"You?" Moxing suddenly turned his head.

Moxing and Huanshi looked at each other, and waves of murderous intent surged out of their eyes. The air between them was affected and they all trembled faintly.

"Okay, okay, don't argue about what happened next. Now we are talking about the competition that is about to begin." Zheng Shiyi hurriedly walked between the two of them, interrupted them, and then looked at Moxing and said, "Moxing, I know your strength, and I also believe that you will not plot against your senior brother in the competition.

It’s just that you just killed yourself, and it’s the second time you killed yourself. Now it’s not in the peak state. It’s too dangerous to fight in this state.”

"Old Shiyi, please don't worry." Moxing smiled freely and said, "I know that my current state can even be said to be a little weak, but so what?

Life is full of tempering. Even ordinary people have tempering one by one, let alone us as warriors. Everyone has different ways of tempering. Now for me, it is the best tempering.

Lao Shiyi, don’t you know me yet? I won’t joke about my life.”

Zheng Shiyi looked at Moxing and finally nodded. Moxing had never disappointed him before.

It was getting late, and everyone quickly packed up and walked towards the competition arena. Zheng Shiyi followed ahead. As for Peng Junyue, he naturally wanted to go. How could such a competition that attracted attention not open?

The young master of the Fantasy World and Zheng Shiyi fight against the Yin and Yang couple.

The news had already spread throughout the imperial city, and early on, the ring was surrounded by crowds watching the game.

With Zheng Shiyi and his friends coming, the onlookers quickly separated and gave way.

"Zheng Shiyi...he is finally here!"

"Zheng Shiyi, now he is the marquis!"

"The title of marquis in the imperial city!"

"Zheng Shiyi's identity is very different now."

Everyone looked in front of the ring and went to talk to Zheng Shiyi, as if they were asking for good things, and their hearts were filled with emotion.

Although the referee in charge of the competition would be absolutely fair, Zheng Shiyi's identity was there, and he was still the newly-appointed marquis. With a title, the referee should also ask good questions.

Before, Zheng Shiyi was just an ordinary white body like everyone here.

Zheng Shiyi walked to the front of the ring and stopped. Young Master Huanshi and Moxing didn't talk to each other, as if they were two strangers, walked to the top of the ring together.

"That's... it's the Thousand Illusion Ghost Soldier!"

"Qianhuan Ghost Soldier Moved, why did he get on the ring?"

"Moxing, what is he going to do? Didn't he say that Zheng Shiyi and Young Master Huanshi went to fight together? Why did it become Moxing?"

Below the ring, everyone was completely stunned when they looked at Mo Xing who was on the ring.

As the two of them landed on the ring, the opposite position was black and white, and two figures floated on the ring.

The two of them were flying in the air and the same posture. The time, height, movements of landing, and even the sound of landing were exactly the same.

The man was dressed in black and held a scimitar in hand, while the woman was dressed in white and held a sharp sword in hand.

The man is handsome and the woman is beautiful.

The two stood together, like golden boys and jade girls.

"Yang Knife, Yin Sword, Yin Yang Couple has also arrived."

"When it comes to the name of the Yin and Yang couple, no one seems to know. Since they started their troops, they have been using the names of Yang Sword and Yin Sword."

"The two of them really had a tacit understanding. They just stood there, and even made me feel that they were standing alone on the ring."

"But the two men of Moxing and Young Master Huanshi are clearly separated, and they don't look like partners at all, but two enemies."

"They are enemies, and Young Master Huanshi is Moxing's enemy of killing his master."

Below the ring, voices kept ringing, but more curious about Mo Xing's appearance.

Yang Dao and Yin Jian looked at Zheng Shiyi under the ring at the same time, then, withdrew their gaze at the same time, and looked at Moxing with a curious look on his face.

Yang Dao showed a strange smile on his lips and said curiously: "What, isn't Zheng Shiyi going to take action? Why did it be you? Or is that Zheng Shiyi dare not appear for fear of death?

Is it a different person to die? Yes, he just made a marquis and had not enjoyed the rights of a marquis. It seems a pity to die."

"Scared? It's so funny. Will Lao Shiyi be afraid of you?" Moxing looked at the two people opposite him, with a look of contempt on his face, and said disdainfully: "It's just that you are not worthy of letting Lao Shiyi take action. I'm enough to deal with you."

"That's right, this time the show is Mo Xing, who will play against the Yin and Yang couple from Mo Xing and the Young Master of the Fantasy. Now the market is open, and the time is limited, so hurry up if you want to place a bet."

Peng Junyue didn't know when he took out his bet guy again and set up the table, but it opened the market directly.

With his shouting, many people surrounded him.

More people looked at Zheng Shiyi with a strange look, and secretly guessed in their hearts that something must have happened to Zheng Shiyi.

Since Zheng Shiyi came to the imperial city, since he showed his strengths, he has been brave and diligent all the way, and has never taken the initiative to retreat.

If he had no problem, he wouldn't have gone on stage.

