It's over! Looking at Yi Beichen standing on the edge of the ring, motionless and with his eyes straight, Ma Fengming felt extremely sad.

In his opinion, Yi Beichen will undoubtedly die.

Because he was so familiar with the spirits he summoned. Once he invaded his body, no matter who it was, he would be sucked into a corpse and eventually became a corpse.

Yi Beichen has a deep connection with the Ma family. If he dies at his hands, he will probably be punished extremely severely after returning to the family.

Moreover, Ma Fengming himself had a very deep personal relationship with Yi Beichen.

He didn't want this good friend to die in his hands... And just as Ma Fengming was so sad, a crisp voice sounded in his ears.

"Uncle Yi, he will not lose!"

It's Xiaoyu! She has been watching the game off the court, her bright eyes are as clear as the fire, and her petite and cute little face is full of determination.

She confirmed that even if Yi Beichen was invaded by a spirit, he would never be killed easily.

And just then, the people in the stands began to talk.

“Is it over?

Yi Beichen was invaded by a spirit body and has now become a walking corpse. Then the victory of this arena sect should belong to Ma Fengming of the Ma family!”

"Yes, announce it quickly, there is no need to drag it on.

There is no more Beichen in the world, and the next round can be launched."

"It is worthy of being the Ma family in the Northeast. No matter how popular Yi Beichen is, he is still not as profound as the Pangda Cultivation Family."

Yan Dongxu on the rostrum saw this and was extremely ecstatic. He almost stood up and celebrated with the masked man behind him.

Since Yi Beichen is dead, his mission has been completed.

There is no need to continue this martial arts conference. You can just find a reason to get out.

A huge rock fell to the ground in his heart, and Yan Dongxu stood up and gave the referee on the scene a look.

The latter understood it and immediately raised the triangular flag in his hand and announced it loudly.

"The Sky-word ring, the seventh game."

"Victor, Ma Feng..." However, before the words could be finished, an extremely cold voice suddenly broke everyone's thinking.

"Not necessarily?"

"I haven't fallen yet, how can I judge the victory to others so easily?"

Yi Beichen's eyes regained their expressions, and his sharp eyes made everyone present take a breath.

"Oh my God, Yi Beichen is fine?"

"How is this possible? The spirit has obviously entered the body. Under such circumstances, it is impossible for anyone to survive."

"Yes, what's going on? Could it be that someone has any unknown trump card that has not been played?"

Yan Dongxu, who had just put down the huge rock in his heart, suddenly changed his color and pressed the stone on his chest again.

He couldn't figure out why Yi Beichen could survive?

If this disaster is not dead, Yan Dongxu will be thrilled by this roller coaster-like mood.

"Yi Beichen, are you okay?"

Ma Fengming asked in surprise, and at the same time he was still seriously confused.

After all, he has never failed to make a mistake in this trick of ghost killing so far. Even when facing a peerless strong man at the peak of the spiritual transformation realm, he will be able to kill with one blow.

"Yeah, I just survived by chance."

"However, I still want to thank your spirit. As for why, I will tell you after the martial arts conference."

Yi Beichen smiled indifferently, and the aura on his body was slightly different from before.

"Okay, since that's the case, then we will continue to fight, and it won't be so unhappy!"

Seeing that his friend was not dead, the burden in Ma Fengming's heart disappeared instantly, and a sense of heroism rose into the air and the desire to fight was flying.

"No need!"

"We have a clear judgment on the right and wrong between us, there is no need to waste time any more."

Yi Beichen's mouth curled up a curve, and everything seemed calm and gentle.

"Yi Beichen, what did you say?"

Ma Fengming didn't understand what it meant for a moment, but suddenly found that Yi Beichen's figure had instantly killed him from the edge of the arena dozens of meters away.

The speed and ferocious momentum were completely beyond Ma Fengming's expectations.

Bang... Ma Fengming suffered an extremely heavy blow in his chest, and the man flew backwards in shock.

Until now, he had not figured out why Yi Beichen's strength suddenly increased so high... The next second, Ma Fengming fell under the ring.

Lost! Still losing so far.

As the referee's voice rang, Yi Beichen entered the next round of the ring match in the form of a winner.

"Okay, Yi Beichen.

I'm willing to accept the loss, this thing will be yours in the future."

Ma Fengming stood up from under the ring, slapped the dust on his body, and threw the token on his waist to Yi Beichen above.

Although he was defeated, he still had an open-minded smile on his face.

It was as if it was defeated by Yi Beichen, and it was not a shameful thing.

Yi Beichen took the token and said with a strong smile: "I'm going to give in! I'm going to make the decision. Xiaoyu can take you as his teacher, but if you want to pass on her martial arts, you must come to Kyoto."

"Happy, so happy!"

After hearing Yi Beichen's words, Ma Fengming was happy and did not look like a loser at all. Instead, he seemed happier than winning the final treasure map.

But everyone present was not calm because they all saw that the token that Ma Fengming threw to Yi Beichen just now was the token of the Ma family's Dabei Blood Guard.

With the token in hand, the elites of the Ma family in Northeast China were dispatched at will.

That means that the power in Yi Beichen's hand expanded madly again! Zhan Kuang clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes looking at Yi Beichen were filled with a vicious aura.

He was sure that he had to be killed before he returned to Kyoto, otherwise if he could mobilize the Great North Blood Guard, then Yi Beichen's next step might be to take the token to clean up the Buddhist sect... and Yan Dongxu, who was huddled on the rostrum, looked behind him in surprise, unable to let go for a long time.

"Announce the next ring match..." The masked man behind him said slowly, and there was no sadness or joy in his tone.

In desperation, Yan Dongxu had no choice but to do so.

The eighth arena match was about to begin again.

Yi Beichen and Ma Fengming, who returned to the stands, got together.

"Yi Beichen, what happened just now, why did he suddenly become so strong?"

"It is possible that others can't see through it, but I really feel that your strength has improved by leaps and bounds."

Ma Fengming asked softly.

"No, you're dazzled."

Yi Beichen smiled secretly, then looked at the ring, not continuing to get involved with Ma Fengming in this matter.
Chapter completed!