Tingshan did not attack again. He stood in the air and looked at the slender girl with a very ordinary appearance.

After three full breaths, the fighting spirit in his eyes slowly disappeared, and the vine armor on his body was quickly retracted into his body.

"I lost, thank you fellow Taoist for showing mercy!"

Although he is warlike, the fact that he has survived to this day intact with this personality at least shows that he is very smart.

Listening to the somewhat helpless voice from Tingshan above the competition arena, those giant tree monks were still a little in disbelief.

The two sides didn't even have five breaths before and after the fight, and the strong man in his own clan was defeated. This is too unacceptable.

Don't look at Ustu's realm being higher than Tingshan, even he can't say he can defeat Tingshan so easily.

"Concession is just a missed move. If we really want to decide the outcome, unless you and I both use our full strength, we will not know who will win and who will lose.

Presumably by then, one of us will be seriously injured, which is not what we want!"

Zhao Min bowed slightly, his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, and his voice was even more pleasant to the ear, like the cry of an oriole in an empty valley.

As soon as she said this, those giant tree monks who were still feeling a little depressed suddenly became much more relaxed. After all, everyone wants face.

"I just said that if the Golden Core cultivator wants to decide the winner, it can be that simple!"

"Of course, even if their bodies are gone and only one golden elixir is left, they can still use the magic weapon. No one dares to defeat the opponent until the last moment."

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Chapter completed!