"Of course, your realm has not yet entered the Soul Cleansing Realm, so I think that the strength of the duel is limited to the realm of using the Tattoo Spirit Realm is just a good choice, how about it?"

Xue Wuxian's words sound very reasonable, fully showing the Qinglong Prince's sympathy for the weak and the pursuit of fairness, although you have not been able to step into the Soul Washing Realm, let alone the Inscription Realm, but the strength of the duel is set in the Tattoo Realm Realm, so what reason do you have not to end?

Xue Wuxian's words were naturally asked by Chu Muyun, even if he killed Qingyun Thirty-six Hua Danqing halfway, he couldn't interrupt his original intention of proposing the third day of the Qingyun Banquet. As long as Chu Muyun is forced to fight, he doesn't mind any Qingyun trying to disrupt the situation, at most, it is just an additional battle of geniuses on the Qingyun List.

He didn't have any worries about the strength of the Dark Sword around him, the lonely goose of the cold door, and the strength of the remnant Xiao.

And he could see that in this Fuyao Palace, people like Hua Danqing wanted to challenge their existence in the top ten of the Qingyun List, but there were many people. After all, there are always some people in this world who feel good about themselves and want to take advantage of this opportunity to improve their reputation in the Qingyun test.

Before Hua Danqing arrived, Chu Muyun had already made a decision.

Even if his dreams come to naught in the end, he must also struggle, because the meaning of life lies in struggle.

As long as he can prove that he is not a waste, then no matter how much sweat he sheds, it will be worth it.

Since he has chosen to fight, the question he needs to consider is four duels, who will fight?

He moved his gaze to his senior brother Hua Danqing, and he knew that the duel in one of them was indispensable for his senior brother.

So, habitually, he looked at Mo Sheng again, he sighed in his heart, he didn't want to involve this friend who really treated him, but looking at the other party's eyes, he obviously didn't like to listen to his words.

So he smiled bitterly: "Are you sure?"

"To the lonely goose...... You are sure that you won't lose too badly!" Mo Sheng was not good at humor, so he said very seriously.

A young genius who has seen the scenery of the Tattoo Realm, even if he suppresses his strength in the Tattoo Spirit Realm, it is not something he can easily deal with.

And the four of them, Zhu Xin and Yan Xiao are notoriously ruthless, and Mo Sheng is not sure about any of them. After some thought, he felt that the lonely goose who at least retained his kindness and a little bit of frankness made it possible for him to persevere.

"You don't have to do this!" Chu Muyun said as he stared at those clear and bright eyes.

"No way, who let me look at you guy!" Mo Sheng said with a smile.

Chu Muyun also smiled heartily, now counting himself, this side already has three definite places, and as for the last place, it is not so important.

After all, the person that Xue Wutear wants to target is himself.

I don't know when the cold wind has blown a little tightly, maybe because of the setting sun, Prince Mo Qi signaled to the old man, the head of the royal family, so the old man tightened his clothes and said: "If you don't fight this one, Prince Qinglong will know in the future, and he will definitely be uneasy." Hua Thirty-six was unable to participate in the Qingyun Banquet two days ago, and this year's Qingyun test has not seen the shot of the genius of the Qingyun List, and it is also difficult to calm down...... Then let's fight, it's just that the wind is tight, and it's ...... soon."

......

When night fell, the square of the Fuyao Hall provoked the lights like a night pearl, and the wisps of light were scattered in the night, and the square was illuminated extremely brightly.

The cold wind at night is naturally cold, cold as a blade. Hundreds of people stood on the stone steps in front of the hall, looking at the two groups of people standing in the east and west of the square, with different expressions, some indifferent, some gloating, and some secretly worried, but they couldn't see the tension.

In previous years, the Qingyun Banquet, the open and secret battles of all forces have never stopped, and there will always be some fierce scenes. In this year's Qingyun Banquet, since there are few geniuses on the previous Qingyun List, there were no too exciting stories in the first two days.

On this third night, everyone thought that the highlight was the proposal of the Blue Dragon Mission, and in the end, a big drama was indeed staged, but it was not until this moment that the real battle finally ushered in.

It's a pity that before this battle began, even if he could only use the strength of the Tattoo Spirit Realm, he had already decided the winner and the loser, so he naturally couldn't be nervous.

This contest between the three disciples of the Danhui and the Blue Dragon Envoy was staged at this time.

"I'll be the second one!" Hua Danqing said with his arms folded, staring at the four people opposite.

Mo Sheng nodded, and continued: "It's a pity that there are only three of us, otherwise we wouldn't need Mu Yun to end up and let that guy's calculation come to naught...... There is no way for them to get back the face they lost today, just suffocate them!"

"Who says we're missing one?"

However, as soon as Mo Sheng's words fell, a familiar and long-lost voice came from behind the three of them, Chu Muyun turned around in surprise, and entered the figure in his eyes, which was none other than Zang Ao, the eldest young man of the Zang family who had been friends with Chu Muyun since childhood.

"Proud of the young man!"

Looking at the still cynical young man walking over, even though Chu Muyun endured the sourness that emerged from the tip of his nose, his clear eyes still couldn't avoid the clear tears flashing in the night.

After seven years, I didn't expect the two of them to stand together again, not to play happily, but to fight side by side.

"I said Zang Dashao, why didn't you stand up just now, and only now did you want to be in the limelight?" Mo Sheng saw Zang Ao who was walking over, and let go of his worries in his heart, so he pretended to be dissatisfied.

"What do you know? Ben Dashao is sobering up, this is an important moment for the genius of the Qingyun List to show his style, how can he be less proud of me!" Zang Ao rolled his eyes and said angrily.

When the two were joking, the surroundings had gradually quieted down, because there was a figure on the opposite side, slowly stepping onto the battle platform.

It was the ninth-ranked Hanmen Lonely Goose on the Qingyun List, he was a hunter in the desert, and he lived to conquer the desert.

The owner of Zhiqiu Building, who is in charge of the Qingyun List, once commented that Lone Yan's will to survive determines his strong desire for victory. If he is placed in the Jedi with the tenth-ranked ruthless remnant, then the one who survives must be him.

People who have murderous thoughts tend to live longer than those who have murderous intentions.

"Good luck to me!"

Mo Sheng sighed, and with a tragic figure like a cold wind, he swept onto the battle platform.

The night wind was messy, Chu Muyun frowned lightly, and his eyes stared at the two opposing figures on the battle platform without blinking.

As he looked at others, two eyes locked on him from the crowd.

Murong Luo's clothes and eyes were full of complexity that was difficult to let go, and Yu Linglong's rippling water was care.