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The sky exploded and a sea of red flames enveloped the entire arena. This small arena seemed to have become hell itself.

With a shout, the opponent's charred body was lashed down by the long red whip.

She was much stronger than he had imagined. Whether it was in terms of cultivation techniques, martial skills, or true energy battles, she already had the potential to be a powerful expert.

The battle on the platform Cang Fifteen was on was not easy. There were at least two fierce individuals there. One was at the peak, and the other was the one that could defeat Xu Shaoyun.

Right now, the first round of the competition was not over yet. It was Feng Feng and a fierce-looking burly man fighting each other. Their bare upper bodies were full of scars and their muscles were full of muscles. Their arms were as thick as Chang Lou's thighs and they were filled with explosive power, reaching 2.5 meters in height. The weapon in his hand was very strange. It was a judge's pen that was only two feet long. Holding it in his hand felt like holding a toothpick, and he was extremely happy.

This big guy was called Wu Ran, his attacks were ruthless to the point of death. Exchanging injuries for injuries, this was a strategy that simply didn't care for one's life. The strength of his body was terrifyingly strong. When Feng Feiyun's powerful stick hit his body, he didn't even feel anything. It was terrifying to death.

However, the one who defeated Xu Shaoyun shouldn't be this ruthless person. With Xu Shaoyun's temperament, he would definitely fight to the death. Moreover, Wu Can Man's defense was lacking and his attack power was insufficient. Therefore, this Wu Hong might not be able to withstand Xu Shaoyun's overbearing and peerless attack.

"Did he defeat Xu Shaoyun?"

There was a man squatting in the corner. He had a very ordinary appearance, dressed in very ordinary clothes, and acted very ordinary. Squatting there, he seemed like a complete passerby.

In his left hand was a knife, an extremely familiar looking knife. The snow-white scabbard of the knife had a sinister skull carved on the handle.

"He's in the same sect as Yao Xing and Fu Gui?" Chang Lou was really shocked. If they were not of the same sect, then it would be impossible to explain the fact that they shared the same bone blade. If the three of them were from the same sect, then it would be terrifying.

With a loud shout, the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked. It was as if the mountain had collapsed. After spitting out a mouthful of old blood, that staff directly sent Wu Dai flying.

The moment the battle ended, the guy who was squatting in the corner stood up and slowly walked onto the platform.

The moment he stepped on the platform, his aura suddenly changed. It was as if a long blade had been unsheathed. A domineering aura that looked down on the world burst out from this ordinary body.

Cang Fifteen also went up. Different from his usual self, he did not laugh or make any opening remarks. His eyes were full of seriousness and passion. This young master seemed to have an indescribable murderous aura that pierced through the sky and cleared the dark clouds, making him stand shoulder to shoulder with the moon.

"My name is Fu Changsheng!" You are called Cang Fifteen! "

The long blade in the assassin's left hand continued to tremble as his fighting spirit continued to soar. It was as if he was very eager to explore the world.

Fu Changsheng had already merged into one with the bone blade in his hand and was a sharp longblade in itself. His appearance was ordinary, and it was impossible to erase the sharpness of his nature and recall his bloodshed. His pale face and frail body were matched with a ghastly white bone blade and the darkness of the night. From the looks of it, he seemed like a sharp blade that had been tempered over the years.

His blade was as old and ancient as his own, and each stroke was extremely slow, like the lingering leaves in the autumn wind that refused to fall from the sky; the desolate, desolate blade intent was filled with the unbridled cruelty and coldness of death.

Chang Lou finally knew why Xu Shaoyun had been defeated.

Three slashes. It had only been three slashes, but Cang Fifteen had already been forced to the edge of the arena. He found it difficult to respond to these three slashes.

"Good saber!" Cang Fifteen praised. Suddenly, his eyes showed some sympathy as the wooden sword let out a resonating cry.

This sword was destined to be extraordinary, slashing Fu Changsheng off the platform.

Before the audience knew what had happened, Fu Changsheng had already left the arena. Even Chang Lou, who had been staring at Cang Fifteen, had completely understood the unparalleled magnificence of that sword attack.

Cang Fifteen, this was Cang Fifteen's trump card, the trump card that shocked everyone.

Twenty years ago, the genius of the Cang family, Cang Ju, fought against the heroes in Jing Country with incomparable might and prestige. Not a single person in Jing Country's younger generation could withstand a single sword strike.

Twenty years ago, Cang Ming used a wooden sword to defeat a group of elites in one strike. Twenty years later, Cang Fifteen also used a wooden sword to kill countless experts.

"Cang Fifteen? So it's that fifteen! "

All the old men of Jing Guo were glaring at Cang Fifteen. They understood the meaning of the term "fifteenth" to the humiliation of Jing Guo. Other than those young men and women who didn't know of this, who had stars shining in their eyes due to admiration, everyone else had angry looks on their faces.

Cang Fifteen did not care about the glares of these people as he walked off the stage. He even smiled back at these "smiling" fellow villagers who were a bit out of the ordinary.

After an hour of silence, the four of them drew lots.

Zhu Yuxiao against Xu Shaoyun, and Peak against Azure Fifteen. Many people mocked that this draw was almost exactly the same as not drawing at all.

The next match would be three days later. It was said that this was mainly due to the shrewdness of the Iron Rhinoceros City's City Lord. These rich experts would have to stay in the Iron Rhinoceros City for one more day, drink wine, eat and sleep for one day. If the city walls were repaired, weapons exchanged, and a few more soldiers accepted, the mayor might even ascend to the rank of an official. That would be a lot of good things to do.

In these three days, Chang Lou's main goal was to cultivate in seclusion. There was no way for him to feel that his current cultivation level was too low.

In these three days, while Chang Lou was cultivating, he had instructed the waiter of the inn to notify him of the appearance of the princess of the Immortal pavilion opposite him.

Fortunately, Zhu Yuxiao had been preparing for Xu Shaoyun these past few days. He was in closed door cultivation and hadn't taken a single step out of the Immortal Deity Pavilion. Thus, Chang Lou felt slightly more at ease.

In the Immortal pavilion, his brother would never have the chance to get rid of the princess.

Three days quickly passed by and a tense day was about to arrive. Chang Lou knew that the day would soon arrive.

Chang Lou was in a pretty good mood after entering the second level of the Innate realm. She stood at the window of the inn and looked at the various beauties walking in and out of the street. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

The door of the house opened. He had never expected that the person who had come would be him, Chu Feng.

"I'm not here for tea!" Seeing that Chang Lou was about to pour tea, Feng Feng hastily stopped her.

When Chang Lou went to get the wine, the peak also stopped them.

"I'm not here to drink!"

"Then what did you come here for?"

Chang Lou simply sat on the chair and crossed her legs as she asked him.

Chu Feng poured himself a cup of tea and asked slowly, "You're very familiar with Cang Fifteen!"