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Although the Nine Palace Steps were not ordinary, but with Long Yu's Spirit power, he couldn't even be considered proficient in seeing a shadow of Mu Lang touching the Nine Palace Steps, let alone being proficient in it.

The voice resounded in her mind, causing Ye Ning, who was standing in the middle of the scene, to stare blankly at the youth standing in the corner at the entrance ?

In such an intense battle, Ye Ning's reaction naturally attracted the attention of everyone in the viewing gallery.

When his line of sight fell upon the youth dressed in green, the expression of Mu Lang, who had a carefree expression a moment ago, greatly changed!

Not far away, Class 21 stood up and greeted Long Yu ?

Such a simple appearance had overshadowed the limelight of the students fighting in the arena. In that case, a layer of chilliness once again enveloped the eyes of Guo Fan who was standing on the high platform.

"Let's try to disrupt the Flowing Water Sword Art. Each of the three moves will be executed in turn." While smiling, Long Yu nodded at Ye Ning Ning ?

He could clearly feel that due to Long Yu's appearance, Ye Ning Ning who was still in a state of panic had quickly calmed down.

Her pair of beautiful eyes were filled with a sheen of confidence.

"Are you going to fight or not?" Ye Ning's disregard had undoubtedly angered Mu Lang ?

"Look at this!" His figure was like a snowflake, and his feet stomped on the Traceless Snowsteps while he held his Fine Steel Sword. As he swung his sword, he was obviously thrusting straight at Su Hao.

However, Mu Lang was able to sense that the seemingly unremarkable long sword in Ye Ning's hand seemed to be coming from three different directions ?

And these three directions were the exact same direction that the Nine Palace Steps were about to move in!

"Damn it!" With his heart clenched, Mu Lang could only retreat ?

He knew that once he met Long Yu, nothing good would happen!

This was also the first time Mu Lang had stepped aside in the beginning of the battle!

Ye Ning's heart rippled slightly. The sword technique in her hand became even sharper ?

The sudden change in the situation was noticed by all the teachers and elders.

Once the ordinary Flowing Water Sword Art was separated, the originally peaceful combination of the moves became an unexpected oddity. It actually firmly locked onto Mu Lang's figure.

His thoughts were truly ingenious and extraordinary.

Just as Long Yu was staring at the battle in the arena, a ray of killing intent was directed at him.

He raised his eyebrows slightly. Not far away, Pang Jia was glaring at him with a venomous look on his face.

When the Freshmen Tournament was held, Pang Jia was so relaxed that he was sent flying by Long Yu. He spent several months recuperating in bed before finally recovering.

Seeing the real culprit at this moment, it was naturally difficult to hide the hostility in his heart.

On the contrary, Long Yu merely smiled and didn't say anything else.

"Just you wait. As long as you're still in the Spirit Mountain Academy, I'll make you pay for it sooner or later!" The veins on Ponga's face bulged, and he no longer had the appearance of a master.

Nearby, Su Lei'er looked at Long Yu with a hesitant expression as if she wanted to speak ?

'Hiss'. Ye Ning had actually stabbed a hole through Mu Lang's golden silk shirt.

The crowd burst into an uproar!

And this sword strike had undoubtedly touched Mu Lang's true fire!

"You're courting death!" A double-edged sword made of white light that exuded an ice-cold aura suddenly flashed out.

The moment the two swords made contact, the Fine Steel Sword in Ye Ning's hand was sliced into two!

How could ordinary iron be compared with spirit artifacts!

The white light double-edged sword in Mu Lang's hand had a Ice and Snow Leopard's demon core embedded in it. Although it was only a grade three demon core, it was actually a spirit artifact.

"Ah!" With a scream, Ye Ning hastily retreated backwards ?

Taking the initiative, Mu Lang immediately stepped forward without the slightest trace of his previous graceful bearing. "I told you to attack me ?"

"I admit defeat!" Ye Ning decisively listened to Long Yu's instructions and shouted loudly ?

Regardless of cultivation technique or cultivation level, Ye Ning was obviously not Mu Lang's match. The reason why Long Yu warned her earlier was only to let Ye Ning Ning hone her own skills.

However, Mu Lang, who was holding the white light double-edged sword in his hand, acted as though he didn't hear her words and continued thrusting the sword forward.

At this moment, the referee leaning close to the stage was the first to stop the match. Instead, he cast an inquiring gaze at the elder on the stage.

With this moment of hesitation, the situation had undergone a tremendous change.

Under the watch of thousands of eyes, Mu Lang was really shameless, and wanted to kill Ye Ning?

If he couldn't get it, even if he destroyed it, Mu Lang wouldn't just sit by and watch as Ye Ning was taken by Long Yu!

The white light double-edged sword was only an arm's length away from Ye Ning Ning!

"Bastard!" With a loud roar, starlight appeared beneath her feet and she hastily retreated. Ye Ning's slender waist was held by a strong palm!

"Heavenly Wheel Fist!" This seemingly simple and unadorned fist strength, in reality, he had practiced the 'Heavenly Wheel Fist' hundreds of times, which was why he was able to use his heart!

A rigid fist force smashed towards Mu Lang ?

"Die!" "White Light Slash!" When he saw Long Yu make his move, the rage that was buried deep within his heart burst out ?

A sharp sword light slashed over ?

How could a pair of fists be able to withstand a Spirit Treasure's attack? It was only a stalemate for a short period of time before it was chopped into pieces. But in the span of a few breaths, Long Yu had brought Ye Ning Ning to a safe zone!

"Long Yu, as a spirit cultivator, are you going to disrupt the martial arts exam?" Despite Mu Lang's unstoppable momentum, a voice was still ringing in his ears during the Martial Cultivator Competition.

It wasn't him, Mu Lang, who was the strongest in the 'Yellow' class, but Long Yu!

"Everyone, stop!" At this moment, the referee standing at the side finally recovered his wits and loudly stopped him.

There was no response. He held Ye Ning's hand and turned to leave ?

As for Ye Ning Ning, her cheeks were completely red. With her head lowered, she obediently followed behind Long Yu.

"Where do you think you're going!" Another sword pierced through the air as it headed toward Mu Lang. Unknowingly, Mu Lang had already left the competition stage!

That's right, if Mu Lang were to stand on the stage, this would undoubtedly be the martial arts exam.

Once out of the ring, or?

Standing in the Martial Arts Plaza, facing the opponent's provocation, he didn't need a reason to counterattack!

A majestic soul pressure suddenly formed. Its pitch-black eyes were as bright as the stars in the night sky. With just a single glance, it caused Mu Lang's body, which was in midair, to tremble before falling to the ground.

The number one of the freshmen had actually been defeated in a single glance. Northern Guo Fan's heart was filled with bitterness.

This is the soul force of the Ru Wei Stage?

Long Yu's gaze was slightly wrong as his Spirit Mansion emitted a dangerous aura.

The corner of his mouth raised slightly. His gaze lightly bumped with Guo Fan on the high platform, causing Long Yu to disappear without a trace ?

After that.

The examination continued on in an orderly manner. Not long after Long Yu left, Mu Lang had unexpectedly broken through the shackles of the later stage of the Water Pattern and stepped into the realm of the Veins in one go!

Feeling the turbulent tattoo power within his body, the flames of fury that had been extinguished in Mu Lang's eyes rose once again ?

He couldn't believe it. His body was filled with techniques that the Mu Clan was proud of. How could he lose to a youth that was even younger than him?

This must be an illusion, an illusion!

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