When Mu Wutian burned Zhen's medicine shop, he almost took Ye Tong's life, but Ye Tong did not hate Mu Wutian, but instead felt a little grateful to Mu Wutian.

If it weren't for the fire that Mu Wutian fired, Ye Tong would probably not be able to merge with the soul in his body now and could only stay in this body. Sooner or later, he would be unable to suppress the toxins in his body. Even Ye Tong's soul would disappear with it.

"Junior brother, I'm afraid it will become much more interesting next." Qiu Mo smiled at Cangwu on the ring with an excited look on her face. She didn't have the chance to watch the secular marriage in the Falan Sect like this.

"Yes." Ye Tong nodded and said, "If a strong person in the eighth level of the innate realm takes action, I am afraid that the practitioners in the seventh level of the innate realm will lose their confidence in participating in the competition. If someone comes on stage again, it will be a showdown between masters and masters."

"Of course, in front of my senior sister, cultivators below the late stage of foundation building are all low-handed, low-handed." Suddenly thinking of Qiu Mo's cultivation, Ye Tong couldn't help but smile bitterly and said.

"Do you think there will be a strong man in the ninth level of the innate realm today?" Qiu Mo laughed when he heard this, especially the word "strong". Indeed, in front of the cultivator in the foundation-building stage, the cultivation of the innate realm is just an ant-like existence.

"Senior sister, don't joke about me." Thinking that he was also at the ninth level of innate cultivation, Ye Tong couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

Qiu Mo laughed silently. Just as he was about to speak, he saw another figure appearing on the ring. This was a young man wearing a black battle robe and a wide sword. He looked very handsome and had a pair of blue eyes. As he appeared, many women's eyes lit up.

On the ring, the battle began. Cangwu was very strong, but his opponent was not weak. The two almost tied in the end. Although Cangwu was better at it, he was seriously injured. When the handsome young man was defeated, Cangwu had no choice but to give up and continue the battle.

After Cangwu was defeated, dozens of innate masters stepped onto the arena, and those who came onto the arena later had almost no cultivation level lower than the sixth level of innate level. It is obvious that the son-in-law of the Dongkui tribe is still very attractive to innate cultivators...

In an attic not far from the ring, Dongkui Yuwen, the leader of the Dongkui tribe, had a smile on his face, and was evaluating the performance of young talents on the ring with several elders of the Dongkui tribe.

"Father!" Dongkui Shuiyue, wearing a red robe and a golden phoenix crown, appeared behind several people.

"Shuiyue, are you satisfied with the competition we held for you to invite brides?" Dong Kui Yuwen turned around, looked at Dong Kui Shuiyue for a few glances, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Of course I am satisfied, but my father should not forget what you promised me. If the final winner is defeated by me, I will not have to marry someone else." Dongkui Shuiyue said lightly.

"Of course I won't forget it, but I'm afraid you'll be better off marrying today." Dong Kuiyuwen laughed, just pretending that his daughter was telling a joke.

"Why did my father say this?" Dongkui Shuiyue asked with her eyebrows raised.

"There are already masters of the eighth level of the innate realm. I believe that a master of the nineth level of the innate realm will soon be on stage. You are only the eighth level of the innate realm. Do you think you can defeat the master of the nineth level of the innate realm?"

"What if a master at the ninth level of the innate realm has been seriously injured in the arena?" Dongkui Shuiyue's tone was very calm.

Dong Kui Yuwen looked stunned, and the smile on his face receded like a tide.

Yes, if this happens, I am afraid that the plan to marry a daughter he planned will end in failure.

On the ring, as the more powerful masters came on stage, the battle became more and more intense. As a young man was beaten out of the ring, the winner, the master of the eighth level of the innate realm, was already covered in bruises.

"Who else?"

The winner's face was a bit ferocious, and the murderous intent in his eyes was unconcealed. At this moment, the ring match had already made real fire, and everyone was not merciless in attacking.

"Han Tao, I'm willing to fight with you." Another figure among the crowd rose into the air. After rushing to the arena, he looked directly at the young man opposite and said.

"Come on!" The young man looked at Han Tao with a sword, and murderous intent shot out in his eyes.

"Live cultivator Han Tao?"

Ye Tong, not far from the ring, had a cold light burst out in his eyes. He had been looking for Han Tao before, but he never saw him. Now it seems that he was right. Han Tao came here this time to attract a kiss. However, he was obviously a disciple of the Falan Sect and actually hid his identity. It seems that what he was trying to do was not just Dongkui Shuiyue.

"Junior brother, this guy is very despicable." Qiu Mo sent a voice to Ye Tong.

"He is obviously a disciple of the Falan Sect, but he conceals his identity and participates in this martial arts competition and recruits brides. I'm afraid it's just for the wealth of the Dongkui tribe? You said, if I come forward now and expose his identity, can he continue to participate in the martial arts competition?" Qiu Mo said.

"Of course he can continue, and the identity of a disciple of the Falan Sect will even attract the attention of the leader of the Dongkui tribe, and will also make other cultivators afraid." Ye Tong shook his head and looked at Han Tao on the ring and said.

"Didn't that help him instead?" Qiu Mo said in a daze.

Ye Tong nodded.

"Or what if we wait until he loses the battle and gets injured, we will go and kill him directly?" Qiu Mo said angrily.

