"Xian Chang, you can eat it!"

Yi Shuyuan thought for a moment, then reached out and took it.

Seeing Yi Shuyuan take it, Xiao Diao seemed very happy, and he also tore off the chicken legs and started to chew on them.

"Well, Immortal Chief, I haven't asked for your name yet!"

Yi Shuyuan was about to answer, but after thinking about it for a moment, the changes in his body disappeared with a thought.

This hand made the little mink who was chewing the chicken leg obviously stunned again.

"I, Yi Shuyuan, don't keep calling me Immortal Chief. It would be more appropriate to call me Mr. Sheng."

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The next morning, Qinglong's home court was just like it was on the first day of the martial arts competition. There was a huge crowd of warriors surrounding it.

Nowadays, instead of just watching the games on the ground, many high platforms have been built to watch the games. Local businessmen in Yuezhou are doing a prosperous business.

Since entering the top ten in the competition, every competition has been held at the Qinglong home court paved with bluestone.

This site is no longer a complex terrain, but a huge bluestone field, with a log as thick as two hands clasped together and as high as six or seven feet erected in the middle and at the four corners.

At this time, there are already people competing in the home field.

The fight has reached a critical moment. In Yi Shuyuan's eyes, it is obvious that one side is in full swing, while the other side is a little distracted.

In A Fei's hand was a pewter stick covered with iron at both ends. The stick made a whistling sound in his hand. The long stick swept past, and the opponent hurriedly dodged.

"Bang..."

The hit log immediately showed a terrible dent. If the stick hit a person, it would probably break the person.

Ah Fei's opponent was holding a long sword, but he couldn't get close at all. Every time he blocked, he felt pain from the tiger's mouth.

The opponent's original momentum has already been lost, and in his heart he is even more worried about showing cowardice.

What's going on? How could this happen? Hasn't Mai Lingfei's internal strength been greatly damaged? Why is his move so fierce, as if he doesn't care about his internal strength at all?

"when--"

At this moment, Ah Fei saw that his opponent had stage fright and took advantage of your illness to kill you!

"Watch the move——"

The long stick danced into a phantom, and actually struck like a marksman.

"When——" "When——" "When——"

The opponent used his long sword to block, and his arms were already numb. When Affiti thrust forward with his stick, he only had time to cross the sword across his chest.

"drink--"

Ah Fei shouted violently, his whole body's internal energy surged, and his thrust was like an explosion of huge force. The long stick withstood the sword and hit the opponent's chest.

"Bang--"

"Well......"

The long sword let go, and the person flew backwards and fell directly outside the field. Many people screamed and rushed over.

“Young Master—Young Master—” “Young Master!”

At the edge of the competition arena, an official announced loudly.

"Winner, Mai Lingfei——"

A Fei held a long stick in his hand, slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and looked in one direction under the stage, where two people were also looking at him.
Chapter completed!