"Lost! Master, he actually lost, to a guy that he had completely ignored before?"
The old man of the Ji family looked at Ji Feiyu who was kneeling on the ground with gray eyes, and his head was buzzing.
If before today, someone said that Ji Feiyu would lose to Yang Mu, he would just think it was a joke, but now the facts are before his eyes.
"If I'm not mistaken, I have already won?"
Yang Mu didn't hear the voice announcing the victory and turned to look at the old man from Nantianmen who was hosting the ancient martial arts conference.
The old man was startled, came back to his senses, looked at Yang Mu in shock, nodded and said: "Yes, you won!"
"In this case, according to the previous bet, this sword belongs to me."
Yang Mu looked at the Chengying Sword in his hand. It had no blood on it and was still bright and clean.
Ji Feiyu's body trembled, and he looked at Yang Mu, glaring at him, but unable to say anything to ask him to return the sword.
"Stop! That is the sword of my Ji family. Why did you take it away and give it back to me? If not -" the old man of the Ji family looked ugly and threatened.
After hearing this, people looked at him with contempt and ridicule.
Previously, Ji Feiyu had made it clear that he would never keep his word, but now that he was defeated, he refused to admit it?
"Do you mean to say that Ji Feiyu just farted and what he said cannot be accurate. Is it possible that you Ji family members are so shameless that you have the nerve to go back on your word in front of everyone?"
Before Yang Mu answered, Long Qi's cold voice sounded, and he spoke very rudely.
The old man of the Ji family was speechless.
Yang Mu walked down from the ring with the Shadow Sword, came to Long Qi, and handed the Shadow Sword to her.
"What do you mean?" Long Qi was stunned and looked at him doubtfully.
Yang Mu smiled nonchalantly and said: "Compared to Cheng Ying, I already have Chi Xiao that suits me better. This sword is in my hand and can only be used for collection. I might as well give it to you."
Long Qi was not happy, and frowned: "Why did you give it to me instead of giving it to someone else?"
Tang Long and others on the side were speechless. Our seventh lady from Nantianmen is undoubtedly a straight woman. The questions she asked were simply too upright.
"Because I think this one is quite suitable for you. Like you, it is too beautiful and gives people a cold feeling."
Yang Mu answered equally straightforwardly and added in a low voice:
"Furthermore, if you accept this sword, then the matter between you and Ji Feiyu will be completely ruined and irreversible! It is up to you to decide whether you want to accept it or not."
Long Qi also thought of something, turned around and saw that everyone in the Ji family was looking this way with annoyance, while the others had ambiguous looks on their faces.
The Chengying Sword originally belonged to Ji Feiyu, but now it was snatched away by Yang Mu to give to her, Ji Feiyu's fiancée.
It would be better if she didn't accept it. If she did, it would be equivalent to dyeing Ji Feiyu's head the color of grass in front of everyone.
As a top ancient martial arts family, the Ji family naturally values face, so the matter between her and Ji Feiyu will inevitably come to an end.
"If you put it like that, I still have to have this Shadow Bearing Sword. Although that guy is so self-righteous that it's disgusting, I really like this sword."
Long Qi stretched out his hand and took the Chengying Sword.
Seeing this, people made an uproar again. When they looked at everyone in the Ji family, their eyes were full of ridicule and teasing.
The old man of the Ji family trembled with anger and said angrily:
"What a Nantianmen, what a Yang Mutian! After a long time, getting engaged to our young master, and asking our young master to be merciful, all with evil intentions, just to make our Ji family look embarrassed in front of the world?
This matter will definitely never end! You Nantianmen are powerful, but our Ji family is not easy to mess with. We will get back the Chengying Sword one day, and your Chixiao Sword, sooner or later it will belong to our Ji family. Let’s go.
Let’s see!”
The old man said a few harsh words and left with the other two members of the Ji family, taking the lost Ji Feiyu with him, and disappeared in front of people.
People were talking excitedly. They didn't expect that if they came today, they would not only see strong men fighting each other, but also such emotional disputes. It was very enjoyable.
People in the ancient martial arts world are also mortal bodies, and they also like gossip.
As expected, what happened today will soon spread in the ancient martial arts world.
"That guy actually had an affair with Miss Seven of Nantianmen? I remember, didn't he have a relationship with him a long time ago? She was a woman with very... well, a figure slightly better than mine. Bah! What a woman.
You’re a big carrot and a stinky man!”
Xue Ningyu murmured in a low voice, but in her heart she was extremely envious of Yang Mu for being so prominent on such an occasion.
Why doesn't she hope that she can get on the stage and become famous all over the world?
It's a pity that, without that ability, she is not even qualified to go on stage.
"Miss! Miss is awake!"
Surprised sounds came from the crowd in the Tang family.
Tang Ling, who fell into a coma, finally woke up.
When she learned from the Tang family that Yang Mu defeated Ji Feiyu, she was stunned but did not show too much surprise.
She looked at Yang Mu and said: "He is very strong. Although I only fought him once, I know very well that even when I am at my peak, I am no match for him!"
"Miss, didn't you faint because of excessive blood loss?" a girl next to her asked in surprise.
"Who said I fainted because of excessive blood loss? I was knocked unconscious by him. My skills are inferior to others, so there is nothing to say."
Tang Ling shook his head and said.
These words made people who had previously ridiculed Yang Mu feel embarrassed again.
From the very beginning, Dare Lover's family did not rely on luck to win, but relied on pure strength, and they and others were blind!
"but……"
Tang Ling stood up and looked at his brother Tang Feng who was already on the ring. His face was full of pride and he thought to himself:
"Even though he is stronger than Ji Feiyu, my brother is destined to be the one who wins in the end. I thought that my brother would be the only dark horse in this ancient martial arts competition and would shock everyone. Unexpectedly, Yang Mutian also appeared.
!
But so what, the outcome will not change. Trampling this man who is more powerful than Ji Feiyu under our feet will further show the strength of our Tang family!"
Tang Long and Tang Feng have already stepped onto the stage.
In people's eyes, both of them are fourth-grade ancient warriors of the same level.
Among them, Tang Feng is the eldest son of the Tang family, and the Tang family is famous for its poison techniques, hidden weapons, and assassinations. If they fight in the ring and cannot use poison, then the strength of the Tang family will inevitably be compromised.
It is for this reason that people are generally more optimistic about Tang Long.
But no one paid attention. When they heard people's words that Tang Long had a greater chance of winning, everyone in the Tang family had ridicule on their faces, without the slightest look of worry.
It seems that in their eyes, this is simply a competition without any suspense!