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Song Shaojie felt strange, he quickly reached out his hand and pressed it against Zhu Ci's forehead, "It can't be, it's rare for him to have diarrhea, that gives you such a chance to win, are you stupid?"

Zhu Ci scratched his head and saw the disciples of Broken War Peak still glaring at him.

"Pa!" It was Song Shaojie. He stared at Zhu Ci in a daze. He tapped his head with the fan in his hand and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Zhu Ci shook her head. She couldn't reveal her abilities today. She could only wait until the finals of the generation! He sighed and said, "It's nothing. Let's go!"

"Hua!"

In the distance, a great clamor could be heard. Even from afar, the two could still hear it loud and clear. As they raised their heads to look, they could see that in the distance, the disciples of the Dao Faction were gathered around the stage.

Before Zhu Ci could react, Song Shaojie shouted out in regret, "Crap! Crap! I was so focused on you that I forgot the most important matter!" As he spoke, he pulled at Zhu Ci's leg and ran off.

"What's so important?"

Song Shaojie's face was filled with regret as he said, "That's where Yang Ruxue is competing!"

He lifted his eyes to look at this sworn brother of his whom he had not known for more than a year. Just now, under the deserted arena, his own seniors were no longer able to cheer him on, but this person was the only one among his many juniors who could do the same.

A wave of warmth slowly rose from Zhu Ci's chest.

"Jiede..." Just a moment ago, I was in the same sect as you, and I thank you for helping me get the better of me, thank you! "

Song Shaojie, who was running away, was stunned for a moment. He slowed down his footsteps, turned his head and looked at Zhu Ci, then laughed: "Hehe! "It's fine. If you're too touched, why don't you give up your life …"

"Let's hurry up and go!" Juce, pretending not to hear the perverted madness, picked up his pace and ran away, afraid of this brother who was a good man and a good woman.

Song Shaojie saw him quicken his pace, shook his head, and chased after Zhu Ci who was running like the wind. Song Shaojie mumbled a few words, as if to say: There are a lot of people chasing me.

When the two of them got closer, they saw that the group of Dao Realm disciples had already dispersed. Most of them had excited expressions on their faces as they began to argue with each other. They raised their heads to look at the stage, only to see that there was no one there. However, the platform was riddled with wounds, indicating that the competition had ended.

Song Shaojie rolled his eyes. His hands that were as soft as jade grabbed onto Zhu Ci and turned left and right, passing through the crowd. In a short moment, he found his target — the group of disciples from the broken military peak.

Song Shaojie quickly went up to him. When the disciples of Broken Armies saw his fan, they all laughed. Zhu Ci, who had some impression of him, laughed: "Little brother, didn't you say you would watch Yang Ruxue fight?"

Song Shaojie coughed dryly and said, "Isn't there something, uh, wrong with me? Oh right, tell me quickly, what is the result?"

A thin looking man with a square face said, "Needless to say, as long as the Purple Microsoft Sword is here, even the longtime Martial Uncle Zhenfeng will not be a match for it!"

Song Shaojie was surprised, "Even Zhenfeng lost to her?"

At the side, Zhu Ci asked Song Shaojie, "Is that Zhen Feng very powerful?"

Song Shaojie nodded: "Yes, Zhenfeng is one of the most outstanding people in our sect. If not for encountering his junior brother Zhenyi in the first round of the competition, he would have been ranked second in the True Faction. This time's Martial Meeting, he will be the champion again."

The tall man shook his head: "What's the use of that, you didn't see, the power of the 'Purple Microsoft Sword' is too great, the purple sword sheath was only bent a few times like a snake, after slashing out a few times, Master Zhen Feng's treasured sword blocked a few times, and the treasured sword was broken and broken down," he seemed to be unsatisfied with what he said, he sighed, and said: "Even if I told you, you wouldn't believe it, but in the end, Yang Ruxue still hasn't unsheathed the famous sword."

Song Shaojie was stunned for a moment before replying, "Then what else is there to fight? Who else could be her match?"

The tall man shook his head and said, "That's not entirely true. A masterwork weapon like the Purple Microsoft Sword would at least be able to pull out its scabbard, but Yang Ruxue's inner strength is quite impressive."

