"I have nothing to do. Why don't you, the Saint of the Qin Sect, play a song?"
Mu Feng smiled and said, "I heard that the Saint of the Qin Sect held a piano performance at Zimu Lake that day. I arrived too late and was unable to catch up. It's a pity now that I think about it."
"Master Mufeng is also interested in piano music?"
Nian Yiren was stunned for a moment and asked Mu Feng curiously.
In the previous battle, she had already deeply realized the power of Mu Feng.
No matter what tricks I try, it will be of no avail.
Just stay still and stop making small moves.
If Mu Feng is really angered, there's no telling whether Mu Feng will kill her.
"I can't say I'm interested."
Mufeng touched his nose, looked at Nian Yiren and said, "Isn't this just idleness? If you don't want to, then that's it. Don't force it, don't force it."
"It is a little girl's honor to be able to contribute music to the young master."
Nian Yiren smiled slightly and placed the guqin in front of her.
As the ten fingers moved, the beautiful piano sound came out and echoed in this space.
It was only a moment before and after the two of them had fought, and it was still quite a while before half an hour.
Nian Yiren can't cross the Black River yet, and Mu Feng can't return to the stone chair.
Everyone on the other side of the Black River was more or less speechless when they saw the scene in the enclosed space.
Waiting for the song of Miss Miss to end, the barrier of Heihe River happened to disperse.
"Mr. Mufeng, it's time for the little girl to leave."
Nian Yiren put away the guqin and said to Mu Feng very politely.
"Your piano is not bad."
Mu Feng smiled and waved his hand, "Go!"
Nian Yiren smiled bitterly, did not respond to Mu Feng, turned around and crossed the Black River.
Mu Feng had no intention of staying here, and returned to the No. 6 stone chair with his feet trembling.
In the third match of the fourth round, Huang Ru played.
There are only three people he can choose.
White disease, boundless wilderness, Lingmang.
In the second round, he was already in a desperate situation.
That battle ended in a draw.
This result is obviously unsatisfactory.
After hesitating for a moment, he made a decision.
This battle will be fought again in the wilderness!
"This emperor is so persistent that he wants to fight against Huang Wu Bian again!"
"Huang Ru has always regarded Huang Wubian as his old enemy. He has been suppressed by the army for more than ten years. He must be feeling very uncomfortable, right?"
"Judging from the previous battle, Huang Wubian's strength is not much stronger than Huang Ru's. It's normal for Huang Ru to feel uncomfortable."
People on the other side of the Black River saw Huang Ru choosing Huang Wu Bian again, and started talking among themselves.
Amidst the discussion, Huang Wubian appeared in the closed space. Neither he nor Huang Ru was talking nonsense, as if they had reached some kind of tacit understanding, they immediately started a fierce battle.
The two of them had just fought for a stick of incense, and Huang Ru felt something was wrong, and gradually fell into a disadvantage. After another battle for a stick of incense, he was firmly suppressed by Huang Wubian.
This situation was undoubtedly something that Huang Ru had never expected.
As Huang Wubian exerted his strength, Huang Ru began to be unable to resist.
In the end, I had to choose to cross the Black River and ended my trip to the secret place.
The final battle of the fourth round was between Bai Ji and Ling Mang.
If given a choice, Bai Ji would not look down on a swordsman like Ling Man at all.
Because Ling Mang is a member of the Ling Saint Clan, he has had the best resources and the best teachers since he was a child, but lacks real life and death experience.
But half an hour after fighting with Ling Mang, he realized how extraordinary Ling Mang was.
Life experience brought Lingman not only resources, but also talents.
The most obvious one is the bloodline of the Ling family’s holy clan!
Ling Mang can be cultivated by the Ling Saint Clan.
To a large extent, it is also because of his powerful sword cultivation talent!
Bai Ji finally lost to Ling Mang, a regrettable defeat!
But this does not mean that Bai Ji is not as strong as Ling Mang.
