Amid the noise of the crowd, Chen and Tong refused to give in and left the stage. He dared not leave the stage. If he didn't leave at this time, the next lying in the corpse beside the zombie platform would have his body.

The moment Chen and Tong gave up and stepped down, a thunderous applause suddenly burst out from the square. Chen and Tong were like a hero enjoying the courtesy he deserved. Amid the thunderous applause, he returned to his own square in a very aggrieved manner.

Nie Wushuang looked at Zong Bi's eyes on the stage with a blurred look, half-kneeled on the ground, Bu Yanyun, who was forced to support him with a long sword, and then he was about to go to the stage. The black-clothed deacon pulled him with one hand and shouted, "What's the hurry? Do you want the rules?"

Someone from the square suddenly shouted again: "Stop wasting your time, let him go up."

The deacon in the Black Clothing Sect was cultivating the elixir. His eyes were wide open and his eyes swept away. The square suddenly became quiet. No one dared to shout. He looked at the twinkling eyes like hungry wolf in the crowd, cleared his throat, and shouted loudly: "Fair 378, Bu Yanyun, a fourth-level disciple of the Cedar Hall Foundation Building, won. May I ask Bu Yanyun, do you choose to continue defending the striking? Or is it a directional challenge? Or passively accept challenges from other fellow disciples?"

The stands were terriblely quiet at this time, with no sound.

Everyone was waiting for Bu Yanyun to answer.

Bu Yanyun's long sword supported the ground, his eyes were blurred, and his body was covered in scars at this time, and he seemed to be unable to hold on. He just murmured with inertia: "Continue..."

"Nie Wushuang, the deputy head of the first-level foundation building of the Cedar Hall, accept your challenge, please come to the stage." The black-clad deacon made a mistake in his hands and moved away from his figure.

Nie Wushuang rushed to the sect and bitai with one step.

"Qujiujiujiujiujiu!" There was a thunderous applause on the square.

"Sister Bu, how are you?" Nie Wushuang rushed forward and was about to go forward to hug Bu Yanyun. Bu Yanyun half-kneeled on the ground and forced himself to support him: "Come on... let's do it!"

Nie Wushuang was anxious and said, "Senior Sister Bu, you can no longer do it."

Bu Yanyun's eyes slowly opened, and at this time she seemed to see clearly the person coming, with blood hanging on the corner of her mouth. She said with difficulty: "My business... don't worry about it."

Nie Wushuang was anxious and said, "Senior Sister Bu, there are tens of thousands of foundation-building monks here. You are seriously injured now. If you continue to fight like this, you will kill you."

Bu Yanyun suddenly smiled, extremely tragic, and said in a very small voice: "Either first or die!"

Nie Wushuang was stunned suddenly, and then his face gradually became heavier. Looking at Bu Yanyun's bloody face, he slowly squirmed his lips and clenched his teeth, "Either first or die?" Senior Sister Bu, you know, I don't have many stories, but you are the protagonist in my story. Since you said you are either first or dead? Then what else can I say to me, Nie Wushuang? At the time, I was in the ruined temple. If you hadn't blocked that attack for me, I would have died; since that's the case, then I will fight for you! Death, I will die for you!" After that, he slapped it out with one palm, wrapped his spiritual energy, and rushed towards Bu Yanyun in an instant.

At this time, Bu Yanyun was already unconscious and tried to lift the sword in his hand upwards without any energy.

Nie Wushuang looked at Bu Yanyun's unthreatening sword in the air. With a roll of spiritual energy, he rolled Bu Yanyun in his arms. At this time, Bu Yanyun could no longer hold on and fell into Nie Wushuang's arms. Nie Wushuang saw Bu Yanyun's bloody face, looking all over his body, and felt heartbroken. He quickly released his spiritual energy to Bu Yanyun's body, fearing that she would die due to excessive injuries. After the spiritual power in his body poured in, he found that Bu Yanyun's body had already run around and countless broken meridians.

Nie Wushuang knew that such injuries could not be cured by his spiritual energy. While using spiritual energy to keep her injuries from getting worse, she also held Bu Yanyun in her arms and walked towards the bottom of the battle stage.

"Stop!" At the small door where the protective formation wall was opened, the deacon of the sect stopped Nie Wushuang and shouted: "What are you doing?"

Nie Wushuang said: "Sir, she has fallen out of a coma, and the disciples send her back to heal her wounds."

"No, the sect competition is great. After taking office, you cannot leave the sect competition. You cannot step down. Go back." The deacon of the sect shouted the rules.

At this time, someone shouted in the square: "Nie Wugui, you have already come on stage, don't think of leaving." "Get back to the stage quickly." "Grandpa is still waiting to challenge you."

Nie Wushuang looked around the square and shouted sternly: "Don't worry, since I, Nie Wushuang, have come up, I don't plan to go down, but you have to wait until I send someone to heal before coming." After that, he turned his eyes to Bu Yanyun's face, who was already unconscious in his arms, and said anxiously: "Sister Bu, you hold on, don't you want to be the first? You have to watch me fight on this sect and competition for you..."

