The blood inflammation suddenly kicked Yuanhuang on the spine, and Yuanhuang suddenly shot into the sky like a rocket rising into the sky.

"I give you this kick for free. Haha..."

Everyone below was dumbfounded because this happened so suddenly and so quickly that they had no time to react and were all shocked by the blood inflammation.

Not to mention them, even the giants were a little frightened. Because the power and speed shown by the blood inflammation were too strong and perfect.

At this moment, they finally understood why the Blood Palace wanted him to be the master of the palace instead of an old member of the palace. With his age, strength, and speed, as long as he doesn't die young, who can compete with him in the future?

Suddenly, a green light shot down from the sky at high speed, followed by a roar: "Go to hell!"

Xueyan sneered, the blood all over his body suddenly restrained, and his palms flew out quickly.

"Boom!" The red and green light in the sky struck in all directions, and even the blowing wind was cut off by this energy.

The blood flames dropped more than ten meters, and Emperor Yuan shot into the sky again, sprinkling some blood.

Everyone was horrified, expecting that even if Emperor Yuan did not die, he would still lose half of his life.

Yuan Zhuo's face was gloomy, he stared at the sky, and shook his head helplessly. Then he turned his head, glanced at Xuan Zhenzi, and quickly flew up in the air.

Xuan Zhenzi immediately said: "This battle will be won by the Blood Palace Blood Flame!"

Xueyan smiled, looked at Yuan Zhuo who rushed up to catch Emperor Yuan, and said, "Senior Yuan, I'm sorry."

Yuan Zhuo checked on Emperor Yuan and found that there were multiple fractures all over his body, his meridians were injured, and his internal organs were bleeding.

Yuan Zhuo turned around and glanced at Xue Yan calmly, then hugged Yuan Huang and left.

Xue Yan looked at Yuan Zhuo's back and was a little worried, because Yuan Zhuo acted too calmly and his heart was too calm. His son was beaten like this. If it were someone else, he would have beaten him severely even if he didn't say anything.

He glared. But what about him? His face was normal, and there was no murderous intention or anger in his eyes. How could such a calm person not make people worried and scared?

Returning to the courtyard where they settled, the three demon sects gathered together. The great elder asked: "Palace Master! Is your injury okay? Will it affect the qualifying match two days later?"

"I'm fine! It shouldn't have any impact. Great Elder, please don't worry!" Xue Yan said.

"Blood boy, you are very good! This first battle is a good start for our demonic path. In the following competition, you three must work hard and try your best to let our demonic path win." Moro suddenly said.

"Yeah! That's right. We must win this time. If we lose this time, then we will be suppressed by the righteous path for a hundred years. This is the shame of our demonic path! We must not let this happen." Qing Qing.

Feng Yidao.

"Feng Yun! I have a question for you. According to your ranking, what is your chance of winning against Bu Qingtian?" Moro said.

Feng Yun said: "Master Mo, I don't know either, because I don't know Bu Qingtian, let alone how strong he is, but I will try my best."

Qing Fengyi said: "Bu Qingtian's strength is unquestionable. Let's not worry about him for now. The key lies in the remaining two battles. We have already won one. If we win these two, then the seal will be sealed."

The battle between Yun and Bu Qingtian doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter even if you admit defeat.”

"There should be no problem on my side. Although Yunmeng of the Immortal Sect is a proud daughter of heaven and has strong strength, my apprentice Shui Le is also bad, so I should be sure to win." Moro said.

The meaning of Moro's words is very obvious. Whether you can win or not depends on your son Qingtian.

Of course Qing Fengyi knew it in his heart and said: "Although my Tian'er's cultivation is not very good, I am still somewhat confident in dealing with Zhang Cheng from the Taoist sect."

"Then what if the opponent is not Zhang Cheng from the Taoist sect, but someone else?" Moro said.

"According to Feng Yun's analysis, Tian'er's opponent must be Zhang Cheng." Qing Fengyi said.

Moro smiled and said, "You believe him so much, what if what they think is different from what he analyzed?"

"There should be no discrepancies, unless they want to use men to bully women. But the possibility is very small, because they are righteous and will not do such a thing. They will definitely let Shui Le compete with Fairy Yunmeng.

"Feng Yun said.

"Elder Tang, what do you think?" Moro said.

"I believe there should be no discrepancies in Feng Yun's analysis." The great elder said.

Moro nodded and said: "Okay! Since you all agree so much, then so be it! I hope that our fight can wash away the shame of more than ninety years and suppress their right path under their feet."

"Senior Moro, don't worry! As long as my three brothers are here, we will definitely win this battle of magic." Qingtian finally found a chance to interject.

Moro smiled subconsciously and said, "Okay! Then it depends on your three brothers."

After the meal, the three Feng Yun brothers, plus Qingtian's junior brother Meng Lang, carried wine jars and drank happily in the courtyard.

Suddenly, Bu Qingtian, who was dressed in purple robes, came over, looked at Xueyan and asked, "Is your injury okay? This is our Xuanmen's best golden sore medicine."

Xueyan smiled, took the golden sore medicine, and said: "Thank you for your concern, Brother Bu! There is nothing wrong with my injury and it will not affect the qualifying match."

Bu Qingtian smiled subconsciously and said: "That's good! Then I won't bother you too much. It's better to drink less. The afternoon competition will start soon, so don't get drunk."

Qingtian looked at Bu Qingtian's leaving figure and said depressedly: "Brother! What does he mean?"

Xue Yan said: "He is very proud. He is afraid that he has no opponent and that my injury will affect the qualifying competition."

"Third brother! How dare he not take you seriously? You must teach this arrogant boy a lesson and let him know how powerful you are." Qingtian said.

Meng Lang said: "Senior brother is right, don't give him face, torture him severely, let Xuanmen also have a taste of losing face. Hehe..."

Feng Yun smiled and said: "It's more beneficial for me if he does this, and it will give me a lot of opportunities to take advantage of."
Chapter completed!