Mo Zhiyu was slightly stunned, and then said helplessly: "The blood sea is deep, and it will never die, but I don't owe them." So, if they insist on continuing, I can only retaliate. ”

Wuyan shook his head slightly: "I'm not saying that Aleyi is going to die, what I'm trying to say is that Aleyi is missing." ”

"Missing?" Mo Zhiyu was puzzled for a moment, "It's impossible, this Lishan is not big, and there are handles inside and outside the people of the Sword Heng Sect." I believe that even if it was Qin Yiqiong before, as long as the Sword Heng Sect made up his mind to search for the carpet, he would definitely be able to find it! ”

Wuyan said with certainty: "It's missing, even if you use the tracking charm attached to the Yuan Force, you can't find it, and there is no record of people entering and leaving the mountain in the past few days." He disappeared in Lishan. ”

Mo Zhiyu tapped his fingers lightly on the table, thought silently, and then said, "Then there is only one possibility, he is dead." ”

"It's a guess, but there's no evidence." Wuyan said, "If you live to see people, you must see corpses when you die." Then Wuyan stood up and straightened his robe, "Just in case, you still continue to rest these days, anyway, these days are just a game in the group." ”

Mo Zhiyu suddenly asked depressedly, "Then how long will I stay?" ”

Wuyan said: "When it comes to the finals." ”

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After Qin Yiqiong's incident ended, it seemed that everything had returned to calm, just waiting for the day of the finals.

On August 9, the final arrived. After three days of fierce competition, six winners were born from the small team. The venue was moved from the arena to the main square, where the opening ceremony was originally held. The Sowagen gathered together again, and after another speech and performance, the ceremonial officer chanted as the drums vibrate:

"Winners, please! Tian Group, Cheng Qixue, Dong Dangan! Land group, Luo Yiying, Mo Ziyan! The human group, Mo Zhiyu, Luo Bingqian! ”

As the list was read out one by one, the winners also entered the newly established ring. Mo Zhiyu and Luo Bingqian walked up to the stage side by side, and at the same time observed the rest of the people.

It is not surprising that Cheng Qixue was able to win, and it is rare for her to pretend to be serious today. She looked at Mo Zhiyu and shook her eyebrows imperceptibly, as if sending some signal, so that Mo Zhiyu didn't know how to reply to her.

Next to Cheng Qixue stood Dong Dangan, Mo Zhiyu knew about this person's situation from Wuyan. He is from the Jiuzhi Sect, and he can be regarded as Sheng Dongxing's junior disciple, and he is almost forty years old, and he looks like he is only in his twenties. He has a handsome and gentle face, with long flowing hair, which looks full of fairy spirit, causing some girls in the audience to scream again and again.

This year seems to be the second time he has participated in the Sword Debate Conference, and he is the runner-up of the previous session, and he is an instrument cultivator.

Standing next to them were Luo Yiying and Mo Ziyan. As soon as Luo Yiying saw Mo Zhiyu, his eyes were still burning, which made Mo Zhiyu suddenly feel goosebumps all over his body. And Mo Ziyan is the sword-hugging boy that Mo Zhiyu has seen before. Still holding his sword, he stood there in silence, looking at the ground with a slight brow bow, as if everything that was happening around him had nothing to do with him.

After all the winners were on their feet, the cheers from the audience continued, and the arena fell silent after the rumbling drums stopped and the ceremonial officer shouted a few times. Then the ceremonial officer will preside over the next session:

"Draw lots!"

Lottery, as the name suggests, is the lottery of opponents. The winners will draw their opponents for the next three matchups in the draw, and the ranking will be determined by the number of wins.

Mo Zhiyu asked Wuyan: "What if one person wins one of the two draws, or one person is drawn by more than one person?" ”

Wuyan explained lightly: "The lottery holder has a special formation, and this will not happen." ”

But isn't it possible to operate in the dark?

With such a doubt, Mo Zhiyu doesn't care about drawing lots, and he will meet anyway. He casually touched the stick in front of him, and pulled out the first strip of cloth, on which were written three words: "Dong Dangan." ”

Mo Zhiyu looked at Dong Dangan, and the handsome man also looked at the strip of cloth he touched, and then began to touch the second one very indifferently. And Luo Yiying, who was next to him, didn't seem to be satisfied with the cloth strip he drawn, looked at Mo Zhiyu very fondly, and began to draw the second opponent with an expectant face.

As for Mo Ziyan, who was standing next to Mo Zhiyu, Mo Zhiyu only felt that his body was exuding cold air all the time, and the kid just silently pulled out the cloth strip, and began to smoke one without looking at it, as if it didn't matter to him who the opponent was.

Mo Zhiyu also continued to draw his opponents, and the second piece of cloth had three words written on it: "Mo Ziyan." In fact, Mo Zhiyu was very curious about Mo Ziyan's strength, after all, there were very few people who could make him think that he was a "swordsman".

Then he pulled out the third one, which read: "Cheng Qixue." He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, not because he couldn't defeat Cheng Qixue now, but because Cheng Qixue wouldn't really compare with him at all, and the outcome of the game would only be because of the casino's odds!

But in this way, the quota for his three duels has been decided, which also means that he will not meet Luo Yiying. Sure enough, when he looked at Luo Yiying, Luo Yiying was looking at him with a resentful expression, as if Mo Zhiying had abandoned him from the beginning.

Martial idiots are terrible! Mo Zhiyu hurriedly handed over his list to the elders in the ring, and left the ring with Luo Bingqian quickly.

In the morning is the lottery ceremony, and in the afternoon is today's official competition. At lunchtime, the roster for today's game came out. There were three games in total today, and Mo Zhiyu played in the second game.

In order not to miss the opportunity to analyze the opponent, Mo Zhiyu still chose to watch the battle this time. Of course, on this August day when the summer weather was still exhausted, they had a pergola with a formation and fruits provided by the Sword Heng Sect.

The first match this afternoon was between Luo Yiying of the Sword Heng Sect and Mo Ziyan of the Lei Yin Pavilion, which could be regarded as a close match. Before this, neither Luo Yiying nor Mo Ziyan had moved around the world, and few people knew about their situation. And they are all thirteen years old, and they are all the winners of the ground group.

"This is a duel between a young genius and a genius boy, and the external analysis and discussion are as full of Chang'an as a storm, and the odds are rare to be equal." Hu Hansan clutched the communication charm in his hand and looked at Mo Zhiyu, "Which side are you pressing?" If you don't press again, you will miss the betting time! ”

Mo Zhiyu looked in the direction of the ring from afar, and as the drums beat, the two teenagers were already holding their swords on the field, one withdrawn and the other arrogant. Then Mo Zhiyu gestured to Hu Hansan.

"It's really a master's move, and you can see it at a move." - Next chapter Teenager vs Teenager