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The two saw that they had been blocked by the wall, otherwise, they might have been blown to that place. Second Yang patted his chest and said to Elder Song: "That was close!"

Elder Song also sighed in his heart: It was a good thing that there was no danger! Then he looked at his own body and stretched his arms and legs. Everything was still moving. Seeing that he was unharmed, Elder Song finally calmed down.

The two of them looked at each other, then walked towards Xuan-Yuan stage as they watched the grand battle between the two.

Just as the two of them took two steps, Elder Song felt something pressing down on his head from behind. At this moment, he instinctively felt something dangerous coming from behind him. In that split-second, he grabbed Yang Er, took a deep breath, and brought Yang Er away with him. As soon as they landed, they heard the sound of a tsunami behind them, followed by a cloud of dust and a fishy smell of earth. The two of them were instantly swallowed by the falling dust and dirt of the wall.

On the other side, the disciples of the Beggar Clan, who were watching with rapt attention, were suddenly frightened by a loud sound coming from the side. Some people had already rushed over from the crowd, thinking that the two had been buried alive. But when the group reached the place where the dust had not yet settled, they saw two men covered in dirt slowly walking out of the dust.

Their faces were covered in dust, as if they were ghosts that had run out of the mud to swindle their corpses. The crowd couldn't see their faces clearly and hesitated for a moment. They knew that Yang Er had touched the dirt on their faces and coughed before letting out a sigh of relief.

The crowd saw that the two were fine, so they trotted back to their seats and continued to watch the fight on the stage.

The two saw that the group of Beggar Gang disciples were dissatisfied with their reactions. Yang Er shook off the dust on his body, and instantly the dust dispersed. Elder Song, who had been choking on the dust, saw the dust from Yang Er's slap drifting towards him. He covered his mouth with his hand in disgust, wanting to get far away.

Seeing how Elder Song avoided him, Yang Er forced a smile, and thought to himself: We're almost the same now, it's only fifty or a hundred, what's the point of pretending to be big tailed wolves?! Yang Er looked at Elder Song, who was hiding far away from him. Elder Song, who was walking on the other side, frowned, but didn't dare to say anything. Seeing Elder Song's determined look, Yang Er couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The two on the Xuan-Yuan stage were currently locked in battle. As for the important guests favored by the Beggar Gang, they stood by the sidelines as the situation continued to develop. Of course, there were some who could not bear to see this scene any longer. However, due to face, as long as there was no connection between them and their own gang, they would not get into trouble. They would know to protect themselves.

But there was one exception, and that was He Daqing, who had been suppressing his impulses. Before he left, his Master, the Sect Leader of the Kunlun Sect, Huang Zhenglong warned him repeatedly and told him, "Don't cause too much trouble when you go out this time!" But when he saw Cai Daoping flaunting his power on the stage, he already had the intention to kill him. Just as he was about to go up and deal with that disgusting traitor and clean up the mess, another person suddenly snatched the initiative away from him. He had originally thought that a hero would appear when he was being punished to go into seclusion, but now he saw his old rival, the Flying Leopard Cat!

At this moment, he suppressed his anger and decided to let the two fight first. When both sides were injured, he would be able to reap the benefits.

Murong Feng and Cai Daoping had fought for more than 30 trillion dollars, but when Murong Feng saw Cai Daoping, he didn't reveal any flaws. This made Murong Feng puzzled. He knew his martial arts very well. If he had used those skills when he was in Ri'an, he would have taken him down himself! Although he hadn't seen him for half a year, it was impossible for his martial arts to progress so fast! Could it be that this kid had secretly learned some profound martial arts somewhere?!

When he thought of this, he suddenly remembered that not long ago, he, Yue Yang, himself, when he saw those three vassals fighting with him at the teahouse, he seemed to have heard Master Tian Chan say something about Cai Daoping being a disciple of Master Tian Chan. Huang'er also seemed to have mentioned this to him before, probably because he didn't pay attention to it earlier, so he didn't think about it for a while.

However, Murong Feng changed his mind: "Although I've become Master Tian Chan's disciple, I'm afraid that this cunning old bald donkey, Master Tian Chan, hasn't given everything to Cai Daoping, right?" With the nature of that vassal, it was fine for him to have other people to work hard for him. However, it would be even harder for him to pass on his decades of cultivation to others than to ascend to the heavens! Even if Grandmaster Tian Zen had changed his nature and allowed the oil to charm his mind, he had still foolishly taught his martial arts to Cai Daoping. With Cai Daoping's comprehension ability, it was impossible for him to reach this level in just a few days!

Murong Feng saw that Cai Daoping's moves were getting fiercer and fiercer. If it weren't for his first-rate lightness skills, he would have already lost to this scoundrel who used to think that he was going to tremble.

Cai Daoping brandished his Western Summer Sword and slashed madly at Murong Feng. Because he had received several decades of Tian Chan Master's skills, even though he had battled with this old friend of his known as the "Flying Leopard Cat" for almost fifty rounds, he still felt full of energy, and his body was filled with endless energy. Through this exchange, he could see that the normally arrogant Murong Feng, other than his Qing Gong being slightly better, had very little and no other martial arts!

As he thought of this, Cai Daoping saw Murong Feng use a fan with a sword to make the fan whistle. As long as the fan passed by, there would be sword marks left behind by the fan. Cai Daoping didn't know where he came from, so he could only swing his Western Xia Sword and hack into a part of the fan that was not covered by the fan. Fortunately, it was Grandmaster Tian Zen's martial arts that protected him. Otherwise, with the weak point left by Cai Daoping, Murong Feng would have beaten him to the point where he could search for his teeth.

Murong Feng saw that Cai Daoping didn't look tired at all. Instead, he felt that his breath was a bit short of breath. If he continued fighting with him like this, then his defeat would be exposed in less than fifty moves. He could feel that his strength was getting weaker and weaker at the moment. Furthermore, his zhenqi was running out. If he did not think of a way now, he would lose to this traitor who had betrayed him in the past!