Now, Mu Xindao has a judgment in his heart, and it seems that he knows who wins and who loses.

I saw a flash of purple and yellow light around Mu Xindao's body, and a powerful spiritual pressure fell from the sky, covering up this competition ring.

On the top of the ring, the plum blossoms, tides, clouds, flying swords, and qi walls that were transformed by spiritual power were all turned into bits of spiritual light under only one face, and they could no longer maintain a certain form cast by their owners.

Qiu Yeyu's whole body was controlled by a huge spiritual pressure, and his ten fingers couldn't help but stop, and the spiritual power that was rushing out was surging back like a tide, and returned to the major spiritual veins in a blink of an eye. Even so, he was surprised to find that his spiritual power had been consumed by nearly fifty percent in just over an hour.

And the elegant young man is not as comfortable as Qiu Yeyu, although the spiritual power released from the outside has also been forced back to the body, but he still can't compare with Qiu Yeyu, the consumption of spiritual power has reached as much as eighty percent, and in his impression, this kind of hard battle is the first time he has encountered it. Under the huge spiritual pressure, he still couldn't maintain his original elegant standing posture, and he couldn't help but sit down on the ground.

The aura dissipated, and everything returned to calm.

In the ring between the two, the bluestone slabs are submerged in small plum blossom imprints, and there are more stripes of textures crisscrossed on it between the plum blossom patterns, which makes people can't help but think about it.

Seeing this, the low-level disciples who were watching were all shocked, and even many people began to exchange words about the excitement of this battle. Such a beautiful battle is probably going to be a great resounding among low-level disciples.

"Sure enough, it's extraordinary, it's rare to have such strength among our Qi Transformation Stage disciples, I'm afraid that even the Qiu Xi of the Tiangan Sect is not necessarily the opponent of Senior Brother Qiu!" In the noisy discussion, the young woman in white in the Tianyue Sect camp to the west of the ring suddenly said with a gentle smile.

"Maybe!" Ni Mengxian, the woman in the green dress, thought for a moment and said noncommittally.

Regarding Qiu Yeyu's strength, Ni Mengxian thought that no one knew better than him, but he didn't expect that he could achieve such a journey.

In such a fierce battle, Qiu Yeyu could finally use that kind of powerful defensive means in his gestures. Coupled with his skillful strength, Ni Mengxian couldn't believe it. Although I had seen Qiu Yeyu use the guqin to ward off enemies and regulate the aura a few times before, those became like the tip of the iceberg, and I found that I still knew too little about Qiu Yeyu.

Moreover, Qiu Yeyu's high piano attainments also surprised Ni Mengxian. When I first played the piano with him, I thought I knew something about his piano skills. Under the same mind, I only feel that I am in the middle of the match with myself. And now at this time, no matter how arrogant she thinks she is, she doesn't dare to think so.

"Hehe, it's the first time that Senior Sister Mengxian has seen Senior Brother Qiu fight with the guqin, right?" Ruxin read something from Ni Mengxian's complicated and self-deprecating expression. He smiled faintly and said, "The potential of their enemies is already beyond our ordinary people, don't worry too much about it, otherwise how will you get along harmoniously in the future?"

"Well, thank you sister for reminding me!" Ni Mengxian nodded silently, and her eyes fell on Qiu Yeyu who was pranayama in the ring again, and continued: "I don't know how Yeyu's body is, it seems to be very tired!"

Ruxin couldn't help but sigh, Ni Mengxian's frustration was obviously in front of him, and he thought that it might be caused by low self-esteem, so he reminded him. At this time, she suddenly became cheerful again, and she was worried about her lover, she couldn't help but secretly sigh Ni Mengxian's girlish feelings and innocent thoughts.

"The winner of this game is this child who uses the piano, and he is named!"

At this time, Mu Xin Dao had already withdrawn the powerful spiritual pressure that suppressed the fierce battle between the two people's spiritual power, and waited silently for the two of them for a while, but when he saw that the time was delayed by these two people for a quarter of an hour. While laughing at himself in his heart, he directly interrupted the two of them to adjust their breathing.

"Tianyue Sect Qiu Yeyu!" Qiu Yeyu stood up steadily with his feet on the ground, and did not see much of a sense of difficulty, and said with a fist clench.

