"Ahem..."

Xun Ziyan opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of bright red blood. His eyes were red and he looked at Peng Junyue pressing against him. His eyes were sharp like a sharp sword and wanted to pierce Peng Junyue's heart.

"Wow……"

Peng Junyue opened his mouth and squirted a large mouthful of blood, and sprayed Xun Ziyan's face directly. The giant mountain was too heavy, and the heavy pressure made the qi and blood in his body roll.

After squirting Xun Ziyan's face, he then put away the Jushan Martial Treasure, stood up with excitement and wiped the blood from his mouth. He ignored Xun Ziyan and turned his head to look at the referee beside him and said, "If he lost, he will land first, I will land. According to the rules, I will win."

"You won? Who said you won?" Xun Ziyan took out a handkerchief with disgust and wiped it with blood sprayed on Peng Junyue's face, as if it was mixed with saliva. Before he could wipe his face dry, he suddenly heard Peng Junyue's words, immediately put down his handkerchief and looked at Peng Junyue with anger and said, "You have admitted defeat before, and it is me who won."

"Take a loss? Who said I gave in? Which ear did you hear me give in?" Peng Junyue looked at Xun Ziyan with a slanderous look and said, "You have thought about it, I mean you won, it's not that I gave in, nor that I abstained from it.

Don’t you know that there is a military strategy called showing the enemy as weak? I said you won, that’s showing the enemy as weak. Isn’t that normal? I didn’t say I abstained.”

Everyone around realized it when they heard the sound, and looked at Peng Junyue in shock.

"Win, win again!"

"It turns out that the rules can be used like this!"

"In fact, the real essence is the raised hands. Xun Ziyan thought he was giving up, but in fact he was preparing for attack."

"No, the real essence is the giant mountain that is taken out later."

"Yes, I think it's that giant mountain, too."

"You said that this battle is the fastest defeat of the gods besides the gods who gave up. Looking at the Gods and Marquis Congress in the past, there has never been a long-lasting gods who have been defeated so quickly."

Xun Ziyan listened to the voices of the people around him, and almost spurted out another mouthful of blood. He stared at Peng Junyue with his eyes tightly. After a while, he said coldly: "Very good, you are very good. I admit defeat this time, but I will remember this hatred. In the future, I will ask for advice again."

"What do you mean? Do you want to settle the score after the autumn?" Peng Junyue said contemptuously: "You are relying on the power behind you to suppress others and want to take revenge afterwards.

So, don’t compare the Gods and Marquis Congress in the future, and directly award it to you. Otherwise, no matter who wins you, you will find someone to retaliate afterwards, so who dares to beat you? It turns out that this is your long-lasting style of the great sect. You can’t afford to lose and have no energy..."

"You..." Xun Ziyan couldn't say a word that he held back again.

Suddenly, a palm stretched out behind him and gently patted his shoulder.

Chu Ziyun slowly walked forward from behind, looked at Peng Junyue coldly, and a cold murderous voice shot out from his eyes and said, "Qi? What's the use of Qi? Can Qi be used as a cultivation combat power? Can Qi solve all disputes? That's better than Qi, what's the combat power?"

As his words fell, a cold murderous aura surged out.

In Peng Junyue's eyes, his pupils suddenly shrank, and Chu Ziyun had murderous intentions. Chu Ziyun, the first disciple of the Four Saints, and one of his children. There are also rumors that Chu Ziyun is the saint son of the Four Saints in the contemporary world.

The Holy Son, that is the best person selected by the children.

Now, there are two people on the other side, and there may be more people in a while. After all, they have a large number of people in their sects forever. If they continue, they may not be able to take advantage of them, they can only...

"If you don't have the energy, you can't afford to lose. The people of the Four Saints Sects cannot afford to lose..." Peng Junyue repeated the previous words again.

"You..." Chu Ziyun frowned and said coldly: "What does it mean to be unable to afford to lose? If you are normal..."

"If you don't have the energy, you can't afford to lose. The people of the Four Saints Sects cannot afford to lose..." Peng Junyue spoke again without waiting for Chu Ziyun to speak, and repeated the previous words.

"It's clear that you are using tricks. If you defeat Ziyan with dignity, we will naturally recognize you..."

"If you don't have the energy, you can't afford to lose. People from the Four Saints cannot afford to lose..."

Peng Junyue didn't care what the other party said, just repeated the sentence constantly. He just repeated it, but the other party had to explain for a long time.

He said something, but Chu Ziyun and Xun Ziyan had to explain a lot. For a moment, Chu Ziyun and Xun Ziyan didn't even say anything, and left a harsh word and turned around and walked towards the distance.

As the two of them left, bursts of cheers suddenly burst out behind them.

"It's not just the win on the ring, but also the two people from the Four Saints are speechless."

"I really learned this time. But I think the rules of the Gods Conference will be changed soon. If you win, you will be considered as a loss in the future."

"Change it and change it, today I have gained my knowledge."

