Now Mo Wentian has long washed away the blood scabs on his body, but his clothes are still covered in blood. It is not known whether Mo Wentian did it intentionally or unintentionally. The Rakshasa mask is still scarlet, making it even more ferocious.

"The Rakshasa is coming!"

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! I don't want to live if I provoke a Rakshasa!"

"Ah! Isn't that the murderous Rakshasa ghost? It's finally here!"

When Mo Wentian appeared in front of everyone, Uncle Lin had already left gracefully. When the crowd in front of Mo Wentian discovered Mo Wentian's arrival, the entire martial arts arena suddenly became excited.

"Rakshasa is coming over there, give way, give way, let me see..."

"Is this the Rakshasa ghost who split his opponent in half with a knife yesterday?"

"Hey, don't squeeze! If you want to die, don't drag me down!"

Suddenly, the crowd suddenly surged. The crowds close to Mo Wentian began to retreat one after another, while the people in other places crowded forward one after another, hoping to catch a glimpse of the Rakshasa murderer. Suddenly, outside the martial arts venue,

It became chaos, and all of this was just because of one person, Mo Wentian.

On Mo Wentian's Rakshasa mask, his face was expressionless, and he just walked step by step towards the martial arts field. The crowd in front of Mo Wentian retreated one after another, and actually forcibly separated a path for Mo Wentian.

A road traveled by one person!

The warriors who had arrived in the martial arts arena were all speechless. After a night, most of them thought they had suppressed the fear of Mo Wentian in their hearts. But at this moment, they finally discovered that this Rakshasa ghost climbed up from hell.

, still left a shadow in their minds that could not be dissipated.

“I hope you won’t face this person in the lottery soon!”

"Me too, I would rather meet Senior Brother Li!"

Today's martial arts arena is much emptier, because only the warriors who have won the top eight seats are eligible to enter. This time, all the warriors, including Li Yuanji and Xiao Xiao, have arrived at the martial arts arena in advance. Mo Wen

Tian was the last one to arrive.

Among the eight people, except for Li Yuanji, Xiao Xiao, and the master of the seventh level of body tempering, everyone else was extremely afraid of Mo Wentian, and had even raised the threat of this name to a higher level than Li Yuanji.

You know, although Li Yuanji and Xiao Xiao are powerful, they usually don't make fatal attacks, but the Rakshasa ghost is different. Li Ke, who encountered Mo Wentian in the top eight before, might have surrendered earlier if he hadn't given up early.

It has also turned into two pieces of corpse!

Li Yuanji watched Mo Wentian walking step by step with a little surprise in his eyes. He turned his head and looked at Xiao Xiao, only to find that the other person still had a smile on his face, without any clues.

"Huh? Xiao Xiao didn't take action? Why?"

Li Yuanji had doubts in his heart. With Xiao Xiao's temperament and demeanor, Li Yuanji knew very well that it was absolutely impossible for Xiao Xiao to win over that Rakshasa. No matter how famous the other party was, it would be useless. Instead, he would become Xiao Xiao.

There was a greater threat in my heart, but now this Rakshasa appeared alive in front of me.

"Could it be that there is a strong person behind this casual cultivator?"

Unable to guess the answer, Li Yuanji had no choice but to give up. The grudge between the two people had nothing to do with him anyway, he just needed to watch the show.

At the same time, there was a smile on Xiao Xiao's face. The moment he saw Mo Wentian appear, his smile did not change at all. It seemed as if he and Mo Wentian had cleared up their old grudges, and even looked at Xuanyuan from a distance.

Mo Wentian approached and nodded friendly.

"This Xiao Xiao..."

Mo Wentian knew clearly in his heart that this Xiao Xiao was definitely a smiling tiger. If Uncle Lin hadn't appeared in time, he might have been dead. Therefore, he didn't show any expression to Xiao Xiao's goodwill and just looked at Xiao Xiao indifferently.

He walked by without even turning his head to look at him.

"This Rakshasa is so arrogant!"

"Hey, if you have the ability like him, you can also be crazy!"

This scene was seen by many interested people, and Xiao Xiao's face finally froze slightly, but it returned to its original state in an instant. Just when he was about to say something to resolve the embarrassing atmosphere, his pupils suddenly contracted, because he

He saw the fifth blood mark on the back of Mo Wentian's hand.

"Fifth level of body tempering? How is it possible? Did Mr. Lin use some secret technique to suddenly increase his strength?"

At this moment, Xiao Xiao's heart sank. From his previous fight with Mo Wentian, he could clearly feel that Mo Wentian's strength was only the fourth level of body tempering. How could Mo Wentian become so powerful overnight?

Did Wentian break through the first level of cultivation?

The only explanation is probably that Mr. Lin used some tricks. Xiao Xiao doesn't think Mo Wentian's talent is very high. Otherwise, how could he not have a good reputation before this?

"Mr. Lin...hum!"

At this moment, Uncle Lin, who was lying innocently with a gun, raised his head in grief and anger, and asked the sky without words...

Not long after, His Majesty the Emperor came in person again. There were no changes in the people on the viewing platform from the previous day. It was just that the prime minister's mental state seemed not to be very good and he was a little listless. I wonder if something happened to Chu State again last night.

What a big deal.

