I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

"Oh my god, we're all brothers, why are you really angry?"

Ye Chuhan was a little confused. He tiptoed to the edge of the stage, and a green whirlwind swirled around him, trying to keep some distance.

His Qingfengyu Sect's Liufeng Step was good at moving around, and ordinary cultivators couldn't get close to him at all.

But Mu Yaoyao seemed to see through his trajectory. The crane phantom spread its wings and took her with it like a shadow, with the long sword always pointing at his back!

"How can you disregard the magic of my Bu Tian Sheng Sect so lightly?"

Mu Yaoyao's voice was filled with anger, and her sword moves became more and more fierce.

The crane's beak and wings turned into sharp weapons.

Dive and peck, flap your wings and sweep!

Shattered Ye Chuhan's whirlwind into pieces!

Only then did Ye Chuhan realize that something was wrong.

Mu Yaoyao's spiritual power has not only become several times more refined than before, but her control over this technique has also become more mature.

Especially the phantom of the crane, which showed signs of materializing, obviously due to a fortuitous encounter or the blessing of a secret technique!

"My goodness, what kind of strong medicine did you take?"

Ye Chuhan's heart trembled, and he dared not neglect it anymore.

He formed seals with his hands, and a whirlwind suddenly condensed around him, transforming into three green wind dragons, roaring and rushing towards the crane shadow.

The collision between the wind dragon and the crane stirred up a sky full of spiritual light, and the people below the stage watched with fascination.

"Oh my god, this is exciting!"

"It's really pleasing to the eyes to see these two people facing each other!"

The people below were talking about it.

Mu Yaoyao was unhappy to hear this.

She pointed her sword at the ground, and the silhouette of a crane suddenly swooped down, grabbed the wind dragon's neck with its claws, and tore it apart!

At the same time, several white light feathers shot out from her fingertips and shot towards Ye Chuhan like tracking arrows.

"Fuck!"

Ye Chuhan's pupils shrank, and he quickly used a defensive magic weapon, and a green wind shield unfolded in front of him.

The light feathers hit the shield, making a series of crisp sounds, and the shield surface was actually cracked with several cracks.

He took advantage of the situation to retreat and was about to regroup when he saw Mu Yaoyao approaching with her sword pointed at his throat!

The tip of the crane's beak was right against his wind shield. If it advanced half an inch further, it would break through the defense.

"I..." Ye Chuhan opened his mouth, looked at the undisguised fighting spirit in Mu Yaoyao's eyes, and twitched his lips, "I lost."

Mu Yaoyao sheathed her sword, and the crane's shadow slowly dissipated.

She snorted, "If you dare to underestimate your opponent next time, you will lose even more miserably."

"Yes, yes, you are right." Ye Chuhan curled his lips and walked off the stage with a bitter face, his head still buzzing.

How could this woman become so strong in just a few days?

As soon as they returned to the Qingfeng Yumen team, Sect Leader Ye’s angry glare was like a knife.

When he came closer, Sect Leader Ye slapped him on the back of the head without saying a word.

"You bastard! You can't even beat her. Have all these years of cultivation been for nothing?!"

"Dad! No, Sect Master!" Ye Chuhan covered the back of his head and defended himself, "There's something wrong with her! Her strength is increasing like a rocket. She must have used some secret method or taken some top-grade elixir!"

"The fact that they have secret elixirs is their own ability!" Sect Master Ye was so angry that he blew his beard and glared. "What about you? You've been distracted since you took the stage. If it weren't for the fact that you're not injured, I would have broken your legs today!"

Ye Chuhan was scolded so much that he hung his head and glanced in the direction of the Butian Holy Sect.

Seeing Mu Yaoyao closing her eyes and regulating her breathing, with spiritual light appearing around her, she felt more and more that something was wrong.

"This is weird... What's wrong with these people today? Why are they all so cruel? Am I really the only one who is still standing here?" He scratched his head and muttered softly.

