This time, when Murong Miao and Zhang Jinnan's identical moves appeared in the field of vision of everyone present, everyone was shocked by them, and even those who were sitting far away from the high arena couldn't help but feel a little nervous and excited.

One is Murong Miao, who has always been known as a genius in Martial God Yuan, and the other is a material who has worked hard in the limelight in recent years.

At this time, no one wants to lose, and no one can lose. Losing is not only a loss of the two future talents' way into the election, but also a great opportunity to lose the money that the Phantom Wine Shop will pay for in the future.

Therefore, Zhang Jinnan, who can't afford to lose, and Murong Miao, who can't lose, on the other hand, choose to meet this unique challenge with a warrior's attitude.

At the moment after the two people came into contact, a slightly piercing gust of wind suddenly dispersed in all directions from the middle of the two, and the fierce wind that shot out also suddenly cleared the original noisy and complicated high. And with this harsh wind clearing the original hustle and bustle, everyone really saw the scene above the high at this moment.

I saw that Murong Miao's right fist was directly attached to Zhang Jinnan's chin, and then he put his fist so quietly against Zhang Jinnan's jaw, and there was no more movement. Zhang Jinnan, on the other hand, was no longer able to probe his fist an inch further.

"Hiss!!"

Seeing this scene, all the disciples under the high command immediately took a breath of cool air.

What is this called? This is called strength, and even more so talent!

Feeling the fist in his jaw that could almost be said to be tightly clenched, Zhang Jinnan knew that he had lost. But he was not convinced, he didn't admit the fact that he had lost at all in his heart, but feeling Murong Miao's non-aggressive fist style, he felt that burst of powerlessness.

The same sect, the same martial arts, the same tricks, but different people, different talents, different treatments, and different endings.

"Martial God Yuan, Murong Miao wins!"

As the old woman who had just opened came to the high arena and announced the results after the match, the disciples on the side of the Martial God Wall instantly became extremely excited.

"I will still aim for you until I surpass you. ”

Looking at the junior brother in front of him who was about the same age as himself, Zhang Jinnan just said lightly in great frustration.

"Senior Brother Zhang, I'll wait for you at any time, this is what we agreed. ”

Murong Miao looked at Zhang Jinnan in front of him and bowed in response.

"Hey, no matter what, you always represent our Martial God Yuan to fight in this ring, this back against Liu Luoluo's little girl, you have to show real skills, you can't insult the façade of our room, after all, I have heard on weekdays that the little girl is amazing. ”

Listening to Murong Miao's words, Zhang Jinnan also suddenly thought about it, okay, isn't this ending the best ending for the two of them at this stage, in order to avoid embarrassment, he still put his arm around Murong Miao's shoulder, and then lowered his head and leaned over Murong Miao's ear, while pointing to the formation of the Sword Qi Sect, and muttered in a low voice.

"Senior Brother Zhang, don't worry, I won't lose. ”

Following Zhang Jinnan's words, Murong Miao also stared at the direction of the Sword Qi Sect with his eyes, and replied firmly.

Zhang Jinnan lost, and let him use all his strength to fight this ring, he regretted losing because of the talent that he despised on weekdays. This is inevitably a pity and pity.

After a while of a bell and drum beating, Murong Miao and Zhang Jinnan quickly left Gao Ping, and then in the eyes of all the disciples, they could see several inner courtyard disciples quickly rectifying Gao Ping.

"Oh, they're all good seedlings!"

Recalling the competition just now, Murong Xuan not only sighed.

"Yes, what I didn't expect is that these two children can cultivate to such a realm, it's really not easy, old bear head, you really made meritorious contributions to our workshop this time. ”

Then the topic continued, it was Tian Rui, the smiling steward who was quietly watching the battle outside the high pitch.

"Oh, what's there to show off, the old man has never taken care of these hairy boys on weekdays, and with the time to reprimand them, the old man might as well drink a few jars. ”

I saw a fat man with a black face with a scruffy beard, while seemingly unintentional remarks, and at the same time staring at a cold-faced scholar who was sitting quietly opposite him with that extremely provocative look.

And this black-faced fat man is the head of this martial god wall, Xiong Xiang.

As for the cold-faced scholar sitting across from him, it was none other than the head of the Sword Qi Sect, Liu Lan.

"Hmph, what Brother Xiong said is also true, the two disciples of Martial God Yuan are really eye-opening. But this competition is not over yet, maybe there will be more breathtaking existence in the future, Brother Xiong, do you say that brother, I am not right?"

Listening to Liu Lan's extremely sour rebuttal, Xiong Xiang could only roll his eyes.

"What Xiao Liuzi said is reasonable, what he said is reasonable, I support you. This is not the first game, as for the result, let us all the old guys here take a look, but I heard that the sixteen little dolls who participated in the competition this time have the ability to press the bottom of the box, so no matter what the result is, these dolls are the treasures of our Phantom Wine Shop, you have to bring it to Lao Tzu, if there is a mistake with the ding, see the old man dismantle you, hehehe, continue to see, continue to see. ”

Seeing that Murong Xuan was about to speak freely, Tian Rui on the side hurriedly pulled down the hem of his clothes, feeling Tian Rui's murderous eyes, he laughed embarrassedly, and hurriedly changed the conversation.

And a few of you here are not surprised by this.

"If you're away from home, you might as well save some face for me, Rui Rui. ”

Seeing that the few people present were all looking at him with ignorance, Murong Xuan was also bored. I saw him move his buttocks, and then faced Tian Rui, who looked displeased, and muttered quietly.

"Roll !!"

A firm and forceful refusal.

And when everyone heard Tian Rui's reply, they laughed a few times.

"Laugh and laugh, show Lao Tzu the game!"

I saw Murong Xuan scolding him in embarrassment for a while, and when he found that no one was paying attention to him, he also relocked his gaze back to the high pitch not far away with a dark face.

Soon, Gao Liang was cleaned up, and when the cleaning disciples just stepped down from Gao Huan, the old woman from before walked into the ring quickly.

"In the second scene, Sword Qi Sect Gao Yi to Murong Shuang of Bodhi Pavilion, please two..."

But before the old woman's words could land, she hurriedly took a few steps back, because she felt that a sword aura was rapidly attacking her other side.

"Senior Brother Gao, please give me advice!"

A childish female voice landed, and everyone could see that a girl dressed in a light cyan power suit with a high ponytail was holding the wooden sword in her hand and stabbing at Gao Yi, who was slowly climbing while greeting her senior brother!