"Su Yan! Where are you? Are you okay!" The voice of the invigilator came from an unknown direction deep in the mist.

"Zheng Wenlong, I'm warning you, our Qingcheng Palace has strict rules. If you dare to mess around, we won't let you go easy!"

Just when the middle-aged deacon was flying around like a headless fly, the fog suddenly began to slowly dissipate.

This moved him so much that he almost cried, and he didn't know what the hell this mist was. He immediately lost his way after entering, and couldn't even turn around and exit the Guihao venue.

The deacon had previously launched a communication spell into the air, but the signal disappeared before it reached a height of three meters. This made it impossible for him to ask Master Xingming to take action.

At this time, as the fog dissipated, the middle-aged deacon finally saw a "short" figure not far away.

He flew over in shock and doubt, "Zheng Wenlong! Bind your hands immediately! Where is Su Yan??"

When they arrived at their destination, the deacon couldn't help but be stunned.

Su Yan, who was standing in the pit, was also a little embarrassed. Covered in blood, he calmly took back the foot that was stepping on Zheng Wenlong, and "politely" stepped aside to salute.

"I've seen the deacon. Su Yan is fine."

"Uh, cough, cough," the middle-aged deacon couldn't help coughing, "It's fine."

After saying that, he didn't have time to ask what happened, and immediately jumped into the pit.

The deacon could tell at a glance that Zheng Wenlong was critically injured and was on the verge of death. If he did not receive treatment, he would die.

Of course, Su Yan didn't stop him when he saw this. He just retreated to the pit to meditate and adjust his breath. Although his injury was not too serious now, it was more of a sequelae caused by burning blood and essence.

But now the danger has not been completely eliminated, so we cannot be careless yet.

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Outside the martial arts arena, the onlookers didn't know what was going on inside. Ever since the silver-white light pillar went out, there has been no movement inside.

This also made the disciples in other examination rooms absent-minded. They slowly started practicing Tai Chi one by one, and at the same time, they had to guard against their opponents taking the opportunity to make a sneak attack.

Yu Yumo walked back and forth on the same spot and looked back, but he still couldn't see his senior brother.

Zhao Yan'er also frowned, and she murmured to herself, "Don't really kill me...

Xu Wei couldn't help but stepped forward and wanted to say something to Master Xing Ming.

But the real person just waved his hands expressionlessly, leaving her unable to say the words that came to her lips.

In this situation where many people were talking and waiting, suddenly, the situation in the field changed, and the thick black mist gradually dispersed.

At the same time, a voice sang from the sky outside the martial arts arena: "The master is here!"

Everyone immediately looked up and saw that such a bad thing actually alarmed the headmaster. Good guy, that Zheng Wenjun is dead.

I saw a group of white auspicious clouds flying over towards the back of the main peak without any hurry or slowness, not looking anxious at all.

Standing on the auspicious clouds are a group of Taoist cultivators, dressed in either Taoist or vulgar ways, and their skin reveals a precious light and jade luster.

But the old man at the head looked much more ordinary. His green preacher's robe was patched, and he looked kind-hearted, like a wandering Taoist priest.

After these people landed, everyone saw that there was a young girl standing behind the headmaster.

This woman was wearing a purple dress. She had a soft and charming face, her fair cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were watery, very clear and simple, like a girl who was not involved in the world.

Her skin is smooth and soft, her figure is graceful, her waist is slim, and her chest is very plump, tall and erect, far beyond that of women of the same age.

On her silky black hair, she wore a cloud-shaped golden walking sway, with gold ornaments and pearls swaying step by step as she walked down the clouds.

Such a fairy-like woman surprised many people with her temperament and appearance as soon as she appeared.

When it comes to appearance, among the women present, only Ningying from Tianxiang Peak seems to be able to compare with her.

In fact, there was also a real female person who came with her, but no one here dared to disrespectfully include her in the comparison, or even think about it.

As soon as the headmaster and others landed, although most people were attracted by the mysterious woman, they were cultivators after all and would not show any ugly appearance. At this time, they all saluted to the elders.

"Meet the leader, meet all the real people!"

The headmaster waved his hand to indicate to everyone that there was no need to be too polite. Behind him were three real people, Dongxu, Xuanping and Yuzhen.

Obviously, except for Xuan Yan and Gu Ningfeng who were in seclusion, all the elders who were watching the competition in the back mountain were all here at this moment.

Xing Ming just bowed his hand slightly to the headmaster and said nothing.

Instead, the woman in the purple skirt stepped forward and saluted him, "Master."

Her voice is soft and moist, and very pleasant.

Xing Ming, who had always been stern, showed a fatherly smile when he saw this disciple, "Why are you here?"

This woman is one of the three famous geniuses in Qingcheng Cave, Yourong.

At this time, she raised her head, opened her eyes slightly and said, "I heard that something happened to Su Yan. It happened that Xie Bingxin and Wudao were fighting right now, so I wanted to come over and have a look."

Xing Ming suddenly frowned, "Do you know Su Yan?"

"Ah," Yourong seemed to have just remembered this matter. She immediately covered her mouth and lowered her head.

"Okay, okay," the headmaster walked forward with a smile, "What happened? Why did Ning Feng, the eldest disciple, come to complain to me, saying that someone wanted to kill Su Yan?"

Xing Ming looked at the Guihao field where most of the fog had dissipated, "It was a good thing caused by a disciple named Zheng from our peak. He had some old grudges with Su Yan, so he got confused and did this in this quiz.

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"But it's okay now," Xing Ming pointed to several figures in the field, "Su Yan was slightly injured, nothing serious. Zheng Wenlong failed to steal the chicken, but was seriously injured by Su Yan."

The head teacher looked towards the field and saw that the invigilator was carrying a bloody and lifeless figure in black, walking towards this side.

Su Yan followed the deacon obediently. He was covered in blood, and even his face was splashed with blood. Those who didn't know better thought that Su Yan was the prisoner and Zheng Wenjun was the victim.

Others outside the venue also widened their eyes when they saw this scene. What is going on?!

Is this Zheng Wenlong such a loser? He finally managed to find a way to cover his eyes, to attack the unprepared when he was prepared, to attack the unprepared from the dark, and he was beaten half to death by Su Yan?

Or is Su Yan actually unfathomable, insanely strong, and hiding a deadly move?

Many disciples at the scene looked at me and I looked at you, and for a moment they wanted to have a discussion with each other.
Chapter completed!