, "Mu Xinghe wins!"

Mu Xinghe took the fan off the man's neck, and when he looked at Murong Yue's side again, he found a figure.

The disciple who recorded it instantly felt some inexplicable chills around him.

One of the disciples who was about to play also stopped.

Mu Xinghe looked at the disciple who recorded and said, "How many more do I have?"

The disciple hurriedly flipped through the record book in his hand and said, "There are two more games today. ”

Mu Xinghe frowned and said, "I have something important, can I compare first?"

The disciple said, "I'll ask, you wait a while." ”

Mu Xinghe nodded, and the disciple ordered someone to ask, and after a while, he brought back two people.

The record disciple looked at Mu Xinghe Dao, "They are your opponents in the next two competitions." ”

Mu Xinghe nodded and said, "Let's start." ”

It is recorded that the disciples read a name, and one of them walked up to the stage, and the two bowed to each other and said the source.

The man took out his long sword, and when the disciple gave the order, the man made a tentative move.

Mu Xinghe frowned, according to this style of play, when he finished playing, Murong Yue would go back to the dormitory.

Thinking of this, Mu Xinghe's wrist turned and approached the man's neck.

Surprise flashed in the man's eyes, was it so fast? Don't you have to test the other party's strength?

He couldn't see Mu Xinghe's strength, but Mu Xinghe clearly knew that he was the seventh stage of Huadan.

The man reacted quickly, and Mu Xinghe continued to make moves, but after three moves, the man said, "I lost." ”

After recording the disciple's results, he read the name of the other person, and the two sides bowed their hands.

The disciple announced the start, Mu Xinghe didn't say a word, and the fan in his hand opened and closed, and after three moves, Mu Xinghe's fan was set up around the person's neck.

Where did this Mu Xinghe come from, he had never heard of his name during the freshman assessment, and he directly entered the group of the Black Class of the Heavenly Temple, and during the test, he defeated the opponent in just three moves!

At this time, everyone prayed in their hearts that they would not meet him in the next competition.

Mu Xinghe, the person concerned, hurriedly said to the disciple of the record: "Thank you!"

He hurriedly walked off the stage and didn't know where he went.

On Murong Yue's side, now Murong Yue is a little behind.

However, Yang Tianqiong knew that this was not Murong Yue's true strength, she was also present in the battle between Murong Yue and Liu Ping, and the ice-blue sword and the strange blood-colored lines on the sword, Murong Yue had not yet taken out his hand.

Yang Tianqiong looked at Murong Yue and said, "Murong Yue, show your true strength, otherwise you won't be able to beat me!"

Murong Yue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, chuckled and said, "Then let you see and understand!"

Yang Tianqiong thought that Murong Yue was going to take out the ice-blue long sword, and looked at Murong Yue's next move solemnly.