Naturally, there was no suspense in losing this battle, and some people in the audience regretted that Wu Shuang had become the head, so it would not be so declining now.

Ye Yuange stood aside, feeling a little lost.

The next match will be the match between Fanhai Palace and Myriad Sword Sect. According to the rules, Gu Cimu, as the eldest disciple, must be the first to play, but the person who will compete with him is of extraordinary strength, and the specific result cannot be guessed.

Like him, Zhou Mingyi always pays attention to the movement on the stage.

The chief disciple of Fanhai Palace, Yue Ji, is considered a proud disciple among many sects. It is said that he subdued a big monster a few days ago, so he was in the limelight for a while.

Compared with Gu Cimu, Yue Ji is slightly inferior in appearance, but he has longed for Zhou Mingyi in his heart, and may not be merciful to Gu Cimu's subordinates.

Ye Yuange knew that there was such a layer of grievances, so he kept watching him all the time, worried that this person would play some tricks.

The martial arts competition field of the Xianxia Conference, in the name of euphemism, is actually for saving face.

If he lost, he would be like that disciple of the Qingcheng Sect just now, who was ridiculed as soon as he stepped down, and couldn't even raise his head.

Accompanied by the beating of gongs and drums, Gu Cimu and Yue Ji saluted each other, and the next moment they drew out their swords and began to fight.

"I've heard that Yue Ji is quite strong, but facing this Gu Cimu might give Fanhai Palace some face."

"That's not necessarily the case, Gu Hong's son, how can he be an ordinary person, so far, he has hidden his strength!"

Ye Yuange listened curiously to the judgments of others, and then looked up, what he said was really good.

Gu Cimu and Shenyue didn't even get out of the sheath, and Yue Ji attacked every time, but he just dodged to avoid it. The angry opponent was no longer peaceful, and secretly made up his mind to defeat him.

"Do you dare to use all your strength to fight me?"

He gritted his teeth and glared at Gu Cimu.

"Enough."

Gu Cimu's words are not lethal, but they are extremely ironic.

Yue Ji quickly glanced down the stage, and saw that the girl he liked was full of concern, staring at his opponent intently.

How could a man stand such humiliation.

He mobilized his technique, and while Gu Cimu was dodging, he turned into a silver needle and stabbed directly at his wrist.

Ye Yuange was terrified when he saw it. Although the silver needles were small and difficult to detect, when they were moving in vain, the light reflected on their eyes made people suspicious.

"Okay, this man is going to make some small moves."

Shao Wenguang was quite reluctant and rushed over to watch Gu Cimu's competition. Before he got close, he saw Ye Yuange rushing to the side and beating the drum. The sound was so loud that everyone in the audience looked over.

Gu Cimu had already stopped, but Yue Ji took this opportunity to conjure up a handful of silver needles and stab them in the opponent's face.

"Brother Gu, be careful of the silver needle."

Ye Yuange doesn't know how to spell, and he can't rush up to block it, so he can only remind him.

Although Gu Cimu's movements were fast, there were so many silver needles that one of them couldn't be avoided. It swiped across his wrist, brought up a drop of blood, and landed firmly on the ring.

Just as he was about to reach out to pick it up, Yue Ji had already shattered the silver needle on the ground, and all he could see was blood.

"Are you sure you want to win me this way?"

Gu Cimu didn't care about the wound on his hand, and before Yue Ji could answer, Jinyue got out of the sheath, the sword was shining brightly, and Yue Ji subconsciously covered his eyes with his hand.

As soon as he let go, in a daze, Baptist Moon was already approaching from his pupils, just move a little further, and his eyes would be gone.

"Gu Cimu, what do you mean?"

"I advise you to think about it."