A clean victory couldn't help but remind the adjudicators on the stage of some old things, and also made the disciples of all streams who were waiting for Su Moyu's defeat in the audience stunned.

If Su Moyu's previous two victories can only be attributed to brute force, this time there is no reason or excuse for this victory.

Most of the three generations of disciples of the Xuanjian Sect were still young, so not many people had seen the exercises of the Ghost Sword Flow, and after suddenly seeing the Ghost King Step today, everyone fell into extreme shock.

If the person opposite Su Moyu was replaced by himself, would he have a chance to dodge that sword?

All the young disciples thought so.

Ren Lie's face in the audience was like ashes at this time, and De Chong, who had just been defeated, was already the only hope left for his Yan Sword to be fruitful in the Great Martial Arts Test, but now, there was nothing.

He was mad, but in this situation, in full view of everyone, what reason did he have?

What's more, Su Moyu's arm was still dripping with blood, which was caused by the sneak attack of his Yan Jianliu disciples, and he really made a fuss about this matter, and he couldn't take advantage of it at all.

Renlie took a deep breath, calmed his anxious mood, and said secretly: "The coming day is long, there will always be a time when I will find the field!"

Thinking of this, he sneaked into the crowd and disappeared after a few moments.

At this time, Su Moyu, who won the third round, was arranged to bandage his wounds. Thanks to the protection of Tianlinyi, although his left hand looks a little miserable, the bone is not broken, although it will inevitably be affected in a short time, but it should not fall into any disease.

At the same time, in a remote corner outside the Sword Dance Flat, the De Xiang who attacked Su Moyu was anxiously pacing back and forth, as if he was waiting for someone.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" a slightly flirtatious voice sounded, and a person walked around the corner, it was Dexuan.

De Xiang was startled, and after seeing that it was De Xuan, he put his mind at ease and said: "Senior Brother De Xuan, I have already done as you instructed, but what should I do after that? My master is so angry that I asked me to go back and think about it, maybe there is any other punishment, what should I do?"

Dexuan chuckled and said, "What's there to be afraid of, you didn't really kill him." Your master feels so sorry for you, a precious apprentice, where is he willing to punish you heavily. ”

Hearing him say this, Dexiang calmed down a little, but then said nervously: "But ...... But what if he sues the Discipline Hall? Hurting people with a flame burst charm is forbidden by the sect......"

De Xuan waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, right now, in the sect, whether it is the Discipline Hall or other important places, no one wants to see the Ghost Sword Flow rise." If you hurt his disciples, the Discipline Hall is actually happy to see it come to fruition, and it won't embarrass you. ”

Delian nodded again and again: "That's good, that's good...... It's just what my brother promised me?"

Dexuan smiled: "Don't worry, I will persuade my master to let you go to the top floor of the library building afterwards." ”

Dexiang suddenly said with joy: "In this way, thank you senior brother, I have to go back first, otherwise if you want my master to know about this, you have to kill me!"

De Xuan stretched out his hand, motioned for him to leave, and then returned to the Sword Dance Ping with a smile.

The two of them thought that no one knew about this conversation, but they didn't know that there was a person squatting in a flower field not far away.

It's not someone else, it's Han Yan.

She came to Jianwuping early in the morning, and saw her brothers and sisters winning one after another, and her heart was very happy, so she thought of going to the flower field to fold some flowers and plants into garlands and give them to them, but not long after coming to the flower field, she heard this conversation.

She has always been clever, although she only listened to these words, but thinking of the previous things, she also guessed something, and her heart pounded non-stop.

"Ghost Sword Stream Disciple...... Could it be Su Moyu? He was hit by the Flame Explosion Talisman?" Han Yan suddenly stood up and ran towards Jian Wuping with a puff of smoke.

Due to Dexiang's violation and being eliminated, there were exactly eight players left in the D group after three rounds, and due to time reasons, the adjudicator still decided to push the fourth round to tomorrow, so when Han Yan came to the Ding group under the ring, there were already people in the empty space.

"Oops!" Han Yan was anxious for a while, and he planned to chase him to the Miscellaneous Service Hall, but at this moment, the Lingtai Peak Lord walked slowly from a distance and called out: "Yan'er, go back with me." ”

Han Yan was stunned for a moment, and just wanted to say something, but saw that the master's face sank and said, "Forget what I told you? ”

Han Yan's face turned red and said, "Master, I ......."

The Lingtai Peak Lord waved his hand and said, "I don't want to listen, wait for when you calm down and come to talk to me again." ”

Han Yan lowered her head, so she had to swallow everything she was about to say back into her stomach, and followed her master away, but the things that pressed on her heart still made her feel heavy.

On the other side, after bandaging the wound, Su Moyu, who returned to the Miscellaneous Service Hall, was still angry, thinking about the sudden flame explosion talisman, and he also had some palpitations.

He thinks that Renlie is the culprit behind this matter, so he hates the thin Taoist priest who faces the obscene, and that guy clearly wants his own life!

At dusk, Cheng Jianxue, who had slept on the adjudication table for a day, finally returned to the miscellaneous service hall, and Su Moyu hurried over to greet An.

The black fat man caught a glimpse of Su Moyu's injured arm, and couldn't help but be stunned: "Did you meet that kid from the Heart Sword Stream?"

Su Moyu shook his head.

Cheng Jianxue said with a puzzled face: "No, according to my estimate, except for the little guy in your group, there shouldn't be anyone in your group who can hurt you." ”

Su Moyu bit his lip and hesitated for a long time before he told him how he was sneak attacked in the audience today.

Cheng Jianxue hadn't finished listening, he had already hit the top beam door, and at that time, he grabbed the case, pulled Su Moyu and said: "Let's go, make trouble with Lao Tzu!"

Su Moyu was startled, and was pulled all the way through the sky by Cheng Jianxuan, and it didn't take long to reach Shanyang Peak, where Yan Jianliu was located.

Although Yan Jianliu has withered in talent over the years, it is also a major school in the Xuanjian Sect if it is pushed back decades, and the peak building is also quite magnificent, with a total of eight courtyards before and after, and the gatehouse standing on the outermost side alone is several zhang high.

At this time, there were a few Taoist priests standing by the gatehouse, and when they saw two strangers falling from the sky, they stepped forward to stop them and asked, "Who is coming?"

How did they know Cheng Jianxue's temperament, as soon as they saw someone blocking the way, Cheng Jianxuan waved his sleeves, and several Taoist priests flew out directly.

"Who is coming? It's the deadly ancestor who is here!" Cheng Jian chose to kick through the door, stepped into the courtyard and shouted: "Renlie! Renlie! Get out of here for your grandfather!"

How huge his commotion was, Yan Jianliu had already been alarmed, and several older Taoist priests came out of the room, and when they saw Cheng Jianxuan, they frowned and said, "Cheng Fat, Hugh is presumptuous!"

As soon as Cheng Jianxue saw someone talking, he sneered a few times and said, "Grandpa is still presumptuous today, little cuttlefish, smash it for me!"