The disciple next to him secretly touched him and said, "Holy Son, don't think about it. The Sect Master is still watching."

Ye Chuhan sighed, stood at the end of the line resignedly, and cursed Mingchuan eight hundred times in his heart.

It’s all because of this kid who made him distracted, otherwise how could he lose so miserably!

Mingchuan was watching this scene in the stands and almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

Live it!

Evil people will be punished by evil people!

This idiot deserves his day!

As soon as Ye Chuhan stood still, he saw Jian Yue and Mu Yaoyao looking in the direction of Mingchuan almost at the same time.

Jian Yue spoke first, his voice full of provocation: "Cang Ziang, since you are the leader of the discussion conference, you can't just sit on the stage and watch the fun, right?"

"Saint Lady Mu and I both won the competition. If you don't accept the challenge, I'm afraid the title of first place will be undeserved."

Mu Yaoyao also nodded in agreement, her eyes sharp: "I would also like to seek advice from Fellow Daoist Cang."

Seeing this, Ye Chuhan chuckled and started to make trouble again.

He fanned the flames from the side: "That's right, Brother Cang! You can't be partial to one and ignore the other, right?"

"How about this, let Jian Yue and Saint Mu fight first. Whoever wins will fight you later. It's fair!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the elders of the Bu Tian Holy Sect frowned.

Jian Yue's ruthless look at Lin Ruowei just now was still vivid in her mind. If Mu Yaoyao fought with him, she would probably suffer a loss.

The elder was about to speak to dissuade him, but Mingchuan stood up.

"No need to bother." Mingchuan walked to the edge of the stage, his eyes fixed on Jian Yue. "Saint Jian has just taken over the position of Saint of Jinling Pavilion. His strength is unfathomable. I am indeed very curious. As for Saint Mu..."

He turned to look at Mu Yaoyao and said calmly, "You and I once teamed up to fight against the demon cultivators in the secret realm. We each know the strength of the other. Let's not fight today. Let's do it another day."

Mu Yaoyao was stunned for a moment, then recalled the scene of fighting side by side in the secret realm. Finally, she nodded: "In that case, I will do as you wish."

Jian Yue sneered and leaped onto the arena: "You're smart. Today, I'll show you what true strength is!"

Mingchuan walked slowly onto the stage, twirling the Flowing Cloud Sword in his hand. "Let's wait and see."

"Be careful!" Ye Chuhan couldn't help but remind him from the audience, "This kid's vine and wood magic has demonic energy!"

Jian Yue's eyes became fierce and he slammed his cane to the ground.

Dozens of poisonous vines broke out of the ground again, but they were even thicker than when they attacked Lin Ruowei before!

There was still black mist wrapped around the vine, and it was obvious that he was serious.

“Oh, here it comes!”

Mingchuan did not retreat but advanced, and suddenly an ice-blue flame rose from the soft sword, which was the bone-eroding ice flame!

Wherever the flames passed, the air seemed to be frozen.

As soon as the poison ivy wrapped around it, it instantly shattered into pieces, and the black mist was frozen into ice crystals.

"What kind of flame is that?!" people from other sects exclaimed in surprise.

The disciples of Qingcheng Yufa Sect raised their lips in pride, especially Zhao Hu who had been shouting that he wanted to fight Mingchuan during the competition.

"A bunch of country bumpkins, you've never seen this before, have you? This is our sect's bone-eroding ice flame!"

"Hahaha, Junior Brother Cang, you still have a lot more to offer. I'm sure you'll be amazed later!"

When Jian Yue heard what everyone said, his expression changed.

But Mingchuan didn't give him a chance to react. He shook his wrist and purple flames ignited on the soft sword again. Countless illusions faintly emerged in the flames.

Sometimes it looks like a ferocious evil ghost, sometimes like a vast forest, it is the phantom flame!

The illusion pounced on Jian Yue, disturbing his consciousness!