Everyone looked at Peng Junyue with admiration, constantly cheering. When will the people who have lived in the great sect have been so dirty?

They are often bullied by those long-lasting great sects.

Peng Junyue waved to everyone with a narcissistic look on his face, turned his head, and saw Zheng Shiyi not far away, his smile gradually dissipated, walked to Zheng Shiyi, stretched out a hand with sympathy and patted Zheng Shiyi on the shoulder and said, "Old Shiyi, don't be discouraged, this time the God Marquis Conference failed, and there is another next time."

"Next time, why should I wait for the next time?" Zheng Shiyi asked with a smile on his face: "Who said I failed?"

"I know you may not want to wait, and you won't wait for next time, but it's not a surprise to lose this time..." Peng Junyue said habitually, and suddenly froze and looked at Zheng Shiyi blankly: "Wait... what did you say, you didn't fail? Did you win? Beat Wangdong Jiaozi? How is it possible?

Could it be that your fist has recovered? No, no, even if you recover, it will not be possible to resolve the battle so quickly."

"I didn't recover. The reason I was so fast is because I didn't fight at all." Zheng Shiyi shrugged and said, "Wangdong Jiaozi was too seriously injured and admitted defeat directly, so I naturally won."

"This... your luck, why can you win easily? Mr. Peng, I still have to fight to the death. Do you know how heavy my martial arts treasure is? I pressed it directly on my body and almost crushed me to death. I said to Lao Shiyi, don't leave, I haven't finished it yet." Peng Junyue was complaining about his luck, and Zheng Shiyi had turned around and walked away somewhere else.

Not long after walking, the voice of a referee had already sounded.

"The winner of the 11th arena."

Fan Yao also won.

Zheng Shiyi stopped and looked up at the ringside. On the ring, Fan Yao's beautiful face looked a little pale, and there was even a trace of red blood hanging on the corner of her mouth. She covered one arm with one hand, and it seemed that the arm had been broken.

Opposite her, a handsome man was lying on the ground. His clothes that should have been very luxurious had already been cracked into strips of cloth. He raised his head and looked at Fan Yao opposite him with a complicated expression, but he was still filled with a hint of admiration.

"I didn't expect that Princess Fanyao won." A man wearing a gray long suit, with an ordinary appearance, but with a noble aura, sighed softly: "The Royal Family Jiulong has been eliminated by five, and only four people can continue to advance.

Among these four people, the one who looks the strongest is Princess Fanyao. The princess's strength is much stronger than before.

I'm afraid the strongest among the royal family is the princess."

"The princess is indeed very strong, but she is not the strongest." Aside from, a pretty pretty woman retorted: "There are no ones above the royal family, the Nine Dragons. Have you forgotten that you have been 9,000 years old?

The priest does not have a prince today, but there are many children. The priest is respected by the emperor today. The most outstanding one among his sons is the one who is called Nine Thousand Years by the outside world and is considered to be the most likely successor.

Speaking of which, they are the real royal family.

There are three nine thousand years old in the royal family, each of which is extremely outstanding. Even if you are as wise as the priest today, it is difficult to choose who is better.

Nine thousand years old, any person is enough to steadily suppress the royal family Jiulong."

"It is indeed Jiu Qiansui is stronger, but if the princess continues to fight and breaks through again, she may be qualified to be Jiu Qiansui, or even the eldest princess!

That is the highest title among all princesses, one of the highest titles among all the royal family members. The eldest prince, the eldest prince, is above all the princesses and princes.”

"Princess Chang, Princess Fanyao is really likely to grow to this level. This is a title that Prince Fan did not receive at the beginning. After all, Prince Fan was already the king when he rose."

"In the history of the dynasty, if anyone who is given the eldest princess and the eldest princess will grow into pillars of the dynasty without any accident."

"That's right, the princess' cultivation has skyrocketed too fast. Who would have thought that the princess has grown to its current level!"

Fan Yao listened to the whistle and for some reason, she seemed to have been sensed, and looked at somewhere in the crowd.

Ten Wings.

Fan Yao and Zheng Shiyi looked at each other, opened their mouths, as if they wanted to say something, but Zheng Shiyi on the opposite side nodded with a smile.

After Zheng Shiyi nodded to express his congratulations, he turned around and walked towards the distance. His views on many things and even everything were much different.

Fan Yao is a princess and a member of the royal family. She is just from a small place and doesn't understand what it means to know the general. She only knows that if she doesn't even support her friends and cling to the powerful and powerful, she will be laughed at.

I can't do that either.

Fan Yao looked at Zheng Shiyi's figure getting farther and farther away from him. Although she won, she showed a look of loss on her face.

Zheng Shiyi continued to walk forward, looking for Senior Brother Huanshi and Moxing. Before they found the two, Peng Junyue hurriedly ran over and grabbed Zheng Shiyi and ran forward: "Old Shiyi is fast, Huanshi is almost defeated."
Chapter completed!