Shen Qing'er didn't expect that the front foot had just finished pointing Qingyi, and he was going to talk to himself on the back foot.

She secretly cursed in her heart: ungrateful bastard!

But apparently, Qingyi didn't know that she was scolding herself.

And in the end, Qingyi won.

Coming out of the void space, he was smiling.

It seems that there is a sense of superiority that defeats one's own master.

After the disciples were all finished, it was the turn of Liuzheng and Mu Tianshen.

Remembering that not long ago, when they saw them fighting with real knives, the disciples all gasped.

Mu Tianshen, who was now dealing with the catastrophe in the void space, also clearly felt that he was different from before.

The speed of his attack was faster, and there was a cold and ruthless aura between his eyebrows and eyes, and he did not hesitate in the slightest move and style.

This competition is like a life-and-death struggle.

Mu Tianshen, who has entered the state, is naturally no longer slacking off, and now that they are officially competing in front of everyone, he must no longer take it lightly.

Otherwise, he was defeated by the Wandering Robbery, and he lost not only his position as the most outstanding disciple of Tianji Sect, but also the heart that his disciples admired him.

What's more, they were now in the Void Space, and since the Wandering Tribulation regarded him as an enemy, he didn't need to have any scruples.

On the white clothes, there were two more distinct blood marks.

Mu Tianshen's body also had a shallow scar, but he was wearing it, so the scar was not obvious.

And the state of the flow robbery at the moment actually makes people feel a little crazy.

He completely ignored the blood marks on his white clothes and attacked Mu Tianshen again.

Mu Tianshen's long flat eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he had a headache.

His junior brother seems to be paranoid and almost pathological.

Until the long sword pierced his left shoulder, the blood overflowing from the white clothes bloomed like plum blossoms, and a faint male voice sounded: "Senior brother, you lost." ”

The two heads of the two-headed blade slowly lost his strength, and he looked up weakly, and the indifferent face of the man in front of him was deeply seared into his mind.

He always seemed so gentle and elegant, and his manners were decent, giving people the feeling of a humble gentleman who did not fight or rob.

But each time, he was defeated by his men in full view.

He still had that indifferent look.

It was as if he didn't care about the outcome of the contest at all.

But he didn't believe it, if he really didn't care, how could he try his best to improve himself, so that he couldn't catch up all the time he tried hard.

Thinking of this, he felt that the immortal-like man in front of him was particularly dazzling and disgusting.

This time, he won again.

All the admiration belongs to him.

He is the focus of everyone's eyes, like the stars holding the moon.

Liu Zheng glanced at the disciples, and finally his gaze fell on Mu Kuxin.

I saw a faint smile on his always stereotypical face, and his emotionless eyes became gentle at this moment.

He walked out of the void space lonely, and at this moment, he seemed to have been forgotten by everyone.

When eating, the plague did not appear again.

Everyone could feel that he was in a bad mood because he lost the competition, but everyone didn't talk too much.

At this time, he was standing under the sacred tree in white, muttering to himself: "Why ......"

"Why can't I beat him even after trying so long?".

His eyes were sad and unwilling.