493: C493 Waste

C493 Waste

Thinking about this, Dongfang Qingyu gritted his teeth and said, "Just do as Tianjun says. I believe Tianjun will never let anything happen to me!"

Dongfang Qingyu was very sure of what he said, and his eyes were full of confidence.

Di Tianjun knew that Dongfang Qingyu didn't care about the outcome of the match, but he wanted to find out the clue of his parents who had killed him. That was something he understood.

Back then, in order to avenge his father, he too had risked his own life to find out the truth.

Immediately, Di Tianjun said, "You're right, I won't let anything happen to you!"

Hearing them say that, Dongfang Yue and the rest stopped talking. Obviously, Dongfang Qingyu had made up his mind this time.

Following that, the two of them went to find Daoist Qinghee and Old Warlord. When the two of them found out about this matter, they completely exploded.

But after listening to Di Tianjun recount it in detail, his anger was also quelled.

Because in this case, the most troublesome thing was not getting rid of these people. After all, Di Tianjun had already set his eyes on everyone and could make a move now.

However, if that was the case, the other party might alert the snake to something unexpected. At that time, something bad would happen. After all, this was the truth behind the death of Senior Brother Qingyu's parents.

After that, the four of them spent the night in the room, discussing all possible scenarios.

The Dragon Emperor of one generation, the Warlord of one generation, the second in command of one generation of Heavenly Master Mansion, and the future successor of Heavenly Master Mansion.

Days passed, and finally, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the match began.

With the opening of this competition, the organizers were able to make a profit.

Whether it was the martial arts world or the temple, what they needed was money.

The so-called transcendence was because the sects and powers did not exist. After all, humans had to drink water and spend money. Money was inevitable.

The organizers would clean and manage the island for a few years just to wait for the start of the conference. Naturally, they would charge a fee for that.

For such a grand event, the fees were supposed to be like this.

The island could be said to be overcrowded. The organizers joined forces with the disciples of the Nine Elite Sect to maintain law and order. After all, if there were too many people, it would be easy for conflicts to occur.

After all, people in the martial world hated each other, so it was not strange to meet them here.

There were very few people here from Heavenly Master Mansion and all the families had already sent out their people, so it wasn't good for Old Master to not come out as well.

At this moment, Ming Yu was standing at the gate of the competition arena. When she saw Dongfang Qingyu and Di Tianjun coming over, she respectfully opened her mouth and said, "Greetings, Martial Uncle!"

Di Tianjun said, "No need to be so polite, we'll be going in first!"

"Yes, disciple Ming Yu, I wish the two of you, Martial Uncle, the best of fortune in martial arts, victory at the start!"

"Of course!"

He walked into the arena and saw that it had become one.

He saw a huge circular arena, which was created by the previous arena's movement.

It was obvious that the competition grounds here was not an ordinary one. If that was the case, then there would be a lot of empty spots around and it would be packed full to the brim.

Di Tianjun narrowed his eyes and looked at the people here. Although there was a red line drawn, but this distance was extremely harmful to the performance of the people in the arena.

He pulled Dongfang Qingyu and whispered, "There are people on the list among these people. You have to be careful yourself on the stage later!"

"Understood!"

After that, the two of them did not speak anymore. Their actions were completely normal.

When the contestants entered the arena one by one, Old Master and the others also appeared. Amidst the cheers of the crowd, the horn sounded and the battle drum sounded, adding to the might of the competition.

The ancients loved martial arts.

In that era, there were no high-tech firearms. Whether a person was powerful or not depended entirely on the development of the human body's potential.

In the beginning, people had only fought wild beasts. In order to survive, they had constantly stimulated their human potential.

Afterwards, he learned the skills of wild beasts, hunted, killed beasts, and guaranteed a normal life.

In the end, it became a battle of attrition, which was why there were fighting techniques and martial arts.

Martial skills had always been a killing technique.

In the past when they competed, there was a Life and Death Contract, and everyone had to sign the contract for today's competition.

Amidst the horns and drums, everyone used brushes to write their names. The Western competitors used brushes.

When all the preliminaries were over, Old Master and the other eight old men spoke together. After ten minutes of passionate speech, the Nine Elders gave way to Old Master.

Old Master's golden light soared into the sky like a godly person, and his massive voice resounded throughout the entire arena.

"The semi-finals of the Martial Arts Conference will officially begin. I wish everyone a prosperous martial arts with great success. May the martial fortunes of the world not be lost, and I will not hesitate!"

After saying that, he cupped his hands together and bowed respectfully. Then, he flicked his sleeves and sat down.

Right after that, Zhao Jin walked up again, and said in a clear voice: "The first match, Heavenly Master Mansion Dongfang Qingyu against Dongfang Family, Dongfang Hong, please enter the stage!"

As the voice fell, dozens of experts suddenly jumped off the stage. They all stood at various corners of the competition grounds, wearing masks, weapons in hand, coldly staring at their surroundings.

This was to protect the competitors from the outside influence.

As for these people, they were at most existences equivalent to the high achievements of Heavenly Master Mansion. It was obvious that the Martial Arts Assembly would place a lot of importance on the competition at this stage, for fear that there would be people who would take advantage of the crowd to sneak attack the contestants.

