The crowd was in an uproar, and everyone was moved. Even He Yanfeng in the distance couldn't help but glance at Mu Bei.

At the chairman's seat, Zhangfeng City Lord Yue Jingwu stood up with an angry look on his face, and said sternly: "Vicious thing!"

"If your skills are inferior to others, who can you blame? What are you so excited about?"

Mo Qianyuan sneered.

"Xiong Gaoyin has already admitted defeat, but he still resorts to heavy blows and acts ruthlessly, violating the rules of the competition. He should be deprived of the qualification to participate and be severely punished!"

Yue Jingwu shouted.

"Admit defeat?" Mo Qianyuan said calmly: "Who here heard Xiong Gaoyin shout the word admit defeat?"

Yue Jingwu said angrily: "If that vicious thing hadn't suppressed Xiong Gaoyin's mouth, he would have already said the word surrender!"

"Then you still didn't shout these two words?"

Mo Qianyuan Road.

"you……"

Yue Jingwu was speechless for a moment and couldn't find anything to say to refute.

Mu Bei glanced that way and walked off the ring.

Mu Yiyi immediately ran up to meet him.

"How's it going? Are you feeling happier?"

Mu Beirou smiled.

"Yes!" Mu Yiyi's pretty face was full of happiness. She threw herself into Mu Bei's arms and said with some choking, "Thank you, brother!"

"Silly girl, why are you thanking me? You are my dearest person. If anyone bullies you, I will cripple him!"

Mu Bei looked endearingly and stroked her shawl black hair.

Not far away, Du Qingyue looked at Mu Bei with some confusion, but this time he did not go up and pull Mu Yiyi away.

The competition continued, and the third round ended shortly after. There were still nine contestants from the seven cities.

After drawing lots and selecting one person to advance directly to the next round, the fourth round begins.

In this round of the competition, there are two people left in Puyun City, Mu Bei and Mo Shaogong. Unfortunately, they happened to be drawn for a duel.

"I surrender!"

Under the ring, Mo Shaogong paused and abstained directly.

Everyone was in an uproar. In the first three rounds of the competition, Mo Shaogong crushed him. His strength was obvious to all, he was very strong.

But now, he actually gave up directly!

"Brother Mo, your son is a high disciple of Cangyu Academy, and his cultivation has reached the peak of bone forging. Why did he just give up? The young man named Mu Bei can easily defeat Xiong Gaoyin, which is indeed impressive, but he should be worse than your master.

."

Ou Wenhong, the former lord of Xuan City, asked curiously.

Mo Qianyuan smiled and said: "Mo doesn't know, maybe the two of them have a very good relationship in private, and Quanzi doesn't want to compete with his friends, so he abstains."

"Oh, that's right?"

Ou Wenhong was suspicious and would not believe Mo Qianyuan's nonsense.

He looked at Mu Bei and narrowed his eyes. This boy is by no means simple!

However, just for a moment, his expression returned to normal.

So what if it’s not simple? After all, it’s impossible to defeat He Yanfeng!

He Yanfeng, who was at the peak of bone forging, had killed several people even in the early stage of accumulating blood, and he was about to reach the level of accumulating blood.

Compared with He Yanfeng, what does Mubei mean?

Mu Bei had long noticed that Ou Wenhong was sizing him up, and could roughly guess what the other person was thinking, but he didn't care.

The competition continued until sunset, when the last two contestants from the seven cities were left, Mu Bei and He Yanfeng!

This is how the championship competition was born!

The sky was getting dark, and the competition for the championship was particularly eye-catching. The seven city lords briefly discussed and decided to hold another final at noon tomorrow.

The crowd was excited and looking forward to it.

On the south side of the square, the shouts of the Panshui Merchant Alliance were even louder: "Come on, come on, let's place your bets! He Yanfeng will pay one for ten, and Mu Bei will pay ten for one. We have decided to leave, and the time will end tomorrow at midnight!"

