Li Mu followed the crowd and walked to the ring, which was said to be the rookie Wang Xue Chucai, and looked up.

There were two people on the stage, one was a handsome young man in his twenties, and the other was an ugly-looking middle-aged man. On the left side of the middle-aged man's face, there is a cyan birthmark that runs through the entire cheek, and he has a strange appearance of "yin and yang face". On the right side of this person's face, he was also born white and pure, but it was a pity that the abnormality of the left cheek ruined his overall appearance.

The young man standing opposite him was obviously the newcomer Wang Xue Chucai, who was in the limelight. This Xue Chucai is seven feet long, with sparse eyebrows and long hair like ink, and he has the appearance of a beautiful man. Moreover, Li Mu noticed that there were not a few female disciples in other places, and there were more than ten of them here, standing under the stage nervously watching the competition between the two on the stage.

The two should have experienced a hard battle in the previous competition. Both of them had a lot of eye-catching injuries on their bodies, and their clothes were dyed a little dark red.

But the strange thing is that the hands of the two are empty, but they do not rely on weapons and foreign objects, and they are competing with their fists and feet.

Li watched Liu Xianyuan's competition, so when he came here, the battle was nearing the end.

The two of them seemed to have suffered some minor injuries after a hard fight, so they each stood in place and gasped to relieve the poor condition in their bodies.

The audience was watching the reactions of these two people intently, especially those female disciples, who even tied their eyes tightly to Xue Chucai's body, showing a worried look.

The two stood in silence for a long time. Then Xue Chucai suddenly spoke: "This senior brother, I wonder if you can still take my wind god leg?"

The yin-yang-faced man standing across from him suddenly coughed violently, and then spat out a mouthful of old blood. He opened his mouth and said intermittently: "Xue ...... Senior brother, although senior brother...... Seriously injured, but pick you up again...... One...... Hit, or ...... No...... The ...... of the problem

After saying this with great difficulty, he stopped coughing, ripped off a sleeve and bit it into his mouth. I only heard him snort, so he clenched his fists and attacked Xue Chucai.

Xue Chucai put on a posture and was ready to meet the middle-aged man's blow.

Li Mu's eyes were sharp, and he seemed to see a trace of silver light flashing in the middle-aged man's bare fists when he was halfway through.

But all this happened too fast, Li Mu didn't have time to take a closer look, the middle-aged man's last blow had already come to Xue Chucai!

Xue Chucai's calm eyes burst out with a dangerous light, and on his right foot, a sharp knife with a length of a foot suddenly stretched out, and kicked it at the chest of the middle-aged man who was galloping!

The middle-aged man didn't dodge or dodge, and still smashed his fists into Xue Chucai's head.

The short sword on Xue Chucai's right leg pierced deeply into this person's chest, and the real air swirled, turning his chest and abdomen into a mess. But the middle-aged man's hands also smashed on Xue Chucai's head as he wished. But the expected result did not appear, and the two silver needles hidden in his hand were directly blocked from the outside by a thin shield!

In the stunned and unwilling eyes of the middle-aged man, Xue Chucai raised his right foot again and kicked it away from afar. His body landed on the edge of the ring like a sandbag, and after a few shakings, he didn't move.

Xue Chucai's face was pale, his face was dripping with cold sweat, and it was obvious that the middle-aged man's fighting style also caught him off guard. If it weren't for his quick reaction and the activation of a defensive talisman paper, I'm afraid the best ending at this time would have been the death of both of them.

The cadres in the audience were also shocked by this tragic ending, especially those female disciples, who were even more frightened and screamed.

Li Mu squinted his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man lying on the edge of the ring, unsure of his life and death, and didn't understand why he wanted to change his name so much. After all, this was just a competition within the sect, and it didn't matter if he won or lost? Even if he hadn't dodged the blow he had just hit and successfully stabbed the silver needle into the enemy's brain, he would probably be seriously injured and dying under Xue Chucai's kick. What kind of deep hatred made him die and die with Xue Chucai?

The Huafan disciple sitting in this ring seemed to be indifferent to these situations, he nodded to Xue Chucai, signaled that he had won this game, and then ordered the disciples who were waiting on the side to go and collect the body of the middle-aged man.

Xue Chucai also seemed to be very puzzled by the performance of this middle-aged man, this competition is not short, not long, but this person seems to have been exchanging injuries with himself, and in the end he even wants to exchange his life with himself, could it be that between this person and himself, what is the deep hatred?

The disciple who went to the stage to clean up the mess tried the middle-aged man's snort, and then prepared to carry him off the ring.

But just as the hands of the two touched the man's body, his body suddenly moved.