He looked at Dongfang Qingyu again. His eyes were calm and his Daoist robe fluttered in the wind. Once he ascended the stage, countless women's gazes fell on him.

Different from Di Tianjun's style, Dongfang Qingyu's beauty and handsomeness were within his temperament. The good looks of his face were no longer unitary at this moment. It was a kind of combined temperament.

Moving and staying still gave off a sense of beauty.

The next second, Dongfang Hong arrived. He was wearing a black suit and holding a long sword in his hand. When he came up, Di Tianjun frowned, because today, he seemed to be in an abnormal state.

When Zhao again announced the start of the battle, Dongfang Qingyu cupped his fist and Dongfang Hong looked at Zhao Feng with a cold smile, "Dongfang Qingyu, sign the Life and Death Contract. Even if you die here today, no one will be able to deal with me.

As he dodged the attack, he swung his sword and almost missed Dongfang Qingyu's face. Before he could turn around, he was hit in the chest and flew backward, his face was flushed red. Obviously, this punch had injured him.

This time, everyone was stunned. No one expected that Dongfang Hong, who was originally not highly regarded, would suddenly erupt with such combat strength. With just a touch, he had already injured Dongfang Qingyu.

He knew that no matter what happened on the stage, he would not be able to help. He believed that Dongfang Qingyu would not lose to Dongfang Hong, even if there was something wrong with Dongfang Hong now, the result would not change.

Dongfang Qingyu, the future successor of Heavenly Master Mansion, and the direct disciple of Old Master.

All along, everyone thought that he was inferior to Di Tianjun. However, only Di Tianjun himself knew that his senior was never weaker than him. It was just that he was not willing to compete for fame and benefits.

And after so long, even he had not seen Dongfang Qingyu's real trump card. He believed that the successor of a God Tier Consolidating Equipment Master would be able to save his life.

Sure enough, the battle on the stage gradually became more intense and dangerous. Dongfang Qingyu's battle this time was no longer as elegant as the previous one. His attacks all became sharp and tricky.0

In the end, the thunderous punishment rose as the martial statue exploded. The two sides were fighting in an irreconcilable manner, causing the entire audience to exclaim in surprise.

At this moment, in the crowd, a beautiful woman's mouth slightly raised. When Di Tianjun's body soared into the air, a few embroidery needles appeared in her hands.

At this moment, everyone was paying attention to the match and didn't notice her small movements.

With a slight flick, an embroidery needle shot towards Dongfang Qingyu's back. The experts protecting Dongfang Qingyu didn't even notice this.

Dongfang Qingyu, who was in the air, clearly felt something pierce into his back. He tilted slightly and Dongfang Hong seized the opportunity to stab Dongfang Qingyu in the chest. Dongfang Qingyu swung his sword and, with a Golden Light Incantation, he retreated quickly.

Just when everyone was still wondering what was going on, a huge battle suddenly broke out outside, and three people came flying over from the sky. Old Master stood up, and his body suddenly stood up, and he said proudly: "Everyone, don't worry, the competition will continue, if you dare cause any trouble in the conference, this old man will not let you off!"

As the Heavenly Master made his move, most of the people present had not seen him at all. When they could clearly see who it was, their eyes widened, and even the old monsters around them were stunned.

Because the person in the air was impressively Daoist Qinghee, Old Warlord, and the three prodigies of Heavenly Master Mansion. It could absolutely be said that they were invincible in this world.

The woman was already severely injured, so she ran into the venue in a hurry. However, it was clear that she made the wrong choice.

In just a few seconds, this person was captured. Then, Daoist Qinghee and Old Warlord grabbed her and they quickly left without giving anyone a chance to react.

At the same time, Dongfang Qingyu exploded on the stage. The thunder had completely turned into golden lightning. Dongfang Hong, who was opposite of him, felt the power and said, "You, how could you have such power?"

"Although I don't know what you ate to make your qi so strong, external force is external force after all. Dongfang Hong, I don't want to kill you. After all, your grandfather has raised my father, so I'll cripple you!"

The short words were so indifferent, but it was also a kind of judgement.

Dongfang Hong was furious at Dongfang Qingyu's attitude and said furiously, "Who do you think you are? I am the future Patriarch of Dongfang Family, the only thing you can do is kneel on the ground and beg me for my help, you unfilial grandson, kill me! "

As he waved his sword, Dongfang Qingyu suddenly turned into a series of afterimages. In Dongfang Hong's eyes, they were all Dongfang Qingyu, who was constantly attacking and constantly dodging. When he stopped, he still wanted to use his full strength, but he found that he could no longer use his entire body and fell on the stage.

Everyone immediately reacted, because everything happened in a flash. Dongfang Qingyu pulled out an embroidery needle from his back, held it and looked at Wu Tie's crippled limbs and veins and said, "I think you know about this, you think that I was poisoned, so you sped up your attack and the effects of the medicine in your body. Actually, I purposely pretended to be slow just now!"

As he spoke, Dongfang Qingyu's eyes became extremely cold. Dongfang Hong laughed loudly and said, "Hahaha, so what? So what? I am the successor, you are just a piece of trash, a piece of trash, you know? You deserve to die just like your father! "

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