Song Shaojie looked at him and said, "Senior brother Hong Ni, how is that possible? How old is she and how deep is her inner strength? It's mostly due to the power of the Purple Microsoft Sword. "

The tall man, Hong Ni, said, "I heard it from my grandteacher as well."

Song Shaojie was surprised, "My grandfather?"

"Yes, when you didn't come just now, Master Ancestor was here to watch as well." He looked around and said softly, "Looks like Martial Ancestor knows that you have escaped from our sect to watch the competition. I guessed that you might be here to watch the beauties, but didn't expect you to be here. But here, after he had finished watching the competition, Master Ancestor mumbled to himself, saying that this woman has probably reached the Initial Stage of the Nine Yin Manual, otherwise she would not have been able to use the 'Art of Soul Shifting' in actual combat. "

Song Shaojie's expression changed as he stood there, speechless. Although he had never cultivated the Nine Yin Scriptures before, he had heard Yang Qingtian say that there was a 'Art of Art of Soul Shifting' hidden within it.

"Zhu Ci, you finally understand. This technique is called the 'Art of Soul Shifting'. No wonder when I first saw her, my eyes felt like they were stinging. But why am I fine, is it because her cultivation isn't high enough?"

At this moment, the sound of Zhong Ding rang out from afar. Hong Ni led the group towards the direction of the sound as if someone was competing with him. Seeing that Song Shaojie was still standing in his original spot, Zhu Ci went over and gave him a tug.

Song Shaojie snapped out of his daze as he laughed, "It's over, it's all over. There's no hope for us chasing after her now. Her martial arts are higher than us, and her seniority is higher. She also has a divine weapon."

Zhu Ci laughed out loud and said, "Didn't you say that as long as she hasn't gotten married yet, you will have a chance? "Oh right, who are you looking at?"

Song Shaojie looked at the figure in the distance and said: "Brother Yun, I still have some private matters to attend to, so I'll be leaving first." Where are you going? I'll go find you again! "

After thinking for a moment, Zhu Ci replied, "I want to report this to my seniors, even though I won by a fluke, it's a little strange."

Song Shaojie nodded his head and said, "Then I can escape..." "No, I'll come look for you when I have time!"

"En!" Just as Zhu Ci nodded, Song Shaojie turned around and ran off in a hurry. He saw a person walking over from the shadow he saw earlier. It was actually the leader of the Broken War Peak, Song Lianjie.

Zhu Ci was a little curious about Song Shaojie's attitude. He ignored Song Lianjie, who was the head of his broken military peak, and walked straight into the crowd. Listening to the disciples who walked past him, most of them talked about the battle between Yang Ruxue and Zhen Feng.

After a long time of searching, Zhu Ci finally found the group from the Great Rock Mountain in the last true generation arena. However, from afar, he could see that Shi Feng's face was livid with anger, and his face was ashen. Zhu Ci, who always knew that Shi Feng disliked him, was afraid of him.

Zhong Yi and Si Yin, Si Liu Shi Shi and a few other disciples of the Great Rock Mountain were all there, but their master was nowhere to be seen. Zhu Ci glanced at the crowd, only to see everyone looking depressed. He then quietly asked Hong Shang, who was around the same age as him, "Senior Master Hong Shang, what's wrong?"

Hong Shang glanced at the shop owner and saw that he did not seem to be paying any attention to them. He whispered, "Other than senior brother macro, in the match between Senior Uncle Zhen Xian and Senior Uncle Zhen Guang, no one else won. Master is angry!"

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

Zhong Yi stood at the side, looking at the trembling disciples. His face was ashen as he shook his head and sighed. He said gently to Zhu Ci who had just returned, "Little Jing, you've returned. What's the result?"

After hesitating for a moment, Zhu Ci said in a low voice, "Grand Mistress, I … I won by a fluke."

Zhong Yi: "Oh, it doesn't matter. If you lose, you lose. That reputation must have gone through a lot in the past generation. We all agreed to go through a lot …" She looked at him in surprise. "What did you just say?"

Everyone, including Si Pingping, turned to look at Zhu Ci at the same time. Zhu Chi's face reddened, but for the first time in his life, under the incredulous gaze of his peers, especially the eyes of Shi Pai who disliked him, he felt a trace of vanity and excitement.

When everyone heard this inner force disciple, Zhu Ci, answer with certainty, they all burst into an uproar.