As the boy from Donglin Academy took action, the battle on the stage began. Although Xiao Zheng was fat, his figure was still flexible. The key was that his aura was relatively thick.
After all, he is already in his forties and the other is only in his teens. Even in the same realm, there is a certain difference.
However, that young man was faster, and it was easy for Xiao Zheng to deal with him.
The fight between the two was quite fierce, but the difference in strength was not big, and it was not interesting to watch, causing people in the stands to divert their attention.
Only a few people sitting nearby were still watching, and most of these people had placed bets on the victory of Donglin Academy.
Mu Qianyu leaned back slightly, resting his hands on the back of his head, barely crossing his legs.
Because the emperor was present and the occasion was relatively serious, she did not take out the melon seeds to eat, which was also a small regret.
The two people on the arbitration table seemed to have caught the subtle movements here, and actually turned their heads slightly to look over at the same time.
Li Nanming's expression was serious and solemn.
Beichenye's eyes were ascetic and deep.
This is the airs that two people have to put on in order to cooperate with their status as arbitration.
However, Mu Qianyu felt as if he had been caught for deserting in class, and weakly sat up straight.
When the two of them saw this, a faint smile flashed across their eyes.
The arbitration table was the focus of everyone's attention. When they moved, all the forces participating in the conference and the spectators would follow suit.
So almost everyone unconsciously looked to one side, where the competition between Donglin Academy and Daxuan Dynasty was taking place.
They didn't know the specific point where the two arbitrators' gazes landed. They could only conclude that they were looking in this direction, and they also showed admiration.
So people soon focused their attention on the two people fighting on the stage. After watching it for a while, they found that neither of them seemed to have any extraordinary strength.
The young man from Donglin Academy suddenly received such attention, and he felt a little flustered for a moment. Although he received the instruction that he must lose before going on stage, he still had to pretend at first.
But now he can no longer control the field. He is so out of control that he can't find the rhythm of the battle at all.
Xiao Zheng was old and calm. Knowing that the opportunity had come, he shook the sword in his hand and knocked the young man off the stage who had been forced to the edge of the ring.
The major forces and the spectators in the stands looked puzzled. Why should this strength make the arbitration sit up and take notice?
Mu Qianyu raised his eyebrows slightly. He didn't expect Xiao Zheng to win this round, so he sent a message to Ji Lin in the front row: "Your Excellency, Prime Minister, is it okay to change the order of appearance now?"
Ji Lin was very puzzled when he received the news, and replied after a moment: "The lineup has been determined for a long time, but now it's too late."
"Okay." Mu Qianyu blinked and sat up straight again.
The two gentlemen on the arbitration stage seemed to have noticed her uneasiness and looked away one after another.
Mu Qianyu breathed a sigh of relief, but did not dare to move for fear that the two of them would look over again.
The Daxuan Dynasty was extremely excited at this moment, and the emperor repeatedly warned Mo Zixu before he appeared that he must use his full strength, as the hope of success or failure lies with him.
Mo Zixu also nodded solemnly and walked towards the battlefield. He was facing the weakest disciple of Donglin Academy this time. If he performed exceptionally, he would have a chance.
Daxuan had never won in a group arena in the past fifty years, so maybe he was the one to create the myth.
He took a deep breath and stood firmly on the ring, holding the hammer tightly in his hand.
On the other hand, Donglin Academy was still calm, even the disciples who were about to face him had a calm expression on their faces, as if the defeat in the first two rounds had no impact on him.
Everyone here at Daxuan is already excited. This year there are calm people like Nangong Zhi and Xiao Zheng, and this is the closest they have come to success.
Just one more victory, just one more victory will be enough!
So everyone stared at the stage, especially Emperor Daxuan. He prayed to heaven, and he was willing to trade his fifty years of luck as long as he could win this time.
After losing for too many years, he urgently needed to raise his head once and give an explanation to the people of Daxuan.
After this battle ended, more and more people paid attention to this arena, because a dynasty fighting against a middle-ranked celestial sect would definitely lose.
Unexpectedly, Daxuan unexpectedly won two upsets in a row. If he won again, he would have won the final victory.
This is a rare reversal, and people want to see the excitement.
The battle on the field had already begun. Mo Zixu was in great momentum and took the initiative to attack, hitting the opponent's head with a hammer repeatedly.
Leng Xinyue next to Mu Qianyu also held a pair of small pink fists and kept cheering because as long as Mo Zixu won, she would not have to play.
Nangong Zhi on the other side reminded calmly: "Get ready, you will come up later."
"Ah?" Leng Xinyue looked confused: "Cousin, this is just the beginning, and I think Mr. Mo Xiaohou is very promising."
Nangong Zhi did not respond, as if she just wanted to mention it casually,
Mu Qianyu holds the same view. The strength of Donglin Academy lies in the impact of spiritual power in the body, which is unique to their martial arts.
But Mo Zixu was just bluffing.
If I had known earlier, she would have appeared fourth.
"Be careful." Mu Qianyu reminded Leng Xinyue.
As expected, Mo Zixu failed to capture the force with a strong attack, but consumed a lot of spiritual energy. The other disciple seized this opportunity to counterattack, and the long sword turned out waves of air. The air waves immediately lifted Mo Zixu back again and again.
The young disciple seemed to have a lot of combat experience. He took advantage of the situation and quickly broke through Mo Zixu's defense line.
"Bang!"
After several moves, Mo Zixu rolled and fell from the ring in order to dodge a sword attack, his head fell down and his stomach was not good.
"Hahahahaha." A burst of laughter immediately erupted from the stands.
Emperor Daxuan's face turned green. If the ancestors of the Mo family had not contributed to the country, he would not let a loser like Mo Zixu occupy a quota.
Qin Chuan under him is obviously more valuable to cultivate.
And the last two who competed were only at the Grandmaster level, and they were facing the first and second-ranked experts of the opponent. How could they be their opponents?
Daxuan's side suddenly lost all momentum after using up its three trump cards, and had no hope for the next competition.
Xiao Zheng and Mu Qianyu were sitting in a row. At this time, his eyes were looking at Mu Qianyu from time to time, with a faint sarcastic smile on his face.
He won a game without affecting the final result of the competition and still stole the show. But Mu Qianyu was different. She was facing a dead end.
Leng Xinyue did not escape the stage, but she did not have much fear. Although she was young, she stood up with a heroic spirit with her sword.
The ministers below all praised Leng Guogong one after another, saying that he was worthy of being called the tiger girl of the general.