Demon respects life, Master, don’t cry, disciple is wrong

Wangya Dian ushered in the busiest day in several years. Everyone in the sect got up early to make final preparations for the martial arts tournament.

As soon as the sun rose, disciples from all sects gathered here, and some casual cultivators came to participate in the martial arts competition.

Elder Feng Chen stood on the high platform: "Thank you all for coming to this tournament. The order of the competition and the contestants will be determined by drawing lots. I hope you can achieve a good ranking in this tournament. Now the tournament officially begins."

The gongs and drums are loud, and the firecrackers are all fired.

Mu Yuan and Xi Qing went to the lottery table to draw lots. Xi Qing sighed: "The twenty-fifth game will probably be scheduled until noon. Senior brother, which game are you on?"

"First show."

"Huh? The first show."

"Now, please invite the opponent in the first round - Immortal Master Mu Yuan to draw lots to choose the opponent." The host of the conference said.

Mu Yuan walked to the drawing table to draw the opponent.

All the disciples around were praying not to be drawn, never.

Mu Yuan finished drawing and handed it to the emcee.

"Mu Yuan versus Liu Yang!"

Everyone around was exclaiming, one of these two was Han Ziyu's disciple, and the other was Xiao Lin's disciple. Everyone knew that Xiao Lin and Han Ziyu were not on good terms, so this battle aroused great interest among everyone.

Mu Yuan flew to the ring. He glanced at Wang Ruonan who was standing aside. When their eyes met, Wang Ruonan immediately turned his head away.

Xi Qing shouted: "Brother, come on, brother, come on."

All the disciples of Bailu Peak shouted at the scene: "Come on, Senior Brother, Senior Brother will win."

Not to be outdone, the disciples of Yingtan Peak shouted loudly to cheer for Liu Yang.

Liu Yang also flew to the ring.

The referee stood in the corner of the ring holding a gong and drum. He was frightened by the breath of the two men. He knocked on the gong and said: "The competition begins now."

Mu Yuan flew forward with Shan Ping Dao, but Liu Yang blocked it with his sword. The swords faced each other and sparks flew away.

The fire wave headed towards the audience, and the disciples immediately released their spiritual power to avoid the impact of the fire wave.

The two released their spiritual power to fight again. Mu Yuan gathered his spiritual power and rushed away. Tens of thousands of sparks flew into the sky, and the tiger pounced on Liu Yang.

Liu Yang's golden spiritual power turned into thousands of spears and swords and headed towards Mu Yuan. The spears and swords were burned up by the raging fire.

The tiger swooped down and pinned Liu Yang on the ring with one palm, the flames burning Liu Yang's hair.

Liu Yang recalled his sword, stood up, jumped forward and pierced the tiger's back with his sword. The tiger struggled to fight with it. Mu Yuan flew away, and the Shanping knife slashed down towards Xiao Lin. The mountain was shattered into pieces. There was a cracking sound, and everyone covered their ears.

The Pingshan Sword gathered the power of the ages and rushed towards Liu Yang. Mu Yuan changed his hands to form a formation: "Suppression."

Soon the raging fire turned into a huge mountain and pressed Liu Yang down. The mountain flat sword suddenly split the mountain and the sword energy broke off Liu Yang's arm. He reluctantly took the arm and continued to fight.

Mu Yuan turned over and left, and suddenly found that Liu Yang's sword had an aura that did not belong to an immortal cultivator. He put away the Shanping knife and walked towards Liu Yang alone, and Liu Yang's sword sank into Xiao Lin's shoulder.

"Senior Brother" Xi Qing was excited and wanted to rush to the stage but was stopped by Wang Ruonan.

Mu Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood. He was no stranger to the feeling of evil spirit entering his body. He smiled coldly and pushed Liu Yang away. His spiritual power condensed thousands of beasts. The Shanping knife resisted Liu Yang's attack. Mu Yuan jumped up and flew away. When they reached Liu Yang's head, thousands of ferocious beasts transformed from fire spiritual power rushed from the sky. Mu Yuan slapped his head with a palm, and then stabbed his knife straight into his shoulder blade.

