In the audience, Han Yu's face was pale. She simply couldn't accept this reality. His own reliance, his pride, is now being ousted in such a humiliating way. Since then, his aura in Lingyun City, among his peers, has also completely disappeared due to his brother's "fall"!

In fact, Han Yu didn't realize that with Han Feng's sharp character, it would fall sooner or later.

The seven people who are on the rostrum today. The only one who is really a disciple in the room, or a disciple level who has a reputation in the sect, is only Lei Zhenyue. However, you must know that in the Purple Cloud Sect for so many years, there is only one Lei Zhenyue, before Long Haotian, only he has smashed the stone wall, and only he has directly jumped two levels in a row, and he is domineering.

The rest of the people, although they are also the best among their peers, they all know how to hide themselves and not expose their strength too early, so as not to die prematurely.

Nowadays, more people understand that Qiu Shengying's low-key, Fang Zhantu's elegance, and Luo Jiutian's chic are nothing more than a mask for others to see. It's just that the mask is so realistic that after a long time, people believe it to be true.

Just like in the past, there was a strong man in the human race, hoping for the power of the demon race, and put on a demon mask for himself. Eventually, he did have the power of a man of no kind. But the mask fused with his cheeks and even his soul, and the strong man eventually became a powerful and pathetic demon slave, and was finally exterminated by the heroes who came after him.

In this assessment meeting, there was a faint edge of Fang Zhantu, if it weren't for Lian Chengbi's timely appearance, Long Haotian would have fallen into the severe challenge of Lian Zhan's fifty disciples. At that time, even Lei Zhenyue had a different feeling for this third senior brother.

And now, the discipleship war is over. The Xie brothers, who thought they had won the championship and runner-up a long time ago, lost completely with wishful thinking. Qiu Tianyi, who has always been as low-key and forbearant as his father, was born. As a result, people finally saw Qiu Shengying clearly and saw his ambition that was unwilling to be subordinate, but dared to lie down and try his courage.

And, of course, the Nine Heavens of Nalo. Although he will always be so chic, so uninhibited, and even so handsome, no one knows what kind of wine is in his jug!

At this moment, seeing Han Feng walking off the decisive stage in a panic like a lost dog, Mo Wuxian, Xie Wuyi, and Qiu Tianyi's faces were not so good-looking, even though the three of them were all endlessly jealous and hateful towards him.

After all, they originally hoped to make Han Feng a touchstone for Long Haotian, and to find out the details of Long Haotian for them. But as a result, the details were not explored, and it also won Long Haotian precious respite, and his wishful thinking was completely unsuccessful.

"Hmph, squinting eyes, it's finally you!" Before Mo Wuxian appeared on the stage, Ji Wuchen's mocking voice came from his ears.

Mo Wuxian gritted his teeth with hatred. If Long Haotian's reverse scales are Lan Xinyue, then Mo Wuxi's reverse scales are his pair of small eyes. In fact, the nickname of the six-eyebrow boy made him extremely angry at first, but later, because he relied on this nickname to kill the sky, he didn't mind anymore.

"Ji Wuchen!When I destroy Long Haotian, I will definitely come to you to settle accounts!" Mo Wuchen's eyes shot out two fierce essences, Ji Wuchen did not avoid it at all, and the eagle's sharp gaze collided with it in the void again.

"Heh, without a trace, the two of them are destined to be lifelong enemies!" the same thought echoed in people's minds.

"It's just that now, Mo Wuxian has one more enemy. If he wants to fight Ji Wuchen, he has to pass the level of Long Haotian first!"

"Yes, who do you think will win this battle?"

"It's hard to say! Han Feng can be said to have been completely defeated by Lan Xinyue's sneak attack, of course, this is also his own fault. But this will not be the case in this battle. So, it's really hard to say!"

............

In this battle in Donglai Pavilion, Long Haotian's odds of winning are one to twenty, which is exactly the same as the previous battle of Han Feng. It can be seen that in the heart of Donglai Pavilion, Mo Wuxian's strength should not be underestimated.

The girl stepped forward to the final stage, but everyone noticed that this time she was visibly absent-minded. Only Long Haotian and herself understood that this was entirely because of Mo Wuxian's gloomy gaze, always staring at the decisive battle platform.

I heard her clear her throat, settle down, and said loudly: "The twenty-seventh battle, Long Hao Tiansheng! Here is the twenty-eighth battle, the fighter, the six-eyebrow son Mo Wuxian!"

The audience burst into sparse applause, and many people lowered their heads, really unwilling to take a second look at this cruel face.

Mo Wuxian's face was pale, he originally thought that his famous reputation could at least win the voice of the audience. But he never expected that before he appeared on the stage, he would be slapped so big by the audience. Anyway, Han Feng won the applause of the vast majority of people when he came on the field!

"Long Haotian, you must die today!" Mo Wuxian gritted his teeth, he naturally couldn't slaughter everyone, and there was only one channel for Long Haotian to vent his anger.

The presiding girl quickly escaped from the final battle as if she was hiding from the plague god, as if staying by Mo Wuxian for a moment longer would be a kind of torture.

She looked up at Lei Zhenyue, and then at Fang Zhantu, her eyes showed a glint of inquiry, as if asking her master: How can Lei Zhenyue endure this kid?

Fang Zhantu naturally understood her doubts, but he didn't answer, but showed a meaningful smile.

There was a dead silence in the audience, and 100,000 pairs of eyes looked directly at the final battle table.

Just look at Mo Wuxian smiled coldly and slowly put on his fist gloves for himself. Then it was up to him to run Zhou Tian, urging his true qi to light up the weapons on it one by one. Every time it is lit, people's hearts tremble.

"Ten ways. ”

"Twenty. ”

............

"Fifty ways. ”

"Sixty, what!

In the end, under the stunned gaze of everyone, seventy military patterns lit up on the fist gloves.

Looking at Long Haotian again, he put the boxing gloves used in the decisive battle with the previous twenty-six opponents, that is, Ji Wuchen's gift into the Buddha beads, and then put on the boxing gloves of Taifeng captured in the first battle.

"Dangdang Dang!" Long Haotian knocked his fists together a few times, and a faint smile appeared on his face: "It's a pity! But it doesn't matter, as long as you can leave a little mark on your face, it doesn't matter who is here!"

"—— Uproar"

The dead silence was finally broken, and a funny smile appeared on people's faces.

"Ha! Use Taifeng's fist gloves to deal with Mo Wuxian, this is really called a roommate! I don't know what Hammer Ba will think?"

"Yes, you said that if Mo Wuxian really had those four words printed on his face, would this kid kill him Tang Taifeng?"

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