Li Zheng's face changed and he wanted to withdraw the long whip, but it was too late.
In the end, these two people fought with each other and both of them were injured.
Qiu Zihan was poked like a sieve by the barbs of the Golden Snake Whip, while Li Zheng was invaded by the cold air and was poisoned by the cold air, so he also lost his fighting power.
Both of the two masters were carried off the stage.
Sky Dragon Faction and Huya Faction had another dispute about who would win and who would lose in this battle.
The scene was so noisy that it was like a vegetable market.
The supporters of both sides under the arena were so fierce that a fight was about to break out. The senior leaders of the two factions on the viewing platform quarreled back and forth, and finally reluctantly agreed that it was a draw.
Then, the next battle on the arena began.
This time, Sun Xin, the Judge of Iron Pen of Huya Faction, fought against Mu Renlong, the Cloud-dragon Sword, a master of Sky Dragon Faction Boxing.
The battle was extremely fierce.
The internal qi was surging, and the sword wind was sweeping.
Within 20 meters around the arena, there were only Li Mu, Ming Yue, the old beggar and the big yellow and white fat dog.
Other heroes and Wulin heroes from all walks of life were afraid of being affected by the aftermath of the battle, so they hid at a safe distance.
This battle was extremely fierce.
Perhaps because of the previous battles, both sides had been stimulated to burst out the real fire, so whether Mu Renlong, the Cloud-dragon Sword, or Sun Xin, the Judge of Iron Pen, they both went all out without any reservation and made killing moves one after another.
Both of them were first-class masters in the Joint-thoughts level. When they fought to their heart's content, there was a faint internal qi on the surface of their bodies.
The martial arts masters who were watching the battle from all walks of life were mesmerized by it.
"Good!"
"Wonderful."
"Awesome."
"This move, Cloud-dragon Claws, is really exquisite."
"Pointing with the three-inch brush like a knife, recognizing acupoints and cutting meridians, Yama Laughs … Senior Sun Xin's Judge Pen is really terrible."
Someone was praising loudly.
Jianghu people liked to join in the fun, mostly for this reason.
Watching the battle of masters, half of the reason was that they could get the capital to brag in the future, and the other half was that they could broaden their horizons and learn something.
Of those who cheered, there was no lack of people who were truly fond of martial arts, and there was no lack of people who could not restrain themselves after seeing the beauty of it.
As for those who deliberately quoted classics and praised loudly, they were not necessarily people with good eyesight. There was also a possibility that they were 'experts in talking', deliberately using a seemingly unintentional way to show others their source of knowledge and excellent eyesight in order to gain approval and gain fame.
Wulin was also a vanity fair.
However, "Judge of Iron Pen" and "Cloud-dragon Sword" were, after all, first-class masters who had been famous in the northwest Wulin World for a long time. In the eyes of many Wulin heroes, it was indeed a wonderful fight. Bursts of exclamations and praises came one after another.
Only Li Mu's expression was getting weirder and weirder.
"Are you kidding me? How can he be considered a famous master?"
The county magistrate was very surprised.
Because whether it was "Cloud-dragon Three Appearances Swordsmanship" of "Cloud-dragon Sword" Mu Renlong or "Thirty-six Ways of Stormy Acupoint Hitting Technique" of "Judge of Iron Pen" Sun Xin, in his eyes, on the one hand, they were as soft and powerless as slow movements, and on the other hand, there were many flaws in the changes of the moves … They were not as powerful as the martial arts masters around bragged, and they were not as good as Li Mu expected.
Half of Li Mu's purpose in coming to the arena was to learn and observe.
He wanted to see how strong the masters, who had been famous for decades in the northwest Wulin World, such as the Sky Dragon Faction and the Huya Faction, could be.
At first, he still had great expectations.
Li Mu hoped to spy more changes and principles of martial arts from the confrontation of these masters.
What he lacked most now was these things.
However, the more he watched, the more disappointed he was.
The so-called masters, such as "Cloud-dragon Sword" Mu Renlong and "Judge of Iron Pen" Sun Xin, were fighting fiercely on the arena. It seemed very thrilling, but Li Mu felt that he could crush these two people with one hand, no, one finger.
In Li Mu's eyes, this fight was just like children's play.
It was really a very strange feeling.
In Li Mu's impression, among the martial arts masters he had seen, not to mention "One Cut that Sends Man to Death" Wu Biao, even the four King Kongs of the Shennong Faction and the noble young master Li Bing were stronger than the two first-class masters of the Joint-thoughts level who were fighting on the arena at this time.
Why did he have such a feeling?
Li Mu felt very strange.
"Kill him."
Little Ming Yue bounced up and down like a rabbit again. She kept repeating the same lines of fanning the flames, which resounded around the arena.
The face of the first generation disciple of the Huya Faction who had just returned to the viewing platform was dark.
What happened?
Why didn't the young man take away this crazy girl?
Didn't he want to live?
The first generation disciple's heart was surging with anger. He turned around and pulled out the long knife from his waist, and walked down the arena with a murderous look.
