Long Sizhan looked at Zhang Bao from the side. Zhang Bao picked up a cup of tea and blocked his face. Long Sizhan took a deep breath and said, "The result is not decided, and everything you say is useless. Master Tong, I also want to know, where do you get the confidence that your son can beat my disciple?" Bai Xiaochuan snorted coldly: "Although Longjian Villa has set a lot of rules, there are also many things you didn't expect!"

Yang Tiantai said with an Oh, "Please tell the White House." Bai Xiaochuan glanced at Yang Tiantai and said slowly, "My son has a magic armor that does not break. I wonder if this is considered a violation!" Long Sikun and others were all shocked - they did not break the demon armor, ordinary swords and guns, and the five elements in the mortal world are rare treasure armor. Long Sikun and Yang Tiantai thought for a moment, and immediately knew the origin of the armor, and they slowly frowned.

Long Sizhan smiled and said, "This Demon Armor is a treasure that is invincible. It is really a gift from the White House Lord to be lucky enough to get it!" Long Sizhan didn't know Shu Jiu's matter, and thought that Bai Xiaochuan was talking nonsense. Long Sikun and Yang Tiantai knew the whole story, and they both thought to themselves: "A slight loss is a thousand miles apart. Bai Xiaochuan's son actually has the Demon Armor without breaking! In this way, only the Ju Luo Jian in Wushuang's hand can fight with Yi... It's really dangerous to be a war with Bai Yisheng!"

That night, Long Sikun found Zhang Tingmu. Zhang Tingmu looked at Long Sikun who wanted to speak but stopped, and asked with some confusion: "Master, what's the matter with finding Tingmu?" Long Sikun moved the corners of his mouth and sighed: "Tingmu, for tomorrow's competition, you... just do your job." Zhang Tingmu closed his lips tightly and asked: "Tingmu is daring, why?" Long Sikun sighed and raised his hands behind his back: "Bai Yisheng has a treasure on his body, I'm afraid you won't hurt him." Zhang Tingmu nodded and said: "Tongmu is responsible for reminding me, Tingmu is very appropriate."

On the morning of the 21st, the competition was held as scheduled. The first game between Zhang Tingye and Wen Guzhi. In addition to Tong Tianbing, Bai Xiaochuan and Qiu Luoxiu, many celebrities from the world and their families and their disciples were also present. Mu Wushuang and Li Yu stared at Bai Yanyan in plain brocade robe with an unkind look on their faces. Bai Yanyan also looked at them a few times and turned her head over. Wen Guzhi stood opposite Zhang Tingye, staring at Lu Xianping for a moment, and then suddenly said to Long Sizhan and Wang Lingyi: "President, Grand Master, I admit defeat in this competition."

Wang Lingyi asked a little strangely, "Good, don't you compare?" Wen Guzhi nodded: "Good knows that he is not the opponent of several senior brothers, and he can't beat Junior Brother Zhang. Why not let Junior Brother Zhang keep some strength and become the majesty of my Nine Sword Pavilion!" Wen Guzhi finished speaking, knelt down on the ground and kowtowed and said, "Disciple does not abide by the rules, I hope Master Wang and the Grand Master will punish you!"

Lu Xianping looked at Wen Guzhi nodded, but Long Sizhan looked at Wen Guzhi with a cold face. After a moment, he said lukewarmly: "Everyone has their own ambitions - okay, I won't make things difficult for you. It's just Mr. Lu, take care of your apprentice!" Lu Xianping hurriedly said: "Xianping follows the teachings of uncle junior!" Then Lu Xianping took Wen Guzhi back to the crowd with a look of relief. Zhang Tingye glanced at Mu Wushuang and retreated back to the crowd and stood behind Zhang Xiuwen.

Zhang Xiuwen smiled slightly and said, "Ye'er, I've succeeded one more step." Zhang Tingye thought of Su Xiaoyu's smile and couldn't help but show a hint of joy. Mu Wushuang and Tong Yinzheng had already stood on the competition field. Mu Wushuang had seen Tong Yinzheng fight with Zhang Xi and knew that he could have the inner strength of the Demon Bird Flying Claw and Sanjiu Fengjiang.

Tong Yinzheng looked very similar to Tong Tianbing, especially his arrogant attitude, which was exactly the same. Mu Wushuang clasped his fists and said, "Young Master Tong, I'll understand." Tong Yinzheng looked at Ju Luojian in Mu Wushuang's hand, and subconsciously frowned. Mu Wushuang threw Ju Luojian behind him, and Ju Luojian fell steadily on the weapon stand.

A trace of surprise flashed in Tong Yin's eyes, and Mu Wushuang slowly turned his fingers: "Since my friend is naked, I will naturally not take advantage of you!" At this time, the admiration around him was endless. Many famous masters probably couldn't do the skill of throwing the sword. Tong Yinzheng still didn't say a word, but he also became cautious. Although he knew that Mu Wushuang didn't give his full strength in the first few competitions, Mu Wushuang's strength seemed to have exceeded his imagination.

