The difference is that he is older, has practiced martial arts for a long time, and has rich experience in fighting enemies.

Lingyin introduced Su Xiaoxiao and Wei Xu: "He is too powerful. Cangjian Villa has proposed to make him an elder several times, but he doesn't like being bound and refused."

Su Xiaoxiao paused as she took the walnut. "You elders, you are here to participate in the competition with your strength. Are you sure you are not here to slaughter people? Cangjian Villa is not fair."

Lingyin sighed: "There is nothing we can do. This is the rule. As long as they are not the heads or elders of various sects, the Elders' Council of the City Lord's Mansion will not stop them."

There is a bug in this rule!

What if everyone deliberately suppresses their desire to become an elder, like Marquis Zi Yi did? Wouldn’t that cause chaos?

Su Xiaoxiao asked: "Are there any other elders who refuse to take up positions and come to participate in the competition?"

Lingyin couldn't answer this question. Baihua Palace hadn't participated in the competition for many years, and the information she knew was limited.

The Palace Master said, "There is only the Purple Robe Marquis."

"One... and Wei Ting ran into him?"

What luck...Su Xiaoxiao didn’t know what to say.

Xing Er didn't quite understand: "But Palace Master, why is Zi Yi Hou the only one who does this?"

The palace master likes Su Xiaoxiao, and she loves this clever and loyal maid very much.

She said patiently, "Generally speaking, those who can train to the strength of an elder are already quite old. If they participate in the competition among the younger generation now, it would be unfair if they win, and it would be embarrassing if they lose. In addition, although there is no clear rule, it is a convention that all disciples participating in the competition must be under 30 years old. Purple-Robed Marquis is 29 this year, so this is the last competition he can participate in."

Xing Er suddenly realized: "So that's it."

She glanced at the uncle who was waiting to go on stage in the crowd, "That uncle is really miserable. He met the only elder."

Su Xiaoxiao looked at the observation deck of Cangjian Villa diagonally opposite.

Marquis Ziyi is not an elder, but he is more terrifying than an elder. After all, he is still so young, yet he already possesses such strength.

This is a child of destiny.

Wei Ting's start was even more hellish than hers.

Accompanied by the sound of the gong, Marquis Zi Yi flew directly onto the stage from the viewing platform of Cangjian Villa.

However, she did not deliberately create a spectacular appearance like the Red Lotus Saint, but landed in the center in a simple and unpretentious manner.

But as the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while experts watch the details.

"The Purple-Robed Marquis landed without dust, his internal strength and lightness skills have improved more than three years ago!"

"I remember that Purple Robe Marquis was very aggressive three years ago and was aiming to win the championship. However, on the way, an accident occurred at Cangjian Villa and he rushed to rescue them. He missed the rest of the competition and ended up in fourth place."

“What a pity.”

"I know Zi Yi Hou, but who is this Duanmu Yun?"

"You just returned to the island, right? Duanmu Yun is the youngest son of the Palace Master of Baihua Palace."

"When did Palace Master Yun have a little son?"

"It's a long story..."

This wave of people gradually went astray.

However, most people are still paying attention to the competition itself.

Marquis Zi Yi was a master who could rival the disciples of the Killer Alliance, and no one believed that an unknown Duanmu Yun could defeat him.

When placing bets, everyone decisively bet on Marquis Zi Yi.

Wei Liulang chuckled and said, "Didn't you get slapped in the face enough just now? You still dare to make random calls?"

A disciple looked at him like a fool: "That's the Purple-Robed Marquis! He won't lose no matter who loses!"

At this time, the guard who came over to call for bets walked around with a plate in his hand: "Anyone else want to bet?"

"have."

A young man wearing a bamboo hat spoke.

He took out five thousand taels of silver.

Guard: "Arrest the Purple-Robed Marquis?"

The man in the bamboo hat said, "No, bet on Duanmu Yun."

The guard looked him up and down and asked, "Who are you?"

The man in the bamboo hat took off his hat and jumped onto the stage: "Duanmu Yun."

Everyone: “…”

"You're crazy! You're betting on him!"

A swordsman in the martial arts world spurned him.

Wei Liulang took a step forward and glared at him, "Who are you calling sick? If you dare say that again, I'll beat your brains out!"

The swordsman glanced at Wei Liulang, then looked at Jing Yi and Su Mo standing beside him.

He was one person and the other side had three.

He calmed down, snorted coldly and ignored him.

"Okay."

Su Mo advised, "Control your temper, what they said was not wrong."

Jing Baobao nodded: "Yeah."

Wei Liulang: ...Which side are you two from? The palace master bet five thousand taels on his son to win.

Patriarch Lu looked at the candy beans he had been longing for on the table.

Xing'er brought Tangdou over.

Patriarch Lu swallowed his saliva and bet five hundred taels of silver on Wei Ting.

Only then did Xing'er give him the candy beans.

"Mother-in-law doesn't want to place bets anymore?" Su Xiaoxiao asked.

Granny Nie didn't move.

Patriarch Lu was cracking candy beans when he accidentally sold out Granny Nie: "Granny has already placed her bet, even earlier than you, and she bet two thousand taels on Marquis Zi Yi!"

Su Xiaoxiao looked at Granny Nie with an expression that was hard to describe: "I am a wild descendant of the Jin family. After all, Wei Ting is a legitimate disciple of Master Qiu. Do you have so little confidence in me?"

Wei Ting still wore the same disguise as the day he attended the full moon ceremony at the City Lord's Mansion.

Beauty lies in the bones, not in the skin. Unless he deliberately makes himself look ugly, his angular and elegant appearance cannot be concealed no matter who he transforms into.

"What a handsome man."

In an observation deck on the east side, a beautiful woman with a graceful figure was lying lazily on a soft couch covered with tiger skin.

The disciple knelt on the ground, holding a plate of fresh fruits and vegetables.

Behind her, a handsome man was gently massaging her shoulders.

She stared straight at Wei Ting's strong waist: "How great would it be if he was a disciple of my Xiaoyao Sect?"

Wei Ting and Marquis Zi Yi did not exchange polite greetings but started fighting right away without even the gong being sounded.

The guards were so frightened that they beat the gong twice.

The first scene was too exciting, and the last scene where the Red Lotus Saint was wrapped in layers of Snow Silkworm Silk made everyone shudder.

In the next nine games, there were no more thrilling duels, and everyone was actually a little unexcited.

But Zi Yi Hou and Wei Ting's moves were as fast as gods and as fierce as thunder. They kept colliding and separating, and their punches hit flesh and blood, which made everyone's blood boil!

"Don't doze off! Look!"

A disciple in the audience shook his sleepy companion.

As soon as he finished speaking, Marquis Ziyi punched Wei Ting in the chest and threw him to the ground!

Everyone gasped.

Oh my god, this must have knocked me unconscious, right? My ribs must have been broken!

But those dozens of moves just now were really exciting. This must be the first person so far who dares to confront Marquis Zi Yi head-on, right?

"Duanmu Yun has some skills to be able to withstand so many moves from the Purple Robe Marquis, but that's all he can do. His attack was so fierce and consumed so much energy that he didn't have the energy to fight back at all."

"That's right, within three moves, Marquis Zi Yi will be able to defeat him!"

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