"If you kill him in front of everyone, the news will be transmitted back to the sect at an extremely fast speed. At that time, the sect will pay great attention to it and may even severely punish us." Ye Tong will not do such a thing that hurts the enemy by one thousand and hurts himself by eight hundred.

"What should I do? If he really becomes the son-in-law of the Dongkui tribe, it will be even more difficult for us to kill him." Qiu Mo frowned and said.

"Let him jump around first, and I will step onto the ring myself later." Ye Tong sneered. He didn't have many enemies in this world, but Han Tao was the one that Ye Tong must kill.

"You want to go on stage to compete with him?" Qiu Mo was stunned for a moment when he heard this. Ye Tong could kill Han Tao after going up, but what if no one dared to go on stage to challenge him again? Could it be that Ye Tong really wants to stay and marry Dongkui Shuiyue?

"That's right, defeat him openly and kill him, but before that, I need you to help me do something." Ye Tong's eyes were full of murderous intent. He saw Han Tao, who was a traitor and a traitor. If he couldn't kill him today, he might leave trouble for himself.

"What's the matter?" Qiu Mo looked at Ye Tong in confusion.

"You go to Changming and ask him if he is willing to be the son-in-law of the Dongkui tribe. If he wants, I will kill Han Tao later and let Changming take the stage. I will deliberately lose to him."

"Do you think it's possible? Changming's strength is not strong. Even if you lose to him on purpose, it will probably cause many people to challenge him." Qiu Mo said with a laugh and cry.

"It's a challenge! Even if you lose, there's no loss." Ye Tong said as if he was indifferent.

"That's right, this son-in-law didn't have anything to do with Changming." Qiu Mo pondered for a moment, and felt that Ye Tong's method was better, so he said hello to Ye Tong, and she jumped off the tree to find Changming.

On the ring, Han Tao felt very proud. The opponent in front of him was already injured, so he burst out and suppressed the opponent could not even counterattack.

"Get out!" Han Tao was unwilling to delay time. Although he guessed that there would not be many people on stage later, in order to prevent accidents, he decided to fight quickly.

"puff……"

One of the arm of the young man opposite was cut off by Han Tao. When the other party was severely injured, the long sword in his hand turned into layers of sword waves and swept towards the young man. If the young man was unwilling to retreat at this moment, he might die at Han Tao's hands.

"I admit defeat." The young man finally compromised in the face of the threat of death. After jumping off the ring, he felt hatred for Han Tao in his heart.

"The sword has no eyes, and we are still in the eighth level of innate realm. If we don't give our all, I can't defeat you, so I cut off one of your arms. I hope you don't be surprised. Use intermittent cream to quickly and re-attach your arm!" Han Tao hypocritically hugged the young man, picked up the broken arm and threw it to the other party and said.

The young man didn't expect Han Tao to say such a thing. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded to Han Tao, and then quickly left with his broken arm.

"Is there anyone willing to fight me?" Han Tao looked at the others and said proudly.

A burly figure appeared on the ring, the other party was unshaven, with a rough face, and a young man who looked like a "uncle".

"What's the name?" Han Tao narrowed his eyes and asked.

"I am Utoka, and I will defeat you today." The bearded young man sneered.

"I believe you know the rules today. Any practitioner who participates in the competition cannot be over thirty years old, and you..." Han Tao said with a shaking head.

"I am not yet thirty and meet the requirements for participating in the competition. Don't talk nonsense. Are you not fighting?" The bearded man was most disgusted with others' age and appearance. As the long sword was pulled out by him, he shouted angrily.

Han Tao hesitated for a moment and looked at an old man from the Dongkui tribe on the edge of the ring.

"Where are you from? How old are you?" the old man looked at Utoka a few times and asked.

"I am twenty-one years old this year, and I look a little older. Also, I am from the Wu family in Ziyang City." Utoka shouted in a deep voice.

Ziyang City Wu family? Everyone present was stunned when they heard this. It was a very powerful family. However, Utoka was really twenty-one years old? Are you too anxious?

"Since you meet the requirements, then do it!" the old man hesitated for a moment and nodded.

Utoka didn't say anything and rushed towards Han Tao. He was also a master of the eighth level of the innate realm and was very powerful. As soon as the two fought, Han Tao suffered a secret loss in terms of strength.

"Broken Sword!" Han Tao still decided to fight quickly, directly use the first-grade combat skills, and burst out with powerful attack power.

Tens of thousands of people around him showed a look of surprise, many of whom even recognized the source of Han Tao's combat skills, and the conversation gradually rose:

"Broken Sword, the first-grade combat skill of the Falan Sect, how could this guy have the combat skill of the Falan Sect? Could it be that he was actually a disciple of the Falan Sect when he lied before?"

"Yes, the sword-breaking combat skill is a combat skill that is never passed down by the Falan Sect. Except for the disciples of the Falan Sect who can practice, others are not qualified to learn it at all."

"The Falan Sect is far away from here, how could there be disciples of their sect appear? Moreover, the great disciples of the Falan Sect actually participated in the martial arts competition to attract brides. Is this guy's mind not broken? Or is he still considering winning the final victory, not only can he be able to hold the beauty back, but also get a lot of wealth from the Dongkui Tribe?"

"Although the Wu family is not bad, it can't be compared with the Falan Sect. This is really a bully!"

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