Ying Wuqi nodded, put away the red-sleeved knife in a neat manner, and then stood aside and waited for the next challenger.

Murong Fu was a little lost because when he just fought, he found that although his realm was similar to that of the other party, he was completely suppressed and beaten.

For this reason, he used dozens of martial arts masters of the original master of the fate body, but he was defeated and beaten.

He knew the original owner's experience, and the other party learned a lot, but he was not proficient in one move, but he was different. He got all the enhanced moves, including several of the Earth-level unique skills.

Why was he still crushed as usual? He still wanted to make the name of Bei Murong in this Qianlong List?

"Let's go." After hearing the sudden sound from his ears, Murong Fu looked at his cousin Murong Qiudi with a complicated expression.

He opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, just lowered his head and followed the other party's pace.

Murong Qiudi's choice was not much beyond everyone's expectations, but he just rushed to the left, but his eyes skipped from the first and second seats and looked directly at the last position.

"Fighting means not fighting, not fighting means fighting. Murong's donor's wisdom is enough to enter the Cihang lineage of my Buddha land." As his figure passed by Huiwu, the other party suddenly spoke.

Murong Qiudi just bowed to this, and then she sat in the seventh seat on the left as the representative of the Northern Barbarians.

And just as she sat down, a roar of poetry resounded throughout the audience.
Chapter completed!