I remember that the only time Zheng Shiyi avoided was that after he was injured in the sky, the sky injury had not been cured, and he did not face the challenge of the Jin family.

And this time, it may be the same situation again. He must have had a problem or a big problem.

"Why did something wrong with Zheng Shiyi, who was just given the throne as a marquis by the Lord?"

"I don't know what went wrong with him. I haven't heard of anyone who injured Zheng Shiyi."

"Maybe it was a mistake to practice. Zheng Shiyi is a member of the Demon Sect. The Demon Sect's skills are the most bizarre, but they are prone to problems when practicing."

"Although I don't know what happened to Zheng Shiyi, it must be a very troublesome big problem. Then Moxing, he had just cut himself, but it was the second time he killed himself. It was impossible to recover in such a short time.

He is still in a weak period and is going to appear on behalf of Zheng Shiyi, which shows how troublesome Zheng Shiyi's problem is."

"The strange situation is really a strange situation. Mo Xing had to challenge the young master of Fantasy before, and he threatened to kill the young master of Fantasy.

Now he said that he would appear to face the enemy with the young master of Fantasy World, are you weird or not!”

"This time, I'm afraid that the young master of Fantasy and Moxing will lose. The young master of Fantasy and Moxing are both contemporary geniuses. If Zheng Shiyi and the young master of Fantasy join forces, they may have a higher chance of winning than the Yin and Yang couples, so Moxing can be replaced.

If it was the previous silent action, there would be no problem, but the current silent action would probably lose."

"Even if they fight against the enemy alone, they are considered masters. With the two of them joining forces, they are even more accused of having no rivals in the Marquis realm."

"here we go."

Below the ring, everyone was talking, and with a dull sound of thunder, the ring battle officially began.

Since it was a four-person battle, this arena was much bigger than the ordinary martial arts competition.

Almost as the sound of the competition began, the spiritual energy in the four people's bodies surged rapidly on the ring.

A vast stream of spiritual energy gushed out from the four people.

For a moment, the air stirred wildly on the ring. Under the feet of the four people, layers of dust rose into the sky under the impact of the airflow that broke out from their bodies.

"Moxing was affected even more than he thought." Zheng Shiyi stood under the ring, watching Moxing's breath climbing speed significantly slower than the other three, frowning tightly.

As the aura of Yang Dao and Yin Jian climbed, their bodies slowly moved in the middle.

Finally, the bodies of the two completely overlapped one by one.

The Yang Sword is in front and the Yin Sword is behind. The broad and thick body of the Yang Sword completely blocks the Yin Sword.

Suddenly, the next moment, the Yang Knife suddenly rushed out and the sharp blade from his waist was unsheathed.

Unlike the ordinary sword, his sword is unusually curved, as if it was a scimitar from the Western Regions. The scimitar was pulled out, as if a bright moon was flying down.

The spiritual energy in Yang Dao's body surged wildly, and the scimitar in his hand slashed down quickly in front of him.

In an instant, countless phantoms of scimitars appeared in the sky, and one by one, as if completely covering the space where Young Master Fantasy and Mo Xing were, leaving the two of them with nowhere to avoid.

"Get out."

Mo Xing shouted softly, rushed out from behind the fantasy world, and turned into a huge shield in his hand, blocking the two of them. Although he was not in the peak state, he still had to rely on him to face the enemy head-on.

The strongest thing in the Fantasy World is his illusion, which relies on the unified illusion to win, proving that hard blocking is not the strong point of the Fantasy World.

Below the ring, in the crowd in the distance, a man held the scabbard in his hands, looked at Moxing who took the initiative to move forward, shook his head and whispered: "Fantasy and Moxing, the combination of the two is not at all aligned.

Fantasy is good at illusionism and fights with people, so he wins with weirdness. But Mo Xing, his strongest thing is that his martial arts can be changed at will, and his opponent's handling of the opponent, finding out the opponent's weaknesses to win. His fighting style is also not a head-on collision with the opponent.

If it were the previous combination of Zheng Shiyi and Fantasy World, or the combination of Zheng Shiyi and Moxing, their fighting styles could complement each other. Zheng Shiyi had a kind of courageous style that was moving forward in the battle.

Unfortunately, Zheng Shiyi is now under the ring."

"Since I came to the imperial city, I have heard Zheng Shiyi's name several times. I have never seen Zheng Shiyi take action. Today, Japan wants to see Zheng Shiyi fight with others, but I didn't expect that I still haven't seen him take action."

On the side, a woman with a veil that makes people unable to see clearly whispered. Although she was saying regretful words, her voice was as calm as the water of an ancient well.

As she said that, she paused for a moment and continued to speak, "But that silent move, his martial arts treasure is interesting."

On the ring, Mo Xing held up the martial treasure that turned into a shield with both hands, and his feet were like roots of a tree, firmly piercing into the ground.

In just one or two breaths, the first sword shadow in the sky had fallen and fell onto the shield.
Chapter completed!