A masked man, looking at the nothingness on the field, the only eyes that showed a hint of joy in them, but they also had a natural meaning.

"The three hundred's Wuran victory, please step down. The middle-aged man in the green robe was a little surprised, but he didn't care too much about it, after all, he was homeless, a top family in ancient times, even if he was down, some of the means were normal.

The Demon Sword Clan has strong combat power, but its reproductive ability is too poor, and it is a group that has not been very active in ancient times.

The Demon Knife Clan was sparsely populated in ancient times, and there were only a hundred people in its heyday, and in the present world, they had long lived in seclusion, and there was no major event at all, but the Demon Knife Clan was notoriously difficult in ancient times, and not many people were willing to offend them, except for their old enemies, the Holy Sword Clan, and the Terran did not have any grudges, no more than the God Clan and the Demon Clan, and the Great Purge in ancient times had nothing to do with them.

However, there are actually people from the Demon Knife Clan who participated in this year's Beaulong Conference, and it seems that the situation of the Demon Knife Clan is not good now.

Although the master of the Holy Pole Gate was not a strong man who rose in that era, his strength was strong after all, and he was neutral, and he had a good relationship with many foreign races, but because of his strong strength, he was not a soft persimmon, and not many people dared to use these things as pigtails to find the unhappiness of the Holy Pole Gate.

"In the next game, Wu Ming of No. 240 will fight Liu Qingquan of No. 230"

As soon as the middle-aged man's voice fell, the two appeared in the ring, one was masked, and he couldn't see the depth of cultivation, but no one dared to underestimate him, every time he appeared, it was a move to admit defeat to others, and he couldn't see the details at all, no matter how confident he was, he wouldn't underestimate him.

The other was dressed in Tiekai, wearing a carcardiac cloak, with long golden hair fluttering, a face as handsome as a woman, carrying a spear, indescribably elegant and elegant, just like a Western nobleman.

It is said that there are basically no ugly people in the martial arts world, and with the deepening of cultivation, the physical appearance will evolve in the direction of perfection.

Liu Qingquan wore a cynical smile, staring at the masked man in front of him, with a solemnity in his eyes, he knew this guy named Wu Ming, even if he was very confident in his strength, he could just start a martial artist who had just entered the seventh rank of martial arts, but this guy in front of him, no one could force his second move, if he was also knocked out by him, his face would be lost to his grandmother's house.

Liu Qingquan, who was thinking like this, felt a little uneasy in his heart, and he planned to use his strongest strength at the beginning.

The spear in Liu Qingquan's hand shook, and a milky white true qi erupted from his body, rushing towards Wu Ming, who was standing there.

Wu Ming stretched out a palm and pointed it directly at Liu Qingquan, who was rushing towards him.

Seeing this, Liu Qingquan was furious, the momentum on his body increased a few points, and a shot pierced the white palm, Wu Ming raised his eyebrows, didn't take it to heart, stood still in place, and didn't put the spear in his eyes.

The spear slammed into the palm of his hand, making a sound of metal colliding, and the slightest spark came out, but it couldn't penetrate the palm.

I have to say that this Liu Qingquan's strength is not covered, although it did not penetrate the palm, he bent his arm against it.

Wu Ming snorted lightly, and as soon as his bent arm exerted force, Liu Qingquan was rushed out of the ring and fell outside the ring.

Liu Qingquan clutched his chest, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and fainted, which made the audience extremely noisy.

"Another trick, give money quickly"

Because it is a competition, some discerning gambling houses have directly opened a hall here, and this bet is naturally whether Wu Ming will make a second move.

Those who bet on the right are elated, and those who lose are depressed.

One move after another, so that many people affirmed that this masked man named Wu Ming was a strong candidate to win the championship, and after this time, the gambling house would not open any more gambling related to him, and it was obvious that he was losing money.

"Wu Mingsheng of No. 240, please step down" The middle-aged man in the green robe was as indifferent as ever.

Hearing this, Wu Ming ignored the noise of everyone and walked down.

Wu Ran looked at the back of this named Wu Ming, and actually felt a little familiar, he thought it was worry-free, but he quickly vetoed it, because worry-free's height is not so tall, nor is he so strong, the most important thing is,

Worry-free does not need to be masked at all in the territory of the Auronic Dragon Empire, the Aurora Empire is considered to be a homeless base camp, and as a homeless young master, Worn-free still needs to be masked when he goes home?

Wu Ran couldn't figure it out, so he didn't think about it anymore, the next competition to see or not to see didn't make much sense to him, if it was a difficult person to deal with, someone in the palace would naturally report to him, this is the capital, his father-in-law's territory.

Li Tian and they were a little unclear, and now they are stepping up to improve their cultivation, cultivating day and night every day, this kind of cultivation attitude seems to have infected those veterans of a hundred battles, and they closed up in the post station one by one, and the post station arranged a separate large courtyard for them, the environment is not bad, and there is no need to worry about anyone coming to disturb.

Wu Ran, who didn't know where he was going, returned to the palace, and Murong Ling was still waiting for him.

Wu Ran tidied up his clothes and hair accessories by the reflective wall in front of the palace and walked in, and when he came to the back garden, the princess's bedroom, he saw the girl sitting under a tree, looking at the white clouds in the sky with some pity, maybe thinking about something in a daze, and did not notice the arrival of Wu Ran.

If it was outside, it would definitely not be like this, but this is the palace, Murong Ling doesn't need to worry about anyone invading at all, and there are not too many warnings.

Wu Ran quietly walked behind him and hugged her slender waist, Murong Ling was startled and wanted to struggle.

"It's me. Wu Ran whispered in Murong Ling's ear, looking at the earlobes that were a little blushing, her heart twitched slightly, as if she had softened.

"I'm scared, why are you running behind me if you have nothing to do, let it go" Murong Ling struggled a few times, then stopped struggling, and hugged him, but her little face was red.

Wu Ran didn't speak, hugged his slender waist, gently held Murong Ling's red earlobe, and smelled the fragrance that could make him feel at ease.

"What's wrong?" the attentive Murong Ling felt that something was wrong and asked out loud.

"It's okay, today I saw a person who seems to be very familiar, but I can't be sure, it's a little nerve-wracking for a while" Wu Ran let go of Murong Ling's earlobe and chuckled.

"Brother Ran doesn't need to be like this at all, if he wants to recognize you, he will naturally come, if he doesn't want to, he still doesn't want to force it" Murong Ling's gentle voice calmed down Wuran's somewhat irritable mood.

"Hehe, are you ready to get engaged?" Wu Ran didn't want that kind of topic to be inserted between the two of them, so he changed the topic, he liked to see the shy look of the girl in his heart.