"Isn't it? The leader of Niuzhai must have let things go, right? How is that possible?"
"How is it impossible? That's the Illuminati Sect!"
"Good guy, I watched the moon worship ceremony a few days ago. I thought this saint was just beautiful, but I didn't expect her martial arts to be so strong!"
"That's right! Our Royal Highness the Saint, that is the most perfect existence!"
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The people in the audience were whispering, but Wen Ranran just walked back calmly and glanced at Xia Lihong, who nodded slightly to her.
After the first game, the second game is between Master Fang Jing and Ye Shaohua of the current Lingxiao Alliance. Both of them are fighting at the peak level, but after all, they are our own people, so it shouldn't be too much.
At least that's what Wen Ranran thought, and so did Xia Lishuang, Xia Liyuan, Ye Lingxiao and Du Fantian.
However, the style of painting of these two people clearly belongs to the battle between martial arts masters, and Wen Ranran always feels a little strange about Ye Shaohua for some reason.
The other party is a generation older than Ye Lingxiao, and can be regarded as Ye Junmeng's grandfather.
It's just that from the time they entered the scene until now, the three people in the Lingxiao Alliance haven't said a word. This is obviously against common sense.
After all, the healthy relationship between a sect should be like that of Xuanyi Pavilion today. No matter how bad it is, it is still the relationship between Xia Liyuan and Shen Tong.
Moreover, for so many years, Master Ye Shaohua has been weighed down by a junior. I wonder if Master Ye Shaohua feels too happy?
Wen Ranran's prediction came true.
As soon as the two people came on stage, Master Fang Jing took back his Zen staff and replaced it with an iron rod that looked extremely heavy. Ye Shaohua was also carrying a long sword, making it clear that they were going to fight with real swords and guns.
Posture.
It's not easy... Although it is said that one will always be eliminated, but... Just like Wen Ranran's battle with Niu Daben just now, most discerning people will not choose to bring weapons to the field after knowing that they are cooperating with the other organization.
Or even just click through.
That's all for Fang Jing. It's an iron rod. As long as the force is controlled well, it can guarantee that it won't hurt anyone. But what happened to Ye Shaohua's sword?
Qiu Nan, who was captured to be the host, had just finished speaking, and just as he started, Ye Shaohua struck out with his sword and rushed out. Fortunately, Master Fang Jing was not a vegetarian, and his long stick could only block the opponent's attack.
There was also a hint of surprise between his eyebrows.
Ye Shaohua turned a deaf ear and rushed forward again like a ghost.
Master Fang Jing frowned and could only resist with his stick.
Most of the people in the audience were applauding, but the faces of the group of people on the stage were very ugly. Ye Shaohua's serious and desperate behavior had basically left the scope of the competition.
"Sect Master Du... I'm sorry!" Ye Lingxiao's face was as dark as water, and he apologized to Du Fantian.
Du Fantian seemed to have noticed something, and just shook his head with a smile, "Master Fang Jing's martial arts should be higher than that of Master Ye. Now if the two of them can stand on a tie, it wouldn't be a bad thing for us!"
Ye Lingxiao nodded heavily.
Sure enough, this battle lasted for two sticks of incense. After two sticks of incense, Master Fang Jing had a scratch on his neck from the sword energy, and Ye Shaohua was also hit by the fine iron rod.
He vomited a mouthful of blood.
Both of them stood there, feeling uncomfortable.
Master Fang Jing took back his iron rod, glanced at Ye Shaohua, said nothing, and just said Amitabha.
"Master Ye is very skilled, but if we continue to fight like this, we will have to fight tooth and nail... My sects value peace, so we should leave the venue to the young people. What do you think?"
Ye Shaohua let out a deep breath.
After fighting for such a long time, he also knew that the other party had no murderous intentions at all. If he really had murderous intentions, then he would definitely be the one who fell to the ground seriously injured today.
In desperation, I could only nod my head reluctantly.
Master Fang Jing touched the blood marks on his neck and looked at Qiu Nan aside.