It's just that in terms of swordsmanship understanding, he is slightly inferior to Ling Meng.
After four rounds of fighting, there were only four people left in the God's Tomb.
Ling Tian, Mu Feng, Huang Wu Bian, Ling Mang.
Two are from the military realm, and two are from the sword realm.
"When the battle reaches four people, isn't the battle in the Tomb of Gods over yet?"
"The rules of the Tomb of the Gods didn't seem to explain it before. How many people will it take for the battle to end?"
"I don't know who among the four of them is so lucky to win the last chance."
People on the other side of the Black River looked at the four people sitting in meditation on the stone chairs and began to speculate among themselves.
After waiting for an hour, the four of them woke up from the stone chairs at the same time.
At this time, the same memory appeared in their minds.
Memories about the fifth and final round of rules in the Tomb of Gods.
Four people fight in pairs and choose their opponents.
There is no time limit for these two battles, and you can choose to admit defeat at any time by crossing the Black River.
The two people who win in the end will get the last chance at the secret realm of Qingyun Mountain.
"Junior brother, shall we two have a fight?"
Mu Feng, among the four, was the first to speak and turned to Ling Tian.
"No!"
Ling Tian shook his head and decisively rejected Mu Feng.
He knows his senior brother very well.
Mu Feng, like him, must now know the rules of the final round of battle in the Tomb of Gods.
Now I actively invite him to fight, firstly because I want to test his strength, and secondly because I want to give him the last chance of Qingyun Mountain!
Opportunities are earned by oneself.
He is confident that he can win the opportunity with his own ability, so why should Mu Feng give in?
In addition, if the final opportunity of Qingyun Mountain’s secret realm is given, there must be someone who can share it equally with him.
He hoped that this person was Mu Feng!
Seeing Ling Tian's decisive refusal, Mu Feng shrugged his shoulders to express his helplessness, but he had no intention of forcing anything.
Ling Tian then turned to look at Ling Man, and actively challenged him to a fight, "Ling Man, are you willing to fight with me?"
"A fight with you? I wish I could!"
Ling Mang glanced at Ling Tian and raised the corner of his mouth into a smile.
However, he did not immediately get up and rush to the closed space. He glanced at Mu Feng and the two of them asked, "Will they agree?"
"Since my junior brother wants to fight you, how can I, my senior brother, not agree?"
Mu Feng smiled and said, then turned to look at Huang Wubian, "You can be considered my junior brother's senior brother, right?"
"You guys fight!"
Huang Wubian thought about it for a moment, and then uttered an indifferent voice.
For that matter, it doesn't matter who you fight.
If he loses to Mu Feng, it will only prove that he has no chance to meet the secret realm of Qingyun Mountain.
"Thank you two senior brothers!"
Ling Tian stood up from the stone chair and hugged his fists towards Mu Feng and Huang Wubian.
Then he stepped forward and appeared in the air into the enclosed space.
Ling Mang didn't hesitate when he saw this and immediately followed Ling Tian.
The two figures were a hundred meters apart, standing opposite each other.
Ling Tian took out the sword and held it in his hand.
At this time, Ling Man suddenly said to Ling Tian, "Before the battle, I have a question to ask you."
"Is that what it's about?"
How could Ling Tian not know what Ling Man was thinking at this time?
The arm holding the sword trembled, fluorescent light flashed, and the Sword Saint's body bloomed.
And at the same time, he also released his dark realm.
"Sword Saint Body! Dark Realm!"
Seeing that Ling Tian was not shy, Ling Mang's eyes narrowed slightly.
After experiencing Ling Tian's Sword Saint Body and the Dark Realm up close, he already had the answer in his heart, "It seems that you are really a member of the Ling family in Jiangning City, and a collateral descendant of my Ling family's holy clan! It's just that the Ling family in Jiangning City appears.
Why didn't people like you report this to the Ling Holy Clan? Instead of sending you to the Ling Holy Clan, they even allowed you to join the Wuji Holy Land?"