Rather than dying from poisoning or illness in bed, it's better to fight a glorious battle and die on the stage of a martial arts tournament.
After understanding the cause of Wang Nan's death, Li Fengyue's mood became somewhat heavy.
But no matter what, Wang Nan is now dead, and the situation is beyond repair. Moreover, it wasn't Li Fengyue's fault.
The Martial Alliance referee immediately announced: "Li Fengyue, disciple of the Fengling Sect, wins the first match of the fourth round!"
Li Fengyue stepped down from the stage and sighed softly.
Qiu Miaozhen immediately said, "Senior Brother Li, you don't need to blame yourself. Wang Nan went to his death on his own. This is not your fault."
"I know."
Li Fengyue said with a wry smile.
Zhao Qingyun said, "This is the tragedy of rogue cultivators. If he were a martial artist from a sect, he would never have fallen to such a state."
“Who says otherwise?” Sun Chaozhen nodded.
Jiang Lingxuan and Sun Muqing's mood also became somewhat heavy.
Wang Nan's death reminded the two of themselves.
In fact, the two of them encountered far more dangers than Wang Nan, and they almost lost their lives several times.
But the two of them are still alive and well, entirely because of Ye Feng.
The night wind saved them from danger time and time again, which is what makes them different from Wang Nan.
When Jiang Lingxuan and Sun Muqing encountered danger, Ye Feng helped them, but after Wang Nan was poisoned, no one offered him any assistance, which is why Wang Nan gradually walked towards death.
This is undoubtedly a tragedy.
"Alright, alright, Wang Nan died a glorious death, let's not be sad for him. The martial arts competition is still going on, let's all cheer up!" Jiang Lingxuan clapped her hands and said.
Hearing Jiang Lingxuan's words, Sun Muqing nodded and said, "That's right. Our most important thing right now is to do our best and win the game. Let's not think about anything else for now."
Jiang Lingxuan and Sun Muqing cheered up, and Li Fengyue and the others naturally felt the oppressive and heavy atmosphere swept away.
Over the next two hours, Zhao Qingyun and Sun Chaozhen went on stage one after another, followed by Qiu Miaozhen, Jiang Lingxuan, and Sun Muqing.
This time, the night breeze was the last one.
Night Wind was used to this, and whether he appeared early or late made no difference to him.
After Sun Muqing came down from the stage, Jiang Lingxuan said with a smile, "Ye Feng is the last one today. After he finishes, we can go find a place to eat."
"What are we having for dinner today?" Sun Muqing asked with a smile.
"I'm getting tired of eating crabs. I heard there's a restaurant in Linghuang City that specializes in all kinds of jellyfish. I've never tried it before, and I'd like to give it a try," Jiang Lingxuan said with a smile.
Hearing Jiang Lingxuan say this, Sun Muqing also felt a strong sense of curiosity.
So Sun Muqing turned her head and looked at Ye Feng, her eyes full of anticipation.
Night Breeze laughed and said, "Okay, after I'm done fighting, we'll go eat."
"marvelous!"
Jiang Lingxuan cheered like a child, and Sun Muqing also had a big smile on his face.
On the other side, Qian Bingfeng was waiting anxiously and nervously.
After glancing at the nonchalant Ye Feng, Qian Bingfeng turned to the surrounding disciples of the Medicine King Sect and said, "Junior brothers, I have distributed the Nine-Turn Jade Dew Pills to you. Whoever goes on the field later, if you encounter Ye Feng, immediately take the Nine-Turn Jade Dew Pill to enhance your strength and try to kill Ye Feng within nine breaths! Understand?"
The disciples of the Medicine King Sect present immediately nodded in agreement.
Qian Bingfeng looked at Ye Feng again, his eyes cold.
"Night Wind, this day next year will be your death anniversary!" Qian Bingfeng said through gritted teeth.
Just then, the Martial Alliance referee on the stage shouted: "Round 4, Match 18: Rogue cultivator Ye Feng versus Medicine King Sect disciple He Qingfeng!"
Previously, due to the large number of participants, the martial arts alliance referees simply read out the number plates.
However, after several rounds, the number of participating martial artists has dwindled significantly.
Therefore, the martial arts alliance referees no longer read out the number plates, but instead read out the names directly. Moreover, the audience present had basically memorized all the martial artists who were still eligible to compete.
Because of his previous outstanding performance, Ye Feng has now gained considerable fame.
In addition to what Ye Feng had done on Huangyun Street, everyone present knew about it!
"Night Breeze! It's Night Breeze's turn!"
"It's finally his turn! I've been waiting for so long!"
"Night Wind will definitely be able to defeat his opponent smoothly again, just like in the previous matches!"
"That's not necessarily true. After all, Ye Feng is facing He Qingfeng, a disciple of the Medicine King Sect! I've heard of He Qingfeng. Although his strength isn't as good as Qian Bingfeng's, it's not far off! Moreover, Liu Feiming, a disciple of the Medicine King Sect, died at Ye Feng's hands before. With both old and new grudges settled, Ye Feng's fight against He Qingfeng will definitely not be easy!"
"That makes sense! The Medicine King Sect might have come prepared!"
The audience members started discussing it animatedly.
"Be careful, it's windy at night," Jiang Lingxuan warned.
“Yes, you killed Liu Feiming the day before yesterday, so the Medicine King Sect will definitely make preparations. They might have some trump card.” Sun Muqing also said.
Jiang Lingxuan and Sun Muqing did not believe that Ye Feng would lose, but they did not want Ye Feng to get hurt because of carelessness, which is why they reminded and advised him so carefully.
Ye Feng was certainly not the kind of person who was arrogant, conceited, or complacent. He smiled and nodded, saying, "Don't worry, I'll handle it carefully."
Hearing Ye Feng say that, Jiang Lingxuan and Sun Muqing finally relaxed a lot.
Then, Ye Feng walked towards the arena and steadily stepped onto the stage.
Just as Ye Feng stood on the arena, a young man suddenly jumped onto the stage, making a muffled thud.
"Are you He Qingfeng, a disciple of the Medicine King Sect?" Ye Feng asked with a smile.
"Enough with the nonsense, prepare to die!"
Without saying a word, He Qingfeng rushed towards Ye Feng, and even before he reached Ye Feng, he had already summoned his magical weapon.
He Qingfeng's magical weapon is a long sword that gleams with silver light, and its sword energy is extremely sharp.
However, to Ye Feng, He Qingfeng's swordsmanship was simply too clumsy, riddled with flaws.
In just a short moment, Ye Feng saw more than a hundred flaws in He Qingfeng's swordsmanship. In other words, Ye Feng could easily kill He Qingfeng by exploiting these flaws!
However, Night Wind did not do that.
Because a normal martial artist at the Separation and Union Realm would not be able to see so many flaws in He Qingfeng's swordsmanship.
If Ye Feng were to attack the weaknesses in He Qingfeng's swordsmanship, it would inevitably arouse suspicion and make those present doubt his strength and insight!
So Ye Feng took a step back to avoid his sharp edge, and raised his hand to release a ball of true energy to block He Qingfeng's advance!
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