Zhang Kaifeng's blood surging, and his throat became sweet, and he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Whoosh!

The Death Sword took the opportunity to hit him, hitting him on the forehead, knocking him to the ground, and his head was damaged, and the person immediately lost consciousness and fainted.

The winner has been decided!

The spiritual power slowly dissipated on the ring, and the two of them who fought fiercely finally stopped.

Everyone in the audience was in an uproar.

No one expected that Zhang Kaifeng would be defeated like this.

For the sake of Long Xianli's face, Su Yun did not continue to attack, but raised his hand, took back the death sword, and quietly waited for the verdict of the referee next to him.

Then he saw the referee running quickly, checked Zhang Kaifeng in a coma, then stood up and shouted loudly: "The competition is over, the winner is Wuyun, and Wuyun will be promoted to the Dragon Group player and get the right to participate in the Shanhe List Ranking Competition!!!"

The cry spread, and the audience was silent for a moment, and a thunderous sound of mountains and seas erupted in an instant.

"OK!!"

"Wuyun! Good! Haha!"

"I knew you would win!"

"Where did you learn this sword control technique? Even the sword control technique of the Divine Sword Sect is not your opponent?"

"Haha, I won! I made a lot of money this time!"

Some people smiled happily and were really happy that Wuyun could be promoted, while others were also happy because they won the market.

Of course, there were also many insults. Those who lost the market were already excited and wanted to go to the ring to beat Zhang Kaifeng to death.

"Damn, we have bet so many magic weapons on you, but you actually lost!"

"The face of the Divine Sword Sect really makes you lose all!! The incompetent boy!"

"Your Divine Sword Sect still claims to be the best in sword control. Today, it seems that this is the case!"

"My magic weapon!!"

The insults and ridicule of many people made the Divine Sword Sect angry. The disciples of the Divine Sword Sect wanted to go up and seal their mouths, but at this time, Long Xianli spoke.

"Send Kaifeng back for treatment first!"

The soft and pleasant sound of the ears, like the sound of nature, emerges: "Don't be angry with others. If they scold them, then scold them. In life, there must be wins and losses. Losing one game is nothing. Relax your mind! If you are not calm, it will be difficult to reach a higher level. Okay, let's go."

After saying that, the man stood up and left straight away.

Seeing this, the disciples could only bear the anger and turn around and leave.

Su Yun exhaled on the stage and clenched his fists slightly.

"I finally entered the Shanhe List ranking competition!"

He whispered softly.

I have already reached this point and there are not many roads left!

"The contestant is cloudless!"

At this time, the notary in the audience suddenly called out.

Su Yun looked in the voice, but saw the notary taking out a golden token and handing it over.
Chapter completed!