"Crack!!"

A muffled groan instantly came from Yue Yang's mouth. At this moment, his right arm was directly dislocated and Mu Yun threw him into the sky with one hand.

It wasn't over yet, Mu Yun then shot out a burst of purple light from his right fist, intending to hit Yue Yang.

At this time, a voice rang.

"Stop it."

The moment the sound appeared, a surge of spiritual power suddenly appeared in the center of the hall, making Mu Yun, who was about to punch, take a few steps back. The next moment, this spiritual power enveloped Yue Yang in mid-air.

, and slowly carried him to the side of the Wanling Sect disciples' table.

With the emergence of this spiritual power, He Shaoqiu slowly stood up and looked towards the main seat on the high platform of the hall.

"Master Situ, I wonder what your intention is in this competition between junior disciples?"

After hearing this, Situ Yun's eyes gradually turned ugly. Of course, there was the reason why Xuanyue Sect disciples were so heavy-handed during the sparring; but more importantly, it was He Shaoqiu, a junior, who dared to question him face to face.

reason.

"The competition is just for discussion, and it will end as soon as the point is reached. The winner has been decided just now, I wonder why you, a disciple of Yuexuan Sect, still want to make a heavy move? Do you want to destroy this disciple of mine?" Situ Yun's eyes were slightly cold,

Looking towards He Shaoqiu.

In response, He Shaoqiu smiled.

"Master Situ, what you said is a bit too much!"

"In this world, when a real battle begins, the opponent will spare his opponent's life just because he has won?!"

"It seems that Guizong's teachings on combat are a bit too whimsical!"

When He Shaoqiu's words appeared, the leaders of the other three sects all laughed.

"Haha, what Junior Nephew Shaoqiu said is so right. In a real battle, the opponent will still care whether he wins or not, and whether he kills the opponent is the most important thing!"

"That's right! It seems that Sect Master Situ and Guizong are really too soft-hearted in their teachings on combat! You know, it is common for our Yue Xuan Sect disciples to have their hands and feet broken during the competition. After all, this is

It’s a real competition!”

"From this point of view, I finally understand why your Wanling Sect can only be ranked third in Lingzhou! After all, the disciples of your Wanling Sect can't even bear this injury. No wonder you can always be ranked third.

In third place! Tsk tsk..."

There were bursts of harsh sounds from Yue Xuanzong, which made Situ Yun's eyes become more and more gloomy. Finally, he waved his hand and said coldly:

"Okay, since your noble sect has said so, I will admit defeat for my disciple in this battle!"

As soon as Situ Yun said these words, Yue Xuanzong and his party suddenly laughed.

Mu Yun immediately stood in the center of the hall, pretending to be helpless, and said to Situ Yun: "Oh, Master Situ, why didn't you tell me earlier? If you had told me earlier, that senior brother's arm would not have been dislocated!

"

"However, I really didn't expect that the monks at the eighth level of your sect's spiritual masters can't even defeat my monks at the sixth level of spiritual masters. How are they practicing?!"

Situ Yun turned a deaf ear to this statement, but directly asked He Shaoqiu coldly:

"Your Yue Xuan Sect and I, the Wan Ling Sect, have not visited each other for hundreds of years. If you suddenly come here today, you must not be here specifically for a discussion, right?"
Chapter completed!