The two disciples didn't make a fuss about this situation. They knew that this person was probably only a temporary resurgence, so they had a trace of the ability to move. The two of them were unwilling to delay, continued to set up the man's body, and walked out of the ring.

But just as he was passing in front of the Huafan disciple, the disciple who seemed to be indifferent to everything suddenly waved his hand and motioned for the two of them to put down the middle-aged man's body.

The middle-aged man's belly was disturbed by Xue Chucai's true qi, although it was not as tragic as being disemboweled, but it was also stained red with blood, which looked extremely bloody.

The Huafan disciple walked up to the middle-aged man on the ground, squatted down, and tilted his ears sideways to listen to something.

The audience watched this person's behavior in confusion, but no one dared to ask rashly.

The middle-aged man's eyes on the ground were extremely dim, his breathing was like nothing, and he was obviously on the verge of dying, but his lips moved slightly.

And the cyan mark on his face was slowly dissipating, gradually revealing the appearance of a normal person's cheeks.

The Huafan disciple listened to the middle-aged man's intermittent words with a solemn face, not knowing what he was thinking.

The crowd on the side, including the two disciples who were standing beside the Huafan disciple who was dealing with the aftermath, couldn't hear any sound from the middle-aged man on the ground.

After about a cup of tea, the middle-aged man finally tilted his head and lost his breath. And what he said to this white-robed disciple didn't seem to be finished, and there was a faint anger on this disciple's face. He commanded the two disciples standing beside him, "Take his body and burn it!"

After saying that, he didn't even care about the other competition, and left the place in a hurry.

The blue-robed man who was in charge of the martial arts meeting on the stage disappeared at some point. Therefore, the departure of the white-robed disciple was not controlled by anyone.

Xue Chucai looked at the white-robed disciple who left in a hurry with some curiosity, and then he didn't know what he thought, and he also left quickly after him.

Those female disciples seemed to want to care about Xue Chucai, but seeing him leave in such a hurry, they couldn't catch up, so they could only disperse sullenly.

Although Li Mu was also very curious about what the white-robed disciple had heard, he left in such a hurry. But he also understands the truth that more things are better than less, and rashly curious about this matter may bring some disadvantages to himself.

So he didn't care about the two who left, and after finding a ring where the competition was completed, he quietly waited for the last competition to begin.

An hour later, with the first round of the competition over, he was ready to return to his second-level quarters.

What made Li Mu a little strange was that in the last twelve groups of competitions, he didn't see the game of the famous "red-tailed bat" Qian Yue, as if this person had given up participating in this martial arts.

He didn't feel very fortunate because of this, but faintly felt that the reason why this person didn't come to participate in the martial arts was probably because something bad had happened.

Putting aside the distracting thoughts in his heart, Li Mu walked towards the mountain without hurrying.

By this time it was completely dark, and it was a moonlit night.

Li Mu walked alone on the stone stairs up the mountain, the surrounding trees were quiet, there was no wind, and everything in heaven and earth showed a strange state of silence.

For this situation, he is no longer surprised. On this huge Xuanxiao Peak, it seems to be a vibrant and prosperous scene, but in fact, under the shroud of the formation, there are no ordinary animals in the mortal world that can grow here, and as for mosquitoes and other things, it is even more impossible.

For more than a year, he had traveled back and forth between the third and second floors many times, and he had long been accustomed to this cold dead silence.

At the beginning, he still felt a little unspeakably lonely and cold. But after walking many times, he enjoyed this feeling of tranquility very much, and the world in the darkness, because of its silence, seemed vast and remote, which made Li Mu deeply intoxicated.

But tonight seems to have been a little uneasy.

When Li Mu walked halfway up the stone stairs, he suddenly heard a slight movement.

Curious, he shifted his steps and walked slowly towards the place where the sound had come from.

The voice from over there was intermittent, but Li Mu could tell that it seemed that the two of them were talking about something.

He walked under a tree dozens of feet away from the two men, and looked in the darkness of the night.

Under the moonlight, with Li Mu's eyesight, he could clearly see the two people standing opposite each other. One was wearing a white robe, and the other had long hair like ink, but it was the official disciple and Xue Chucai who had just left in a hurry.

There was no wind in the mountains, everything seemed very quiet, Li Mu carefully stood in place, keeping his body balanced, trying his best not to make any sound.

He knew that even if he left at this time, it would inevitably lead to the two of them discovering their existence, so he simply leaned against the big tree and stood still, eavesdropping on the conversation between the two of them.

Although the voices of the two were small, and they were separated by a distance of dozens of zhang, they were still very clear in Li Mu's ears.