The people around him took a breath. Senior Brother Mu Yuan had really killed him. Liu Yang had obviously been seriously injured and his veins had been severed.

Liu Yang vomited blood one after another. He held his sword and stood on the ring. He wanted to fight to the death, but Xiao Lin stopped him with a move.

"Come here, carry Liu Yang down." Xiao Lin said.

The disciples behind him immediately supported the seriously injured Liu Yang and took him off the ring.

The first battle of the martial arts tournament was over, and everyone was still immersed in the shocking fight just now.

The martial arts competition continued until noon and Xi Qing was finally assigned. He drew lots and Wan Mufeng was chosen. The two fought hard and in the end Xi Qing narrowly won.

The master of ceremonies said: "Xi Qingsheng, in the next battle Han Xianzun's disciple Zhao Zhiruo will fight against Sanxiu Yunhai."

Xi Qing was shocked when Yunhai appeared. He was dressed exactly like Bei Yi. He was wearing a jet black robe and a silver iron mask on his head. Every move he made looked like Bei Yi.

Xi Qing was puzzled that Bei Yi still had the guts to participate in the martial arts competition: "Zhiruo, give me a hard beating. Beat him till he peees, beat him until he cries for father and mother."

Mo Ling was also surprised. Wasn't Bei Yi imprisoned in the Demon Locking Tower? How could he appear in the competition field? Lu Ming patted Mo Ling's hand: "Ling'er, I've only been out for a day and I miss our child so much."

Mo Ling raised her hand and tapped his head: "Looking at your worthless look, you will spoil your daughter sooner or later."

"But she looks like you, so I just want to pamper her."

Mo Ling stared at him helplessly.

Lei Yingying looked at one of her empty sleeves. This broken arm was caused by Bei Yi. Today is a great opportunity for revenge.

During this competition, the surrounding disciples were in panic, fearing that Bei Yi, who had climbed out of the Demon Locking Tower, would come to claim their lives.

The man in black and Zhao Zhiruo fought with only their spiritual power on the ring.

Just when Zhao Zhiruo was about to knock the man in black off the ring, he saw a black aura condensing from one of the hands of the man in black behind his back.

Before anyone noticed his behavior, the competition was interrupted by a chaotic quarrel.

A group of ragged villagers were blocked by a group of disciples.

"Please, Taoist priests, save us ordinary people." An old man staggered towards the competition ground holding a fire stick, "This world has no regard for the lives of us ordinary people. We should be slaughtered by others. You deserve to be cut to pieces by a thousand cuts, my child."

After finishing his words, the old man knelt down with a plop: "Fellow Taoist priests, if you still remember the right path of the immortal way and remember the words of the founding of the sect to save the common people, please uphold the right path for us ordinary people."

Elder Feng Chen flew to the old man: "Old man, why are you here this time?"

A group of villagers behind the old man had either broken arms or legs. They supported each other and walked behind the old man. Some women cried bitterly and the men cursed loudly.

One of the young men pointed at the man in black on the ring: "That's him, that's him. More than two months ago, he came to our village and slaughtered several men in the village to demonstrate to us. He also captured dozens more The monster was placed in the village, and some unknown poison was given to the villagers, causing some villagers to lose their minds and only know how to kill people, and then asked us to go up the mountain to lure the disciples of your sect to the village to try to kill it."

The man in black on the ring sneered: "What evidence is there to prove that I did this?"

The man said: "Your clothes and the iron mask are exactly the same as that person, it's you."

The man in black laughed loudly: "There are so many people wearing the same clothes. They want to frame me just because of this. It's ridiculous."

The young man was frightened by him and took a step back. He probably thought about the tragic death of his fellow villagers and he could no longer be a coward. He then straightened his body and said, "It's him, his voice, his clothes, it's him, there's nothing wrong with it."

Feng Chen frowned. He looked at the man in black on the ring, and then at the cold light on the high platform. Could it be that this man was Bei Yi. Feng Chen frowned. For the sake of Wangya Dian's reputation, he had no choice but to arrest the wrong person. He waved his hand: "Come here, capture this person and interrogate him immediately."