Tong Yin was slowly pulling out his posture, and two balls of cold mist appeared in his palms. The masters of Jiujian Pavilion were shocked: "This child is young, and Sanjiu Fengjiang's internal skills are so proficient? It seems that he has kept his hands before." Only Long Sizhan looked at Mu Wushuang with a smile. Seeing that Tong Yin was using Sanjiu Fengjiang's internal skills, Mu Wushuang directly used the internal strength of Tianyang Zhendian without a moment of hesitation. In a moment, the whole palms turned red, and the slight heat wave made Mu Wushuang's figure twist.

Mu Wushuang practiced the Purple Elephant Magical Art, and then practiced the Tianyang True Classic naturally achieved twice the result with half the effort. Tong Yinzheng was slightly stunned, and then stared at Mu Wushuang fiercely: Tianyang True Classic is the nemesis of Yin and Cold internal skills. Mu Wushuang instantly used such deep internal skills. Tong Yinzheng, who had been practicing Sanjiu Fengjiang for more than ten years, was likely to be defeated by him. Tong Tianbing, who was sitting outside the competition venue, saw Mu Wushuang exerting the internal skills of Tianyang True Classic. He was stunned for a moment with disbelief on his face, and then suddenly looked at Long Sizhan on the main seat, which was facing Long Sizhan's eyes.

Tong Tianbing looked at Long Sizhan with a sarcastic look, and couldn't help but grit his teeth. Seeing that Tong Yinzheng had no intention of taking action first, Mu Wushuang raised his right fist and used a move from Yuxie Yunyan's palm to attack Tong Yinzheng. Tong Yinzheng's five fingers were clawed, and his arm suddenly stretched out about a foot to grab Mu Wushuang's right fist. Mu Wushuang suddenly turned his fist into a palm, and Tong Yinzheng couldn't dodge, and was slapped by Mu Wushuang's palm. After a muffled sound, white mist as big as a square table rose into the air from the competition venue.

Tong Yin gritted his teeth and tsk, but Mu Wushuang looked calm, and his left palm quietly slashed at Tong Yinzheng's right flank. Tong Yinzheng hurriedly stretched out his left palm and collided with the anti-current situation of Mu Wushuang's left hand. Mu Wushuang felt a chill and rushed into his tendons, but in an instant he was transformed by the hot pure yang internal energy. On the contrary, Tong Yinzheng's face turned red and hurriedly took a few steps back, stretched out his right hand and pinched his left wrist tightly.

Zhang Xiuwen looked at Mu Wushuang with a complicated expression, and silently said in his heart: "Uncle Master must have taught him the Tianyang True Classic... But he learned this bastard too quickly! Only a few days? This is impossible! Unless... unless this bastard has the foundation of the Purple Elephant Divine Art!" Thinking of this, Zhang Xiuwen suddenly frowned, and remembered that every time he fought with Mu Wushuang in the past two months, Mu Wushuang looked unsatisfied. Looking at Mu Wushuang now casually and freely using the internal strength of the Tianyang True Classic, Zhang Xiuwen realized that Mu Wushuang had already practiced the Purple Elephant Divine Art.

At this time, Mu Wushuang was surrounded by heat waves, and her clothes were rolling slightly with the heat waves. Tong Yinzheng's eyes showed a hint of hesitation, and Tong Tianbing's five fingers had already been deeply grasped into the hardwood Grand Master's chair. Mu Wushuang put on the posture of Tiangang's hand, and Tong Yinzheng's eyes flashed with fierce light, and his five fingers flew towards Mu Wushuang's eyes. Mu Wushuang pushed away Tong Yinzheng's demon bird's flying claws with his right hand, and slapped Tong Yinzheng's right shoulder with his left palm.

Tong Yinzheng quickly flashed back, and Mu Wushuang's Tiangang hand rubbed Tong Yinzheng's collarbone. Tong Yinzheng suddenly felt that the collarbone was as painful as it was broken. Mu Wushuang's left hand fell steadily, and immediately changed his palms into a fist and used a move of Tiansha to be kind. The fist wind swept the scorching heat wave and hit Tong Yinzheng's right chest, and saw that Tong Yinzheng had nowhere to hide. Tong Tianbing crushed the armrest of the Taishi chair in his hand, and rushed towards Mu Wushuang's back like an arrow.

Just as Tong Tianbing was about to scratch Mu Wushuang's back, a white palm gently pinched Tong Tianbing's wrist and lifted it up. Tong Tianbing suddenly felt that his internal strength was completely lost. Tong Tianbing looked calm and saw Long Sizhan blocking him with a wicked smile on his face. Tong Tianbing didn't care that Long Sizhan had his pulse and hurriedly leaned out to see Tong Yinzheng.
Chapter completed!