Lan Qingyu shook his head and sighed, waiting for Dong Yuhai's reluctant admiration. His words were like a torrent of water, endless. But what he said was just nice to hear, because in fact, the hatred in his heart was really like a torrent of water!

"Today, your performance has satisfied this palace master very much. So everyone is tired. Go back and recuperate. We will fight again in the afternoon. I hope that the disciples of all the major sects will do their best like they did in the previous match and strive to finish the competition as soon as possible."

The power of the Blood Alliance Da Gang sneered and interrupted Dong Yuhai's words, "The disciples of the Divine Art Palace will also die today, so I can rest assured."

Dong Yuhai's face darkened gradually. These people really thought they were easy to talk to, but they actually bullied him. It seemed that he had to teach them a lesson.

"It's not like you guys in the Blood Alliance haven't had people die before, and the way they died was disgusting and ugly. I really don't know where you get the courage to laugh at others." Dong Yuhai retorted sarcastically.

The powerful Gang just sneered and said, "Although some of our Blood Alliance disciples died, you can rest assured that we will not bear grudges against others just because of a match and kill people secretly to vent our anger!"

Lan Qingyu looked at the two people interacting with each other with cold eyes, raised his eyebrows, and a cold light flashed across his cold eyes.

After a while, the two of them fell silent.

On the way back, Mo Yao raised an evil smile on his face, which made Lan Qingyu suddenly feel that nothing in the world was as good as the smile of her beloved, and she was very glad to have this man.

"Husband, let me go see the injured disciples first." Lan Qingyu said with a frown.

Mo Yao nodded, "Let's go and take a look together."

There were only a dozen people fighting today, and only seven of them won.

The situation in the afternoon was even more grim. Lan Qingyu believed that the people from the Divine Art Palace and the Blood Alliance would not let them go easily. Although they had won in the ring, it did not mean that these people would be able to behave themselves and would not attack secretly.

In fact, Lan Qingyu and Mo Yao had the same idea, but they were still worried.

When they saw the injured disciples lying on the bed, Lan Qingyu didn't know what to say. The cruelty of these people was really outrageous. I never thought they would do such a cruel thing.

We are just entering the battlefield of gods and demons. Is it necessary to be so brutal?

Of course, this is just the idea of ​​ordinary people. Lan Qingyu knows that the people from the Divine Art Palace want to use this opportunity to eliminate their strength, so they will kill as many people as possible.

"Master, Madam Master!" When everyone saw Lan Qingyu and Mo Yao coming here, they all stood up to greet them.

Mo Yao waved his hand and said, "Have a good rest. Let's skip all these formalities."

Lan Qingyu's indifferent face showed no ripples. After seeing the injured disciple, the anger in her heart emerged, "They are really vicious. You must have encountered people from the Divine Art Palace and the Blood Alliance during the battle. Otherwise, it wouldn't be so tragic."

"Yes, Madam Sect Master!" A disciple who was in a better condition said, "The people I met today were from the Blood Alliance. They were extremely vicious. I had already called out the number of people, but that person refused to let me go and instead severely injured me. I had no choice but to roll off the stage."

Lan Qingyu's face was gloomy. She knew this was the current situation.

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