Han Zheng is a fight for everything. He is like a sharp sword. He kills people when he disagrees. There are countless people who die under him. So Yan Ning saw the middle-aged woman staring at him at this time, but he didn't feel strange at all.

He was just curious about what Han Zheng did to make the woman show such a strong murderous intent to him. He was also curious about what the woman was. What if it was the old demon of the Black Mountain and Master Mie Jue who came to assassinate him in the middle of the night, would he still have a safe sleep?

Yan Ning thought of the woman who came to sleep in his room last night, and felt very depressed. He just hoped that no one would go to his bed tonight to sleep.

After returning to the seat easily, Huang Yexiong immediately said flatteringly: "Han Tanzhu's Ten Thousand Swords Art is indeed well-known. When I saw it today, I admire him so much!"

Yan Ning had no expression on his face and acted arrogantly. In fact, he was already filled with joy. It seemed that Huang Yexiong was not familiar with Han Zheng, and his half-baked Wanjian Art scared him.

After Yan Ning left, it was already half dark. Yan Ning was a little bored and asked Huang Yexiong: "Who will participate in the competition?"

If Yan Ning remembered correctly, most of the people he knew had already finished the competition, but Yihu and Zhang Daofeng did not come to the stage.

Huang Yexiong calculated: "It seems... there is only one game."

Yan Ning was stunned. If there was only one game left, wouldn’t it be a duel between Yihu and Zhang Daofeng?

As if to verify Yan Ning's conjecture, Jiang Qingguang shouted on the rostrum: "The last game, the Great Master of Longhu Mountain, against... Jianzhou Axe Tiger Gang Yihu!"

What's the situation?

Yan Ning was very puzzled. Didn’t Jiang Yunhe say that Zhang Daofeng and Yihu would be on the list of the top three? At this time, they were arranged to fight, and no matter what, one of them would be eliminated. Isn’t this different from their previous plan?

Yan Ning hurriedly searched for Jiang Yunhe's figure on the rostrum, but Jiang Yunhe ran to the rostrum in panic, trying to scold Jiang Qingguang, but he held back.

If he scolded Jiang Qingguang in public at this time, wouldn’t he admit that Gongliang’s lineage was secretly planning everyone’s duel opponent?

"How can you arrange for them to fight?" Jiang Yunhe asked in a low voice.

"Yihu has tripped us many times, and I want to take this opportunity to take revenge on him..." Jiang Qingguang said weakly.

Jiang Yunhe resisted the idea of ​​wanting to beat Jiang Qingguang on the spot, snorted coldly, leaving only a stupid word, and left.

Yan Ning saw all this, and he understood it. It turned out that the other disciples of Gongliang's lineage didn't know about this so-called immortal tomb, the matter of the Tiansha Soul-Devouring Array, and even the relationship between Jiang Yunhe and the Rebirth Tower!

In other words, even the disciples of Gongliang lineage thought they had really discovered an immortal tomb, and were so proud that they were intoxicated by their sect's contribution to the immortal fate!

Yihu and Zhang Daofeng have both walked up to the immortal platform, and the audience around them can't help cheering. After watching the big guy beat the newbie for a day, they can finally see the big guy against the big guy once.

In fact, Yihu's true status or popularity has not reached the point of being side by side with Zhang Daofeng, but today Yihu and Xin Maoshan Thirteen Taibao have already given everyone too many surprises. Unconsciously, their evaluation of Yihu has also become higher, and even created Yihu that can become a dark horse, better than Zhang Daofeng!

Yan Ning was not worried that the two of them would break up. After all, they were locked up together in the Xuanwu Seal for half a year. How could they have no feelings for each other? Even if Yan Ning died, they would still have feelings for each other.

The two walked onto the stage and after standing still, Zhang Daofeng spoke first: "Brother Yihu, it seems that someone deliberately made things difficult for us."

The two looked at Jiang Qingguang on the rostrum at the same time. Jiang Qingguang suddenly shivered and looked elsewhere awkwardly.

Yihu said: "It is better to say that it is embarrassing me than to make things difficult for us, which has implicated Brother Nanfeng."

"What are you going to do? Or not?" Zhang Daofeng asked.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats: Beat! Beat! We watched it all day and were looking forward to your fight!!

Yihu pondered for a moment, and it seemed like a century had passed in everyone's ears.

"Fight..."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and they almost cheered, and finally they could watch the big guys fight!

Yan Ning also became interested. Yihu and Zhang Daofeng were said to have understood the ancient rules left by Xuanwu in the seal, and they didn't know how strong they are now.

The two of them looked solemn, slowly approaching each other, taking extra care of each step.

The elders of a sect couldn't help but introduce to their disciples: "You should pay attention to the movements of the two of them. Yihu took a step forward, which means he had the intention to take the lead! Ahhhh! Zhang Daofeng took a step back. What does this mean? Is he playing hard to get and trying to test Yihu's strength?"

"Master showdown, don't think that these big moves can represent everything. Look, Yihu's third eyelash on the upper eyelid is about to fall off. This is actually a signal. Zhang Daofeng is waiting for such an opportunity. As soon as the wind blows, the eyelashes make Yihu blink, and Zhang Daofeng will take action in an instant!"

A disciple raised his hand and said, "Elder! There was sand just now entering Master Zhang's eyes, and he rubbed it for a while. Why didn't Yihu take action?"

The elder cursed: "Silly! Master Zhang Tian is a real big shot. Can't you even see such an obvious trap? He deliberately dressed up and distracted himself, trying to attract Yihu into his ambush!"

Another disciple shouted: "Elder! Yihu just scratched the heel of his right foot with his left foot. This is a very obvious flaw, but Master Zhang did not take action either!"

"Silly! Stupid! Master Zhang Tian can make a trap, can't Yihu be? Their actions seem normal, but they actually have murderous intent!"

Yihu on the stage couldn't help but turn his head and shouted, "Damn it, old guy, who made you broadcast live? My heels are itchy. You're just beating around and playing, and you're not letting me fight well?"

Just as Yihu turned around, Zhang Daofeng suddenly moved, and his figure turned into a afterimage and appeared in front of Yihu in an instant. When Yihu reacted, it was too late, but he still gritted his teeth to defend. Zhang Daofeng slapped a soft palm, Yihu screamed repeatedly: "Ouch! Oh! It hurts so much! My waist is broken! My face is disfigured! My butt is cracked in two!"
Chapter completed!