Suddenly, a large group of people gathered there.

"You actually gave me a ten-for-one odds! Are you looking down on my brother?!" Mu Yiyi was unhappy and rushed over to take out all her savings over the years: "Twenty thousand taels to beat my brother, Mu Bei!"

"Damn girl, are you crazy? Get it back quickly!"

Du Qingyue was anxious. She had seen throughout the whole process that He Yanfeng was so powerful that even the strong men in the early stages of the Blood Containing Realm were probably no match for him.

"I don't!" Mu Yiyi ran to Mu Bei and said, "Brother, if you defeat He Yanfeng tomorrow, I believe you are better than him! Much better!"

Mu Bei chuckled: "Waiting for two hundred thousand."

"Bah! You said you were fat and you got breathless!"

Du Qingyue Qi Dao.

Mu Bei laughed, chatted with Mu Yiyi and left, arriving at Mu's Mansion not long after.

Returning to the small courtyard, he practiced Sword Seventy-Two as usual. The shadow of the sword crisscrossed the small courtyard, sharp and sharp.

In a blink of an eye, two hours passed, night covered the earth, and the sky was dotted with stars.

Putting away the Suzaku Sword, he used the "One Sword to Endless" technique to sort out his body's energy and blood.

…

In Tianfeng Tower, the most luxurious suite, the three leaders of the Panshui Merchant Alliance looked at the comprehensive betting slip in front of them, frowning in thought.

"He Yanfeng has 10 million, Mubei has 20 million."

He Yanfeng is extremely strong. After several rounds of competitions, many people know this, and there is at least a 90% chance of winning the first place in this competition.

Therefore, in this competition for the championship, they set a low odds of 1 to 10 for He Yanfeng, while they set a high odds of 10 to 1 for Mu Bei.

Based on experience, they know very well that when most people suppress He Yanfeng, there are always a small number of people who suppress Mu Bei due to speculation. After all, suppressing Mu Bei can bring ten times the reward, which is better than the reward of He Yanfeng.

The rate is so high, it's very tempting.

Based on various data from past years, they will definitely make money.

The more people oppress Mubei, the more they make.

The more people who suppress Mubei, the happier they will be.

But now, when they saw that He Yanfeng had ten million and Mu Bei had twenty million, they felt a little uneasy.

"Something weird!"

One of them wondered.

The other two people in charge nodded, and they became even more uneasy thinking about how Mo Shaogong had just admitted defeat when he met Mu Bei.

After a moment of silence, someone spoke up, with murderous intent looming in his eyes: "To be on the safe side, it's best to get rid of Na Mubei before the finals!"

In tomorrow's final, He Yanfeng must win without any mistakes.

Otherwise, Panshui Merchant Alliance will lose the total net profit of the past seven years.

And as the people in charge this time, they will never end well.

The three of them looked at each other and nodded, with murderous intent surging in their eyes.

"Zhou Yi will go with me to prepare. Song Qiang, you stay here to deal with other matters."

"good!"

Soon, two people left the house.

In the next room, Liu Yanqing narrowed his eyes and left quickly. Soon he arrived at Mubei's courtyard and briefly informed him of what he had heard.

"Thank you, Manager Liu, for informing me personally."

Mubei thanked him.

"Young Master Mu is being polite, you should be." Liu Yanqing apologized: "I'm sorry to say it, but this matter is mainly related to me. Of the twenty million, fifteen million was bet by the adults after my death. In addition,

, City Lord Mo seems to have secretly bet three million."

"It doesn't matter."

Mu Bei smiled.

Liu Yanqing also laughed, and then said solemnly: "Mr. Mu, the two people from the Panshui Merchant Alliance are already making preparations. Their cultivation levels are in the middle stage of accumulating blood, which is very strong! Does Mr. Mu have a way to deal with it? What do I need to do next?"

"Thank you, Manager Liu, for your kindness, but it doesn't matter, I can handle it."

Mubei Road.
To be continued...