Mu Xindao did not hesitate, and the spiritual light in his right hand flashed and he wrote it down instantly. The next moment, his gaze swept over the elegant young man on the other end. said lightly: "You also report your name!"

"The jade cliff is windy!" the elegant young man did not dare to hesitate, and hurriedly stood up and said respectfully.

"Okay, you two go down the stage, don't affect the next competition!" Mu Xindao's hand flashed, but his words were flat. Although it is not easy for these two people to have such an appearance, they don't take it too seriously.

The three groups numbered seventy-three to seventy-five had already stood in their respective rings, and the two numbered seventy-six had also silently stood beside Mu Xindao. Under the greeting of Mu Xindaoren, the two of them quickly stood in the ring.

It's just that those bluestone bricks that have been eroded by Qiu Yeyu's spiritual power have no time to replace, and Mu Xindao people have no intention of replacing them, after all, there are not many games left to continue fighting in this venue.

A gong sounded again, and the competition of the nineteenth group finally began. However, the low-level disciples present were still unsatisfied, and most of them were still immersed in the gorgeous fierce battle between Qiu Yeyu and Feng Yang, and they didn't have much to watch the competition of others for a while.

The competition continued, Qiu Yeyu walked back to Ni Mengxian with the delicate guqin in his arms, and suddenly showed a weird smile at her and then took the guqin back into the pouch on his waist.

Immediately afterwards, Qiu Yeyu greeted Qiong Xiang politely, and turned his head as if nothing had happened, as if he had just experienced the battle of life and death was not himself but someone else.

"You're a ...... I was worried about you just now, and I didn't even say a word when I came back!" Ni Mengxian pinched Qiu Yeyu's left hand on the upper arm of his left hand hatefully, and said coquettishly.

"Oops!" a pig-like scream was heard, and in this fierce battle, it was clearly heard in the ears of many people, and they couldn't help but cast strange eyes.

Ni Mengxian's ear root instantly turned red, and he stepped back, hiding behind a few disciples of the Tianyue Sect. However, her woman's shyness was still strong, and she lowered her head silently, for fear of being seen something.

And Qiu Yeyu also suddenly lost his temper, and after smiling awkwardly, he also stepped back, came to Ni Mengxian's side, and looked at her shy appearance and smirked again.

"What are you laughing at, isn't it embarrassing enough?" Ni Mengxian pinched Qiu Yeyu again, but this time she didn't dare to push so hard.

"Hehe, after the battle just now, my whole body is sore now. What you did just now, it hurt me even more!" Qiu Yeyu still looked at Ni Mengxian with a dead face, and actually took the initiative to stretch out his forearm, and his flirtatious appearance made Ni Mengxian amused and angry.

"Really, then pinch it again!" Ni Mengxian's little hand stretched out and gently grabbed Qiu Yeyu's little arm, but he didn't pinch it anymore, he didn't forget to care while flirting, and said softly: "How are you, the battle just now was not small, right?"

Qiu Yeyu suddenly felt warm in his heart, and held Ni Mengxian's slender hand with his backhand, and his voice became extremely gentle: "It's okay, just go back and breathe, don't worry too much!"

"Well, that's good!Yeyu, what kind of exercise did you have just now, is it also in your major exercise?" Ni Mengxian nodded thoughtfully, the question in her heart was quite strong, and she still asked after thinking to no avail.

"No, this was passed on to me by my aunt who taught me martial arts!" Qiu Yeyu didn't hide anything.

"Isn't your aunt a mortal, how can she have such a move that can only be used by immortal cultivators?" Ni Mengxian was even more puzzled, and then asked.

"I really don't understand this! My aunt said that it was passed down to him by her master, and that it was passed down from generation to generation in our misty valley. Qiu Yeyu thought about it for a while, but felt that it was not something unspeakable, so he calmly told Ni Mengxian.

"Hmm!" Ni Mengxian knew that Qiu Yeyu would not lie to her, so she no longer bothered about these, although she still had many questions in her heart.

In the midst of small talk, another moment of time passed.

The gong sounded, Qiu Yeyu's heart moved and looked at the five young men standing a few feet in front of him, and muttered: "There are still two people in our Tianyue Sect who have not competed, and the next group of Mai will be on stage!"