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The dust on the ground rose up along with the energy from the saber, gradually enveloping his body, which could not be considered big. In addition to the occasional flickering of the dark green saber light, it gave the spectators a great visual impact. Every time when it rose up, the Second Elder would yell out a few times. It could be said that he had a lot of power.

When the young elders of the Myriad Cauldron Sect saw this, a smile appeared on their faces. Sixth Elder Han Qingxiu said to the people around him, "Second Elder Guan's Blue Flowing Water Mortal Technique is indeed extraordinary. For it to have such an imposing aura when used in handy, it is worthy of respect and admiration!" "It seems that I'll have to ask the Second Elder for guidance in the future if I have time."

At first, he did not understand the profound mystery behind it, but later, he finally realized the meaning behind it. She was waiting for him to strike her up. If she was injured or died from hitting his blade, it naturally had nothing to do with her …

Ye Cang Guang wanted to sit down on the ground and watch as his opponent swung his big blade up and down. From time to time, he would call out "Okay".

When Fang Rongtian saw the performance of the two on the stage, especially Zhuang Bijian's, he was so angry that his teeth began to itch. He thought that if the dignified Second Elder of the Myriad Cauldron Sect used such a despicable method to attract others to his side, they would definitely become a laughingstock if he were to spread the word … He wanted to stop him, but he also felt the same way about the Second Elder's situation. So what if it was him? Bai Wanjin was like a tiger staring covetously at its prey. Besides admitting defeat and giving up on the first round, what else could he do …

After a while, Ye Hidden Light couldn't help but think, could it be that this Second Elder didn't know how tired he was?

Thinking of this, Ye Hidden Light pressed his right hand against the ground and slowly sent the earth spirit power into the palm of his right hand. He could clearly see the surrounding geological structures within a radius of 500 feet; even a grain of sand could be seen clearly. What was even more peculiar was that the earth also contained a weak aura. When he felt the power of the earth spirit, he was as excited as if he had seen his ancestors. Ye Cangguang attempted to command them with his mind, but to his surprise, he was actually extremely obedient.

With this surprising discovery, Ye Hidden Light decided to help the Second Elder. After aiming at his position, he forcefully grabbed with his right hand, and a fist-sized rock flew out from between the Second Elder's legs, heading straight for his crotch.

The Second Elder was panting heavily, barely managing to keep his saber moves from dissipating. He suddenly felt that the ground below him moved, wanting to move in a certain position but it was too late. His buttocks moved backwards, barely dodging the vital parts, and the rock hit his chin heavily. The Second Elder felt as if his head sank, and the great blade that was originally dancing lost its rhythm in an instant, and what was even more terrifying was that it did not stop. Zhuan Bijian's eyes were tightly closed and his brows were tightly locked. Like a puppet with broken strings, he was engaged in a high-speed rotation, leaving without a trace. The sound of the blade hitting the ground could be heard for a long time. It disappeared into the distance with a sense of confusion. The Second Elder had fallen to the ground about ten meters away from Ye Cangguang.

Seeing this, Ye Hidden Light hurriedly stood up and said, "I didn't do anything. He was the one who was a little confused …"

Fang Rongtian was so angry that he could not speak. He cursed Zhuang Bijian more than once in his heart. Was this a competition? Or was he trying to show off? Would you like to match it with a Blow Dragon-Dragon-Singing Pills or something... Not only is he a member of my Myriad Tripod Sect, he is not a person of my status. Even my disappointing son, who was in his early twenties, knows what a high cultivation level is, and what a form domain is. What are you talking about? A hoodlum? I thought the dust rising from the ground was the boundary of the land, shit! [A rock can really stun you, it can really make you die from anger...]

"Hurry up and bring him back!"

Fang Rong Tian shouted out to both sides, and upon hearing that, the two young disciples immediately ran over to grab the Zhuang Biao who was unconscious on the ground.

Fang Rongtian let out the foul air in his chest, cupped his fist and said to Bai Wanjin, "Alliance Head Bai, our first match was a disadvantage, but in the next match we will send out some men. Other than those who have already gone on stage, the rest of you are free to fight." After that, he returned to his own faction and after a short while, he landed on the field alone. Ms. White saw that he was the old man she hated the most, and immediately stood up to fight. Bai Wanjin turned around and asked, "Have you recovered from your injuries?"

When Ms. White, who was eager to give it a try a moment ago, heard her father's words, she immediately became a little listless. She looked at Bai Wanjin with a shamed face. However, his father was by his side and did not make too much of a fuss. "On the contrary, Bai Xin'er stared at Ye Cangguang for a while before retracting her gaze.

Bai Wanjin once again turned his head to look at the arena, carefully examining the Great Elder. After that, he said in a gentle voice, "Don't ask, go and spar with Great Elder. Don't forget to not leave the Ten Thousand Cauldron Sect's Elder alone like in the previous match."

When he heard Bai Wanjin's order for him to go on stage, he stood up and tightened his belt, and then walked over to the Great Elder. The Great Elder was not the same as before. When he fought, there was less silence in his eyes, more vigilance, less peace, and more fighting spirit. He carefully sized up the person in front of him. He was around forty years old and was dressed in simple clothes. What was lacking in beauty was that there was an exceptionally eye-catching vertical scar in the middle of his forehead. In terms of strength, he had already made an appearance during the last three competitions, and now that more than ten years had passed, it was truly difficult to predict.

However, the Great Elder was still very confident in himself. Even though the Myriad Cauldron Sect was the weakest in terms of mystical Qi, with over seventy years of training, dealing with the person in front of him was not a problem.

Mo Wen didn't observe his opponent, his eyes seemed a little dull. Perhaps in his eyes, his opponent was his opponent, so it had nothing to do with his external forces.

"I'm Qiu Ming, please enlighten me!"

After the Great Elder announced the name, he suddenly made his move. His right hand wasn't beautiful, but it was capable of collapsing a mountain. Wherever the wind from his palm passed by, it left behind several marks on the green bricks on the ground.

Mo Wen didn't even move. Could it be that he was afraid? On the Myriad Cauldron Sect's side, there were many people who were skeptical.

Great Elder Qiu Ming also didn't understand. According to his understanding, when Ms. White beat him up to the point where he had no way to fight back, she was mainly relying on stimulation and pre-emption. Although the person in front of him might not be as good as Ms. White, he would not avoid it even if he wanted to. Was it because he was afraid of forgetting to dodge and was going to admit defeat the next moment? Bai Wanjin's disciple shouldn't have been such a useless person …

Could it be that he had to take a palm strike head on? Isn't this a little too much … With some speculation in mind, Qiu Ming's palm landed heavily on Mo Wen's body …