After rebirth, he became the favorite of the Moon Goddess.

Qingyu thought that what he said was quiet enough, but he never thought that every word he said would be heard by Fufeng.

Seeing Qingyu's figure disappear from his sight, Fufeng stopped, his eyes full of ridicule.

"Qingyu, Qingyu, I didn't expect that your thoughts would be so dark. In this case, I will play with you." Fufeng narrowed his eyes and murmured.

On the other side, after confirming that Fufeng had gone far, Qingyu waved his hand and transformed into twenty phantom beasts, and then controlled them to attack in the direction of Fufeng.

At this moment, Qingyu only had one thought.

This match must not be allowed to be won by this masked immortal servant!

Only if he loses, he will not have the chance to be with his daughter!

Thinking of this, Qingyu couldn't help but reveal a cruel smile.

As time passed by, Qingyu's heart became more and more tense.

at last……

After half a cup of tea, a series of fighting sounds came from the distance, and the sounds were vaguely mixed with a scream.

Qingyu guessed that the twenty phantom beasts must have met their targets.

When he thought that the opponent would most likely lose because he could not withstand the attack of the phantom beast, Qingyu couldn't hold back a burst of secret joy in his heart.

After waiting for another full stick of incense, until the sound of fighting gradually disappeared, Qingyu quickly hurried towards the direction of the source of the sound.

Soon, he saw a tragic scene in the grass three miles ahead. He saw a masked man lying on the ground covered in blood. His clothes were already shabby. Beside him, scattered The corpses of seven phantom beasts.

The remaining thirteen phantom beasts were staring at the masked man with eager eyes, as if they were ready to tear him into pieces at any moment.

Seeing this, Qingyu's expression kept changing.

Although he still didn't know what the masked immortal servant named Yue Ze looked like, he understood that this man should have lost all fighting power at this moment.

"Haha..." Qingyu snorted coldly, and then uttered a few words, "In the competition field, life and death are determined by fate. Immortal Shi Yue Ze, you can't blame me for what happened today. If you want to blame it, blame yourself. , you should never, never, should not mess with my Ning'er."

There was a pause, and just when he was about to step forward and take off the man's mask to see his true face, the drumbeat of the end of the game suddenly sounded throughout the hunting ground.

Hearing the sound of the drum, Qing Yu's face suddenly darkened, and he no longer cared to take one last look at the masked man. In order to hide his eyes from others, he could only leave the hunting ground in a hurry.

Seeing Qing Yu's disappearing back, Fufeng, dressed in white, slowly walked out from a short distance away.

He glanced at the masked man lying on the ground, then waved his hand and turned him into light.

It turns out that everything that happened just now was just an illusion created by Fufeng.

"Qingyu, I originally thought that you just loved your daughter, but I never thought that your heart was so dark. In order to make me lose the game, you even used this kind of damaging trick. Just wait, I I will let you know the consequences of doing this!" The corner of Fufeng's mouth raised a cold arc, and his handsome face was covered with frost.

……

Outside the hunting grounds.

As the game ended, several people who participated in the game walked out of the hunting ground one after another.

The first one to come out was Frost Clan leader Bing Lingtian, followed closely by Jihuo Clan leader Yu Junhao and Shuiyue Clan leader Bai Yu, and finally Muyun Clan leader Mu Yunxuan and Feng Ge.

Just when Qingyu thought everyone was here, Fufeng and Qingning suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

The moment he saw the two of them, Qingyu's eyes widened suddenly, and his mind exploded.

How can this be? ? ! !

He clearly saw with his own eyes that Fufeng was seriously injured by the phantom beast, why did he come out intact now?

Not even a drop of blood on your body?

"What's the matter, King Qingyu, are you surprised to see me?" Fufeng looked at Qingyu and asked with a faint smile.

Hearing this, Qingyu's heart skipped a beat, and a hint of panic flashed across his eyes.

Could it be that everything I saw before was fake? !

Thinking of this, Qingyu's expression became more solemn.

But due to the presence of everyone, he had to work hard to suppress the shock in his heart and forced out a smile, "How could it be? It's not too late for me to be happy when I see everyone coming out safe and sound."

Seeing the stiff look on Qingyu's face, Fufeng tugged a sneer from the corner of his mouth: Qingyu, Qingyu, your acting skills are too poor, that's fine, I'll just take a look and see what other tricks you can do. Come?

Soon, the six people put the demon cores obtained from killing the phantom beasts into the designated jade box.

The next second, Qingyu came to Qichen, bowed and said to him: "Please, Your Highness Qichen, please announce the results of the six people's competition."

"Yes." Qichen nodded, stood up and came to the jade box, counting the number of demon cores in the jade box one by one.

After half a cup of tea, Qichen came to everyone with the record book and said loudly:

"The leader of the Frost Clan, Bing Lingtian, has six demon cores;

Yu Junhao, the leader of the Extreme Fire Clan, has eight demon cores;

Bai Yu, the leader of the Shuiyue Clan, has five demon cores;

Mu Yunxuan, the leader of the Muyun tribe, has six demon cores;

Feng Ge, the empress of the Phoenix tribe, has twenty-three demon cores;

Immortal Attendant Yueze, the number of demon cores..."

When he said this, Qichen deliberately paused for a moment. After feeling that the atmosphere in the whole place had solidified, he continued: "Immortal Attendant Yueze, the number of demon cores is seventy-one!"

Seventy-one! ! !

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell into silence!

Even Qingyu's eyes were full of shock and surprise when he looked at Fufeng.

Seventy-one demon cores, it takes an incredible level of cultivation to achieve this! !

More importantly, in the first hour and a half of the game, the masked immortal servant did not take any action.

In other words, he killed seventy-one phantom beasts in less than half an hour!

"I just spent the last half a cup of tea to clean up all the unkilled phantom beasts in the hunting ground." Fufeng touched the ring on his little finger and said in an understatement.

That look seemed to be just explaining a trivial matter.

"Didn't King Qingyu say before that there were only one hundred phantom beasts in the hunting ground, but why did the total number of demon cores total one hundred and twenty?" At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the crowd of onlookers.

"Yeah, the number of demon cores in this jade box doesn't seem right?" Another voice echoed.

Hearing the voice, Qichen looked at Qingyu and frowned, "King Qingyu, should you explain to me what's going on?"

"This..." Qingyu faltered, not knowing how to explain it for a moment, "Your Highness Qichen, maybe... maybe I miscalculated the number of phantom beasts at the beginning..."

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