At this time, Mo Qingyu floated out of the square formation of the Xuesong Hall, flew to the gate of the Zongbitai, and said to Nie Wushuang: "Give me the person!"

Nie Wushuang raised his head, glared at Mo Qingyu, and turned his helping eyes to Fu Xuesong sitting on the viewing platform.

When Fu Xuesong saw Nie Wushuang's gaze, he knew his intention. He sighed and his body floated up.

Fu Xuesong stepped forward from Mo Qingyu, took Bu Yanyun and spit out spiritual energy to conduct a simple investigation of Bu Yanyun. Then he nodded to Nie Wushuang and said, "Don't worry, I can't die."

At this time, Nie Wushuang felt relieved. He said to Fu Xuesong with a little gratitude: "I'll leave it to you."

Mo Qingyu was swept out of the corner of his eyes. Thinking of Mo Qingyu's persecution at Bu Yanyun in the dense forest, Nie Wushuang shouted angrily: "Get out!"

Mo Qingyu clenched his teeth, and his eyes were full of anger and shouted, "I want to challenge you!"

Nie Wushuang ignored Mo Qingyu at all, looked at Bu Yanyun whom Fu Xuesong brought to the viewing platform, and murmured: "Either first or die!" At this time, he no longer wanted to talk much, turned around and walked slowly back to the Zongbi platform, his eyes closed slightly, and he fell into deep thought.

The world is full of our generation! Since fortune is so good that I, Nie Wushuang, will not retreat even if I die, I, Nie Wushuang, will not be able to retreat half a step. What is the joy of life? Why is death trouble? Once I enter the cultivation of the truth, life and death will be left out.

"That's Mo Qingyu." "Yes, it's their disciples of Cedar Hall," "No, I can't let this kid steal the first." The crowd started to discuss, and after a moment, someone shouted: "Mo Qingyu, you don't obey the rules, come back quickly." "Mo Qingyu, you are looking for death, Nie Wushuang belongs to all of us. Do you dare to stand up alone?" "Mo Qingyu, be careful that I will cut you with one knife." "Turn bastard Mo Qingyu, dare to take advantage of everyone?" "Everyone go together, cut Mo Qingyu to death first."

Mo Qingyu listened to the shouts in the crowd, knowing that he had committed public anger, and did not speak, and slowly walked towards the Cedar Hall square formation.

Applause suddenly spread in the square, and someone heard another shouting: "Okay, OK, Mo Qingyu has returned." "Everyone discusses how to divide it, right?" "Why don't you divide it according to the hall?" "You are so crazy. Thirteen halls are divided into one deputy hall master, what can you get?" "Why don't you give the order from the deacon to see who can grab it faster?" "Yes, yes, just do it." "Ten thousand people come forward together? What are you kidding?" "What do you think you should do?"

Nie Wushuang stood on the Zongbi stage with a gloomy face. At this time, his thoughts were flying, and he didn't care at all about what the people in the square were arguing about.

The location of the deputy hall master is very convenient.

The crowd was still noisy and there was still no order. At this time, even Tang Minghu dared not come forward easily. After all, once he went forward alone to challenge, he was likely to be angry with the public. He could guarantee to kill Nie Wushuang, but no one could guarantee to kill the next person on the field. What if someone came up in a group? So everyone was discussing and discussing the best way.

The entire Kaiye Plaza suddenly fell into a dilemma. Everyone wanted to go on stage to challenge Nie Wushuang, but no one dared to stand up and become the first one. Even if they knew they would win, no one dared to move.

Time passes by minute by minute.

"Everyone, if he can't discuss a plan, Nie Wushuang will automatically win the first place." "Hurry up, why don't you go up there first?" "Yes, yes, that's the case, Mo Qingyu, you are going to challenge Nie Wushuang just now? You have a grudge? You go up first!" "Yes, yes, you go up first, Mo Qingyu, you go up." "No, Mo Qingyu is from the Xuesong Hall. If he goes up and plays tricks, we can't be able to guard against it." "That's right, right, anyone from other halls, can't go up?" "You can't go up and have a too high cultivation level. This Nie Turtle is just the first level of foundation building." "You go up and the second level of foundation building is enough to deal with him."

At this time, in the Yuruntang square formation, Tang Minghu turned around and walked quickly behind his square formation.

Just as the crowd was quarreling one after another, a second-level disciple of the foundation building in Yuruntang suddenly flew to the front of the Zongbi platform. He was wearing a blue Yuruntang disciple costume and bowed to everyone and said, "There is not much time left. In this way, as long as everyone guarantees that the next person who goes up will not kill me, I will go up and chop Nie Wushuang for you. When you discuss the plan, it will not be too late to come to the Bidou platform to find me."

"Okay, that's it." "Are you from Yuruntang?" "What's your name?" "Okay, except for Cedar Hall, the other twelve deans have selected representatives and held a meeting on the left side of the square. Everyone should discuss how to divide Nie Wushuang." "Hurry up, his grandfather's. When the time comes, Nie Wushuang can automatically win the first place." "Boy, don't be defeated as soon as you come on the court!" "It doesn't matter if you lose. As long as Nie Wushuang can't stand three consecutive victories, his deputy hall master's welfare will still be for everyone."
Chapter completed!