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Xu Chengfeng jogged all the way to Yang Ju and pulled the latter up sorrowfully. Under the jeering of the crowd, he retreated to the side. At this time, the Great Elder, who had already won two rounds, turned his head and looked at Old Envoy, who was so angry that his beard and eyebrows were almost flying up. He smiled meaningfully.
He then turned to look at Nian Zhelun, who had been silent the whole time. With just a glance, Nian Zhelun immediately understood what Old Envoy meant. He walked towards the ring without looking at his opponent who was waiting for him with his hands behind his back.
"Crazy old man, don't be too happy too early, there's still one more round. If we win, and the news spreads out, it'll still be your Heru College and face that loses, so just consider it our loss? Lose? Will we lose? I watched this kid, Nian Zhelun, grow up from a young age. Although his personality is a little eccentric, but his strength, even if placed in a Zhongzhou filled with talents, can still occupy a position! " Old Envoy seemed to have found comfort in the depths of his heart, and the anxious expression on his face was instantly swept away.
At this moment, Faang Lei also walked up the stage under the attention of the crowd. Even before the start of the match, some people in the crowd had already started to discuss in whispers.
"It's the last match. If we win, it'll be 3-1!" A person in the crowd said in jubilation.
"I don't think so. That 'Mute' should be the strongest amongst the four young emissaries. If we don't let Inner College be the strongest against him — — Sigh!"
"That's right, the top ten Inner College and Expert Ranking s are all present, why did they let the ninth ranked Faang Lin enter the last match? Isn't it better to let Luan Chengxu win? If it's Jiang Yanming, then you have won for sure! "
"Isn't that so? Although Faang Lin is also very strong, he is, after all, only in ninth place.
Hearing these unsightly comments, Faang Lei smiled in his heart. His cold and handsome face did not change the slightest bit. Although Old Envoy was surprised by this point in an instant, it was only for a split-second. Soon, he was certain of his victory!
It's a pity that his strength is only ranked ninth. As for his strength, although I am unable to see through his true strength, it's unlikely that he's much stronger than that girl called Fengyuan Wuli. If that's the case, Zeran's victory is certain! After all, Zeran was … Old Envoy seemed to have thought of something and glanced sideways at the Great Elder, hinting at something.
The Great Elder frowned and then seemed to understand something. He looked at Old Envoy with wide eyes as if to say, "Could he be the one from back then?"
Old Envoy nodded his head heavily, smiling without saying a word! The Great Elder quickly turned his head. He frowned deeply and quickly directed his gaze towards Nian Zhelun. Clearly, there was something terrifying that had worried him!
On the stage, the two of them stood still. The discussion below the stage also gradually turned into cheers, but it was much quieter than when Jiang Yanming appeared!
Nian Zhelun, who had been silent all this time, carefully sized up Faang Lei. His gaze gradually shifted to the giant sword behind Faang Lei. He had already noticed it before. At this moment, looking at it closely, he suddenly felt suspicious.
After a brief moment of confusion, their gazes met. Perhaps it was due to them feeling bitter feelings for each other, but the two of them nodded their heads at the same time, causing everyone to be confused. However, Jiang Yanming and the others who were below the stage were secretly surprised.
"Bam!" The robes of the two people in the arena puffed up at the same time without any wind! In the blink of an eye, two powerful auras spread out from the two of them, enveloping the surrounding space. There were only a few people in the audience that could emit this formless aura. The surrounding crowd couldn't help but feel shocked.