"Bang!"
The Qing Yun Men's disciples were stunned as Qi Hao's body flew out of the arena. After a few seconds in the air, he landed heavily on the jade-paved ground.
"Clang!"
The Frost Sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound. A small crack appeared on the sword.
Qi Hao lay on the ground like a dead dog, blood constantly flowing from his mouth. He couldn't even move a finger, and his vision gradually became blurry. He looked at the figure in the arena with eyes full of resentment. His blood and Qi attacked his heart, and his head tilted to the side as he fainted.
Recovering from his shock, Taoist Cang Song's expression changed. He rushed to the bottom of the arena and checked Qi Hao's wrist.
His internal organs were displaced. He could recover after a few months of treatment. The most important thing was the Frost Sword on the ground. There was a clear crack on it. If it was used again, there was a high chance it would break.
"… You've destroyed my disciples time and time again. How cruel. You'll fall into the devil's path sooner or later. I can't let you live today."
With that, Taoist Cang Song formed a Sword Qi and shot it at Mu Qingxiao.
The Qing Yun Men's disciples were shocked. They retreated from the arena like a tide.
"Boom!"
In a split second, a deafening roar resounded in the arena. A figure holding a red immortal sword blocked in front of Mu Qingxiao and dissipated the Sword Qi.
Tian Boli pointed his sword at Taoist Cang Song and shouted, "Cang Song, what do you mean by this!"
"What do I mean? Didn't you see? He dared to do such a thing to his Senior Brother. If he succeeds in his cultivation, he might do something harmful to Qing Yun …"
"Cang Song!"
Before Taoist Cang Song could finish, he was interrupted by Tian Boli. "Don't you know who's the evil one? If you want to touch my disciple, you'll have to ask my Crimson Spirit first."
Taoist Cang Song's expression changed. He knew that Qi Hao had done something to Mu Qingxiao. He just did not point it out.
Suddenly, the atmosphere in the Cloud Sea Square became tense.
Lu XueQi held Tian Ya tightly in her hand. Her face was pale. When Taoist Cang Song attacked, she was really frightened.
Shui Yue glanced at Lu XueQi and sighed. "XueQi, Junior Mu will be fine. Don't worry."
"That's enough. In front of so many disciples, the two of you have no sense of propriety. Junior Brother Cang Song, it's inevitable that there will be danger in the competition. Let the disciples settle their own conflicts. How can we, the heads of the various factions, get involved?"
Reverend DaoXuan's words were righteous and stern but anyone could tell that his tone was obviously biased towards Mu Qingxiao.
Now that Qi Hao had been defeated, Mu Qingxiao had fully proven his terrifying talent and overwhelming power among this batch of disciples.
Reverend DaoXuan was not stupid, naturally he knew which side he was leaning towards, but Qi Hao being crippled also gave him a headache, he could not help but open his mouth, "Junior Mu, you have repeatedly violated the sect rules, but since this is the first time, I punish you to go to the ancestral hall and face the wall for half a month."
.. Mu Qingxiao was delighted. Wasn't the fifth Heavenly Book ancient sword 'Zhu Xian' at the Ancestral Hall?
Originally, he thought that after the Seven Peak Competition, he would take the risk and go to the Ancestral Hall. He did not expect someone to send him a pillow.
Taoist Priest DaoXuan wanted him to go to the Ancestral Hall to reflect. He had no reason to refuse. He was secretly delighted but on the surface, he bowed slightly. "Thank you, Taoist Priest."
"Mm. After the Seven Peak Competition, I'll let someone bring you there."
Taoist Priest DaoXuan nodded approvingly. This child was able to remain calm in the face of Cang Song's attack. Qi Hao could not compare to this temperament.
Regardless of temperament or aptitude, he was a dragon among men. His future was limitless. His gaze fell on the judge elder.
"This battle, Bamboo Peak's Mu Qingxiao wins!"
Following the judge elder's shout, the disciples around the arena regained their senses. Suddenly, there was a burst of exclamations.
"Ouch, it really hurts. I'm actually not dreaming. Senior Brother Qi Hao has actually lost."
"That's unbelievable. He crippled three Dragon Head Frontline disciples in three rounds and only needs to face the wall for half a month. Why don't I have such treatment."
"Stop dreaming. Senior Brother Mu's talent is not something you can compare to."
"I just saw that Senior Brother Qi Hao's Ice Sword seemed to have cracked …"
The Dragon Head Frontline disciples became silent. They looked at Mu Qingxiao with complicated emotions.
"Humph!"
Daoist Cang Song coldly glanced at Mu Qingxiao, who was on the stage. He picked up Qi Hao and turned to leave. The outcome had been decided. It was useless for him to say anything now. The Dragon Head Vanguard had suffered heavy losses in this Seven Peak Martial Arts Competition.
Looking at Qi Hao in his hand who was like a dead dog, Taoist Priest Cang Song narrowed his eyes. Looks like he had to re-evaluate this first disciple.
After Taoist Priest Cang Song left, Reverend DaoXuan and Master ShuiYue also left.
After Cang Song left, Tian Boli kept his Immortal Sword. A gentle smile appeared on his face. He patted his shoulder and said, "Kid, you even hid it from your master. Peak of Jade Clear Realm. You really made Big Bamboo Peak proud."
"Thank you, Master."
"There's no need to thank me between us. But there's one thing you have to pay attention to. Although your cultivation is profound and I can protect you in the Qing Yun Men, after the Seven Peak Competition, you have to be extremely careful when you go out to train."
"En …"
Mu Qingxiao smiled and nodded. Although Tian Boli's cultivation was not as high as his, he had imparted a lot of experience to him. From his protective behavior just now, it was not a wrong choice to be his disciple.
Half a day passed quickly. The sun set in the west and dyed the peak of Qing Yun red. On the west side of the Cloud Sea Plaza, the Big Bamboo Peak disciples gathered.
Today, Mu Qingxiao's competition received the most attention. It was also the round that ended the fastest. After the competition ended, they were already waiting at the west side for news from the Big Bamboo Peak disciples.
Song Daren and the rest's competition also ended one after another. But their bodies were riddled with injuries and their eyes were dim. Tian Boli and Suru looked at their injuries and frowned. They did not ask about the results of the competition. Because if they did not ask, the results would be obvious.
In the end, only Hidi and Zhang Xiaofan's competition was not over.
Tian Boli and Suru's hearts were connected. They were obviously nervous. But when they saw Hidi's Dao technique was agile and did not fall behind at all, they relaxed a little.
Tian Boli looked at his wife. Seeing her nervous expression, he patted her shoulder and said, "Relax, Ling 'er will be fine."
Suru looked at her husband and smiled. She turned her head and looked at the stage.
Tian Boli shook his head slightly. Mu Qingxiao's competition in the morning was much more dangerous than this. Compared to his daughter, the difference was too big.
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