C41 (2/2)

Lou Cheng stared at Zhu Yuxiao and thought of a way to draw aggro. It was to tease her.

However, Chang Lou had always been an honest and honest good person. He didn't know what to do when it came to experience points, so he hadn't come up with a good plan.

After a short while, the competition for the four groups was over. According to the rules, the top four would be decided by tonight, so there was going to be a competition for the lanterns in an hour.

After adjusting his condition to its peak, Chang Lou selected a famous contestant. It was said that he was the prodigy from the Qingyang Empire — Xu Shaoyun.

If he defeated Xu Shaoyun, then Chang Lou would be able to directly talk to Zhu Yuxiao.

Xu Shaoyun was a genius of the Qingyang Empire's Xu Family. He came from a powerful family in an ancient and mysterious empire. His weapon was a silver spear.

Xu Shaoyun was dressed in a white martial robe. His appearance was handsome and he did not seem to be laughing. There was a rare expression on his handsome and indifferent face.

If not for the fact that he had spoken before, Chang Lou would definitely have thought that he was a mute.

Without saying a word, his spear shot out. The silver spear was like a swimming dragon, incomparably nimble and infused with silver-white zhenqi. It possessed unparalleled might.

Black water true energy burst out, Chang Lou's Thousand Waves Sword pierced the waist area of the Wandering Dragon, the black sword qi immediately cut off the Wandering Dragon Spear Technique.

”So powerful!” Chang Lou couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. The first round had been a test for each other. It seemed like Chang Lou had the upper hand, but he had already used his sword intent to suggest breaking the normal attack. He definitely wouldn't feel any pride.

”Be careful!”

Xu Shaoyun's dark brown eyes flashed with a trace of silver light. His entire aura changed drastically, as if he had turned into a mighty Martial God. He had the loneliness of a god, the ruthlessness of a god, and the might of a god.

Legend has it that the eighth young master of the Xu family, Xu Shaoyun, was once an unparalleled genius, someone who could rival the four great young masters of the world. However, he seemed to have lost all his skills after a martial arts competition. Just like Chang Lou, he was a tough guy who had to start over from the beginning. After experiencing the cold, warm, human nature of good and evil, this person was not like Chang Lou, who still deserved to eat, drink, and have fun. Instead, he had completely sealed himself off from the real world of martial cultivation. No one knew how terrifying a person born for martial arts could be.

With a shake of the silver spear, thousands upon thousands of spear lights flooded the area like a violent storm, unstoppable, unavoidable.

Wind blew, sword moved, pine forest cried. The house had no choice but to brace itself and go up. The long sword was like the sun that swept away the frost flowers, sweeping away all the rain and sand.

But the thousands of grains of sand and the torrential downpour were simply too little. Not even a single strand of hair was left. Not just that, but the true killing move was the spear that came after the spear light.

A silver bolt of lightning came crashing down. A massive windstorm appeared in the skies, with the air transforming into a blade and a spear.

The Silver Dragon's unparalleled tyranny forced Chang Lou out of the fighting stage.

At the moment of his appointment, Chang Lou saw Xu Shaoyun's pair of incomparably cold and detached eyes, like a lone wolf walking in the middle of a desert. Under the simple and crude law of survival, his wildness and ruthlessness were scattered.

”How happy I am!” Below the stage, Chang Lou didn't grumble about his loss in his heart, nor did he praise the seemingly invincible opponent on the stage.

From Xu Shaoyun's eyes, Chang Lou could feel a sincere sense of happiness.

There are still people who care about me, and I still care about others. I can still die for those I care about.

Although the person he cared about had created a problem that he needed to deal with with with his death, this was a problem that he was willing to bear!