He came to Li Mu and Sun Xin angrily, and pointed the knife at them, "You are still making trouble here. Do you want to die? It seems that if I don't teach you a little lesson, you won't know … "
Li Mu pinched the tip of the knife, smiled, and directly interrupted him, saying, "Get out of the way, you are blocking me to watch the show."
"You …" The first generation disciple saw that Li Mu was not afraid at all and even dared to fight back, so he was furious. He exerted his wrist and wanted to directly cut off the palm of this reckless young man.
However, no matter how hard he exerted, the long knife seemed to be cast in the young man's palm, and it was motionless.
At this time, in the peripheral area of the Shennong Faction ruins, suddenly there was a drumming sound.
The heavy and clear sound of the drum was also extremely clear in the noisy surroundings of the arena, entering everyone's ears.
The onlookers and martial arts masters were at a loss.
Li Mu loosened the blade, stretched himself, and said, "Well, you are ready very fast … Well, anyway, this competition is like a monkey show, and it's not interesting to watch. It's better to grab the secret book and practice by myself."
He changed his mind.
But at the same time —
Whoosh!
The knife light was like lightning.
A blade was chopped to Li Mu's neck.
It was the first generation disciple of Huya Faction, who had a bad temperament and had already become angry. After seeing Li Mu loosened the long knife, he immediately chopped to Li Mu without thinking. It was clear that he wanted to cut off Li Mu's head directly.
"Be careful …" The old beggar opened his mouth.
But halfway through, he stopped.
Because the blade was once again pinched between Li Mu's fingers.
The first generation disciple struggled with a red face and ran his internal qi, but he could not move at all.
"You are really …" Li Mu shook his head, "You don't give up until you reach the Yellow River, and you don't shed tears until you see the coffin."
After saying that, he casually slapped out a palm.
Crack!
The first generation disciple, who was also a master in Huya Faction, was slapped like a broken sack, and just fell between the Cloud-dragon Sword and the Judge of Iron Pen who were fighting for life and death on the arena.
Whoosh!
The figures of the two masters immediately distanced themselves from each other.
The battle came to an abrupt end.
"What?"
"What's going on?"
In an instant, there was an uproar around.
The onlookers who were immersed in excitement were awakened from the climax.
On the viewing platform, the high-level core masters of Sky Dragon Faction and Huya Faction were also alarmed and suddenly stood up.
Under the arena, the old beggar opened his mouth and looked at Li Mu in shock.
Little Ming Yue turned her head and glanced at Li Mu, and complained discontentedly, "Young Master, I haven't seen enough."
"What are you looking at? I'm so bored." Li Mu raised his hand and gave the adorkable little girl another "roasted chestnut", and said, "When I grab all the cultivation secret books of these people, you can practice by yourself, as much as you want …"
The old beggar next to him, hearing such a dialogue, opened his mouth more widely.
Even the yellow-and-white dog that had been calmly chewing on the chicken bone also looked at Li Mu with a dumbfounded look.
"Who are you? How dare you disturb the battle on the arena?"
Tie Zhendong, the powerful old man with yellow beard and gray hair, stood up and fixed his sword-like eyes on Li Mu and shouted angrily.
Just now it happened abruptly, but the masters on the viewing platform still reacted.
"Where did this bastard come from? How dare he make trouble here?"
"Take him down."
"Chop him to death."
The angry disciples of the two great sects roared.
At this time, all the martial arts masters and heroes who were watching from all directions also cast their eyes on Li Mu.
Before, some people had already noticed the young man standing in the blank area under the arena, and they thought he was a hothead who deliberately showed off. They did not expect that he was so hothead that he dared to make trouble on such an occasion. What was his background?
The disciples of the two great sects had already drawn their swords and sabers and surrounded Li Mu.
It was chilly.
"Young man, you have caused a big trouble." The old beggar reminded him.
Li Mu stretched himself, looked back at the old beggar, and said with a very pretentious smile, "Don't be afraid, I am much more powerful than them."
The old beggar squinted his eyes and moved to the side, saying, "I am not afraid, but young man, can you stay away from me, or they will all think that I know you."
"Damn, this old thing."
Li Mu did not expect that the old beggar was so mean and did not give him face at all.
"Old man, don't be afraid. Since we are friends, I will definitely protect you today. Let's see who dares to hurt you." Li Mu glanced at the masters of the two great sects who surrounded him and deliberately said loudly.
"Damn, you little thing."
The old beggar did not expect that Li Mu was so shameless that he deliberately let others think that they were very familiar with each other and had a close relationship. Now the yellow mud was smeared on his crotch, even if it was not shit.
The adorkable little girl Ming Yue looked at the old beggar and laughed gloatingly.
Li Mu grabbed the little girl's arm and swung her around like throwing a discus, and then threw her out with a whoosh.
"Ah? Whoa, whoa, whoa … "Ming Yue reacted in the air and shouted. Finally, she passed hundreds of people and was thrown out of the arena, lightly falling on a willow branch.
"Wild girl, don't make trouble for me. Stay there and don't run around."
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