If the assassin actually goes to the arena, that's fine, since those are all skilled martial artists. The real problem is if the assassin targets rich kids who can only eat but not fight, then that would be troublesome.

When Shen Jiao heard that there was an assassin, her heart skipped a beat, and she knew something was wrong. She quickly asked about his appearance.

Disciple: "I don't know the specifics, but he was dressed in black and had very fair skin. Oh, right."

He patted it, "Very good-looking."

Shen Jiao: Fair-skinned, beautiful, and loves to cause trouble, isn't she just a walking tyrant?

She exchanged a glance with the Azure Lang Sword Saint, then hurriedly grabbed the Azure Lang Sword and rushed towards the arena.

It must have been tough for the disciples of Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion; they were bullied but still had to praise the tyrant.

Before leaving, the Sword Saint of Qinglang reminded his disciple, "Take Radish with you."

disciple:"……"

...

Ji Yan made a mess of the mountaintop. Seeing the Sword Pavilion disciples crying and wailing, looking particularly ugly, she found it boring and uninteresting, not as fun as her own frizzy hamster.

He glanced at his bleeding palm, ignored it, and leisurely headed towards the arena.

Before the first match of the martial arts tournament, participants need to draw number plates. Those with the same number will be opponents, and the results will be posted on the bulletin board for easy viewing.

A crowd had already gathered here.

"Today's match was so exciting, especially the battle between Bai Zilan, the young master of the White Python Pavilion, and Mu Yang of the Sword Casting Manor. It was a complete one-sided crushing victory for Bai Zilan. Young Master Bai is indeed a promising young man."

"However, I heard from a rumor that Mu Yang wasn't originally that weak, but she was getting beaten up a lot recently and her body hasn't fully recovered yet."

"A bad player is a bad player, a loss is a loss, don't blame it on not being fully recovered."

"I wonder what grudge Young Master Bai has against Mu Yang. Tsk tsk tsk, they were beaten so badly. And Mu Yang's mouth, even when he was about to be beaten to death, he still acted like he was something else."

"Exactly, exactly. If you ask me, today wasn't very interesting. The real tough guys will be fighting tomorrow, like those four lone rangers, Young Master Qingfeng and Hu Rourou from Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion, and Yu Wushuang and his group. Hey brother in the blue shirt, you can see things more clearly from that angle. Quickly help me figure out Yu Wushuang's number."

The man in blue helped check, "Number 55, fighting someone not very strong. Huh? Holy crap? Number 56 is actually the Whip King of Southern Xinjiang? And the one fighting the Whip King is..."

He drew a line with his finger and looked puzzled. "Shen Jiao? Who is Shen Jiao? She's a woman, right? Have you ever heard of her?"

"No, no, I only know Shen Qingye and his sister Shen Yu."

"Me neither. Who is Shen Jiao? I have no idea. But to be honest, she's really unlucky. Out of the four lone wolves, she actually went up against the most ruthless one. She's going to get a really bad beating."

"What bad luck! How come Shen Jiao can fight the Whip King of Southern Xinjiang? Why didn't my ancestors, whom I prayed to for three months before leaving home, bless me to choose the same number plate as the Whip King?"

The crowd buzzed with discussion, speculating about how the unknown Shen Jiao would end up, whether headfirst or facefirst, and soon they all burst into laughter.

At that moment, a black figure silently appeared behind them, and then, without anyone noticing, sent all the people laughing loudly on the periphery flying. Those who were mocking Shen Jiao were sent flying especially far, and they would most likely be defeated without a fight tomorrow.

The remaining people at the front were puzzled. "Huh? Why did they stop laughing?" They turned around, but the person was nowhere to be seen.

How can people leave without even saying goodbye these days? It's so rude.

No sooner had the tyrant left than Shen Qingye and Shen Yu arrived at the notice board.

"Second brother, shall I help you take a look?"

"Okay, Yu'er is so thoughtful." Shen Qingye patted Shen Yu's head.

Remembering how Shen Jiao always argued with him and contradicted him, which was extremely disappointing, his expression turned a little unpleasant. Fortunately, he was wearing a veiled hat, otherwise Yu'er would have overthought things if she saw him.

Because the tyrant had thrown away a lot of people, Shen Yu could easily see the list. Even so, she could still smell the stench of sweat emanating from the men around her, and she almost couldn't help but vomit.

She glanced at it casually and then stepped back, saying with a grin, "Second Brother, I see you, you're number seventy."

Shen Qingye was taken aback, then smiled helplessly, "Second Brother drew the number, so he naturally knows it's number seventy. We're here to see whose Yu'er our opponent is."

Shen Yu pursed her lips. "I'm sorry, Second Brother, I'll go take another look."

"No need, Second Brother, go by yourself." Shen Qingye pulled her back, telling her to stay where she was and wait.

Shen Yu breathed a sigh of relief when she realized she no longer had to squeeze in and smell the stench of those people's sweat.

After looking at his own name, Shen Qingye's curiosity led him to look at the others. He was shocked for a while by the name "Chen Jiao" on the list. He wondered who was so pitiful to have the same name as his own sister. It was really bad luck.

When he saw the Whip King of Southern Xinjiang again, he thought to himself that this man not only had an unlucky name, but also had terrible luck.

at the same time.

Ji Yan strolled leisurely toward the inn. For sects of any standing, the Cloud Mist Sword Pavilion would arrange accommodations for them.

Sword Casting Manor is located there.

He strolled leisurely past a locust tree, its blossoms falling on his shoulders, carrying a delicate fragrance, and casually stepped into a brightly lit room.

Shortly after, a piercing, shrill scream rang out from inside the house.

...

When the disciple from Yunwu Sword Pavilion rushed to find their senior brother, Yu Wushuang was discussing matters with Qingfeng.

“Young Master Qingfeng, to be honest, my junior brother Mu Yang is seriously injured. If you can ask your master to come and treat him, our Sword Casting Manor will be extremely grateful. If you need anything in the future, we will definitely do our best to help you.”

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