The rules of the quarter-finals are still to draw lots to determine the opponent, but this time the duel will no longer be held in multiple games at the same time, but each game will be presented to everyone individually, so that the crowd who come to watch can enjoy each game.

a match.

Another reason is that now, the eight warriors who have been promoted can be regarded as the backbone of the Chu Kingdom in the future, so the empire will do its best to protect everyone's life and safety. Like yesterday, Mo Wentian directly killed his opponent

It is not easy to make a clean break. Once there is a sign of meeting between life and death, the master in the Qi Refining Stage above will intervene immediately.

The rules of drawing lots this time have some changes compared to the previous ones. The warriors no longer draw the lots themselves, but the Emperor himself draws the lots to show respect for the warriors.

The official who was in charge of the lotus tube before knelt down respectfully in front of the emperor and held the lotus tube high with both hands. His Majesty the Emperor stretched out his skinny arms and put them into the lotus tube, looking a little excited.

At this moment, everyone was concentrating and holding their breath.

"The first one to draw is, Xiaoyao Sect, Li Yuanji!"

This time, the wooden tablet in the lottery tube was obviously no longer a simple number, but the names and sect information of the top eight warriors were engraved on it. And just when the emperor read out the information on the wooden tablet,

It seemed that even he himself was stunned for a moment.

It seems that even His Majesty the Emperor himself did not expect that the first wooden card he drew represented the current number one genius in Chu State, Li Yuanji.

"It seems that the first game is worth looking forward to. Then, Li Yuanji's opponent will be..."

However, the emperor quickly reacted and immediately stirred up the atmosphere with a warm smile. As expected, after hearing Li Yuanji's name, all the spectators outside the martial arts arena cheered loudly. On the contrary,

All the martial artists in the martial arts arena looked worried.

"How about it be so exciting right from the start!"

"God bless you, but please don't draw me!"

For a moment, all the warriors prayed in their hearts, but Li Yuanji looked calm. For him, the goal is the final championship. Before that, no matter who the opponent is, not even Xiao Xiao can stop him.

pace!

His Majesty the Emperor deliberately stirred the lotus tube with his arms, as if to whet everyone's appetite. It was not until a full half minute later that he slowly took out a wooden sign.

"..."

At this moment, the emperor was stunned for a moment. This was not just to whet his appetite, but even the emperor himself was shocked by his lottery. Seeing this scene, Xiao Xiao was the first to feel nervous.

"Could it be said that the duel will be born in advance!"

Inside and outside the martial arts arena, because of the emperor's surprise, it suddenly became extremely quiet. Everyone was waiting for the emperor to say the name on the wooden sign.

After a brief absence of consciousness, the emperor also realized his situation. He coughed lightly and raised the wooden sign in his hand. A name slowly floated into the air from the emperor's mouth.

"Rogue cultivator, Mo Yun!"

boom!

Just like His Majesty the Emperor, when this name appeared, everyone was silent for a moment, and then the entire martial arts arena burst into excitement!

"Rakshasa! Rakshasa!"

"Ah...my heart can't bear it anymore! It's Senior Brother Li versus the Rakshasa ghost!"

"Ho! Roar!"

At this moment, everyone forgot the strength gap between Mo Wentian and Li Yuanji, but regarded the two as evenly matched opponents.

Li Yuanji, who always had a calm expression, raised his eyebrows when he heard the result, and cast a glance at Mo Wentian beside him, trying to see something from his face.

The clues, unfortunately, were blocked by the Rakshasa ghost mask.

Li Yuanji failed to see the curve of the corner of Mo Wentian's mouth...

Next, no one paid attention to the drawing of lots for the remaining six people. Everyone focused on Li Yuanji and Mo Wentian, which actually made several warriors in the martial arts field heave a sigh of relief.

"God is really helping me. The two most threatening people are actually facing each other. In this way, the chance of advancing to the semi-finals will be even greater!"

"Huh, it's so exciting. This battle is really interesting."

Seeing that the audience outside the martial arts arena was in high spirits and looking forward to the showdown between Li Yuanji and the Rakshasa ghost, His Majesty the Emperor did not spoil the scene, but quickly drew out the results of the battles of the remaining people. However, at this time, except for the warrior himself,

No one cares about this anymore.

Everyone is looking forward to the first game of this quarter-final round.

As if sensing everyone's expectations, the emperor stopped delaying and waved his hand directly, announcing the official start of the game.

This time, Mo Wentian stopped being secretive and completely took off the cloth wrapping the broken knife. Holding the handle of the broken knife tightly in his right hand, he walked onto the competition stage with a slightly trembling figure.

However, this trembling is not fear, but excitement!

When Li Yuanji came onto the stage, the atmosphere in the audience reached its climax. Tens of thousands of people cheered in unison, and even the ground of the competition stage felt a slight vibration.

After Li Yuanji stood still, Mo Wentian faced Li Yuanji and did not make the first move. Instead, he looked up to the sky and smiled.

"Hahahaha, senior brother, we have finally come this far. We haven't seen you for a few days. I wonder if senior brother dares to take a stab at me?"

Hearing Mo Wentian's voice so clearly for the first time, Li Yuanji's expression suddenly changed. At the same time, Mo Wentian's left hand suddenly brushed his face, and pointed the iconic Rakshasa ghost mask towards Li Yuan The machine is opened!
Chapter completed!