Mortal Bones

"If I can win another round, I will be on the list!"

"Being on the list is different from being on the list. Once you are on the list, your name will be engraved on the Golden Scale List and will not be erased for sixty years. Both the monk himself and the world where the monk is located can enjoy the tranquility for at least sixty years. Emperor Yun’s martial arts protection!”

"If we can be on the list, when the barrier is lifted, our Zhenwutian cultivation world will no longer be so passive."

Hearing this, all the guest elders immediately started talking excitedly.

However, just when all the guest elders were discussing in full swing, Amon frowned and poured cold water on everyone: "I have some understanding of Taiping's cultivation strength. Their physical strength has not been displayed today. His sword skills are considered outstanding among his peers. However, his opponent in the next round is the young master of Guangling Pavilion, Mu Yun."

Having said this, he raised his head and took a deep look at Palace Master Liu Chuxuan, and then continued:

"The Mu family of Guangling Pavilion are descendants of the Qing Emperor from ancient times. They can at least enter the top six seats at every Golden Scale meeting."

When they heard this, all the guest elders who had been discussing animatedly fell silent.

Mu Yun and the others may not know each other, but it is impossible not to know Guangling Pavilion.

After all, it was a sect that could be ranked among the five heavens and earths.

"Amon, you always have to think about it. Maybe Taiping will give us a surprise like today?"

Palace Master Liu Chuxuan is still very optimistic.

Xu Taiping's ability to break through the first round far exceeded his expectations, so no matter what the outcome was, he could accept it.

"That's true. From the first time we met, this boy has never stopped surprising me."

Amon nodded expressionlessly.

…

Look back at You Yuntian.

Just as Dugu Qingxiao said, Xu Taiping's punch directly caused the cultivation circles in Youyuntian and even other worlds to boil.

Many monks who were watching the battle received messages from their sects at the moment the competition ended.

There is nothing else in the content, they are all inquiries similar to "Who is this Xu Taiping?"

The world in all directions paid too little attention to Zhenwu Tian, ​​so in their eyes, Xu Taiping was not much different from a meteor that suddenly flashed across the night sky.

"I remembered, it was him."

At this time, on a stand to the west of the Golden Scale Terrace, Mu Yuchen, the goddess of Guangling Pavilion, suddenly lit up.

"Chen'er, have you seen him?"

Mu Yun, who came to the stands after the competition, looked at Mu Yuchen beside him with some curiosity.

"Brother, do you still remember that that day in front of the Scavenging House, the soul I mentioned to you was white and innocent? Even my mind-observation skills couldn't see the monk in his mind?"

Mu Yuchen asked Mu Yun.

"Some impressions."

Mu Yun nodded and recalled the situation that day.

"Although he changed his appearance that day, his soul cannot be disguised, so I am sure that he is the one I met at the door of the Shili Zhai."

Mu Yuchen said with certainty.

"For Chen'er to care so much about you, it seems that I have to be careful in the battle tomorrow."

Mu Yun nodded.

"Brother, why don't you let me pay him a visit? If you surrender without fighting, you will be able to expose your methods less. After all, the opponents in the next competition will become more and more difficult to deal with."

Mu Yuchen asked Mu Yun very seriously.

"How are you going to surrender without fighting?"

Mu Yun frowned.

"Of course, with our financial resources and treasures, as well as your sister and me, our beauty is stunning."

Mu Yuchen raised his chin proudly. Even though he was separated by a veil, his alluring appearance could not be concealed.

"Chen'er, you are a goddess now. You should be more reserved and dignified when you speak and act."

Mu Yun held his forehead.

"Brother, isn't it just me and you? You don't know how hard it is for your sister and me to pretend every day."

Mu Yuchen sighed, then crossed his legs and grabbed a handful of melon seeds, eating them with relish.

At this moment, she has nothing to do with the word "goddess".

"Forget it, if he is such a greedy and lustful person, he is not worthy of fighting with me, Mu Yun."

Mu Yun nodded and agreed to Mu Yuchen's proposal.

"By the way, brother, Zhang Moyan from Xiliang in the next game is the strongest in Youyuntian in the past hundred years, so you have to pay close attention to him."

Mu Yuchen suddenly sat up straight and looked at Mu Yun with a serious face.

"Of course, if it weren't for watching her competition, I would have gone back a long time ago."

Mu Yun nodded seriously, and then his eyes fell on the golden scale platform below again.

…

at the same time.

After getting off the Golden Scale Platform, Xu Taiping went directly to the stand where Junior Aunt Lu Rushuang and the others were.

"Brother Taiping! No, dad, brother Taiping, you are my dad!"

As soon as they went upstairs, Chu Xiaoxiao stepped forward and hugged Xu Taiping's arm, still talking nonsense.

"What...is going on?"

Xu Taiping looked at the seventh princess and the young aunt and asked for help.

"She is a little gambler. When you competed with Qi Hao, she took all her wealth to bet in the gambling house."

The seventh princess Chu Tiancheng pulled Chu Xiaoxiao back with a bit of laughter and laughter.

"So she lost the bet and then went crazy?"

Xu Taiping looked stunned.

"I didn't lose, Brother Taiping, I won, I bet my entire fortune on you to win!"

Hearing the word "lose", Chu Xiaoxiao immediately retorted.

"How much did you win?"

Xu Taiping, who was sitting next to the little nun, asked Chu Xiaoxiao with a smile, somewhat curiously.