After the smoke cleared, the scene of the arena finally slowly appeared in front of everyone.

Huang Quan stood with his hand in his hand, standing in the ruins, showing his unrestrained appearance.

At this moment, Xiao Jin was lying on the ground covered in blood, the overlord sword in his hand had completely dissipated, most of his clothes were broken, and his cultivation was completely destroyed.

In fact, the current Xiaojin is completely exhausted. If it weren't for a breath of hard support in his heart, he estimated that he would be dead immediately.

"Master, the disciple still lived up to your expectations after all." Xiaojin's eyes flashed with a deep self-blame color, and he murmured to himself.

Just saying this sentence has exhausted Xiaojin's entire body.

Then Xiao Jin's head tilted, and he completely died, and all the vitality in his body disappeared.

The huge arena was wiped out directly under Huang Quan's palm, and all the restrictions and formations added together couldn't resist the aftermath of this palm.

"Help!"

Suddenly, a very faint voice came from the ruins, and a very thin hand stretched out from the ground.

After Huang Quan heard this voice, he was stunned for a moment, and then walked forward.

With a light wave of Huang Quan's big hand, he directly removed all the obstacles in front of him.

A middle-aged man in a white robe stood up from the ruins.

After Mo Shan saw the appearance of the middle-aged man, he covered his forehead somewhat speechlessly.

Because the person in front of him is the three elders of Fengxue Mountain, and he is also one of the referees of the 100-door competition.

Huang Quan's palm was too strong, even the elder of Fengxue Mountain did not react at all.

Fortunately, this elder felt only the aftermath of Huang Quan's clutches. If he were a little closer, he would probably be slapped to death by Huang Quan.

"Thank you!" The elder of Fengxue Mountain said to Huang Quan very politely, and then he gently took the dust off his clothes.

"Am I a winner now?" Huang Quan asked with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and then asked the elder in front of him.

"Because the Emperor of Heaven sent Huang Quan to maliciously destroy the playing field and injure the referee, he was deprived of the qualification for the game." The elder glanced at Huang Quan and then said solemnly.

"..." Huang Quan's face suddenly stiffened. He remembered Fengxue Mountain did have this rule, and he had said it before the competition.

"Due to the death of Li Jin, the disciple of the Tyrant Swordsman, both of them were eliminated." The middle-aged man said again.

"Okay." Huang Quan shrugged his shoulders indifferently. After all, he had no interest in this martial art.

If it weren't for Chen Xi to let him participate in this competition, it is estimated that Huang Quan would never leave the dormitory for half a step.

Huang Quan slowly left the arena, and then turned back to the seat of the Heavenly Emperor Sect. He glanced at Chen Xi apologetically.

"It's okay, you did your best, and you didn't lose, did you?" Chen Xi smiled at Huang Quan, then said softly.

"Thank you, Master." Huang Quan nodded, and then sat down beside Chen Xi.

"Brother Chu, the next game is up to you." Huang Quan turned his head and glanced at Chu Yun, and then he laughed.

"Relax, this time the Hundred Sects Competition, our Heavenly Emperor faction will definitely win the championship!" With a very firm smile on Chu Yun's face, he softly said to Chen Xi.

"Due to the destruction of the playing field, the final is delayed for one day. Please go back to your room to rest first, and come back tomorrow." The voice of the white-haired old man came from the air again, and then spread to everyone's ears.

"Let's go, it seems that for this final, there should be nothing to expect today." Huang Quan stood up from his seat, and then said to the three of Chen Xi.

Chen Xi and the three got up together, then turned and walked towards the house of the Heavenly Emperor Sect.

In a corner next to the ring, a black-clothed man with a sword in his hand walked out slowly, with a faint smile on his mouth, and then looked at where the Celestial Sect was.

"That Huang Quan has some strength, but unfortunately he didn't make it to the finals. Alas, I thought I would encounter some decent opponents this time, why are they all shrimp soldiers and crabs." The black man sighed slowly, then turned to leave, his eyes looked It was full of disappointment.

After everyone left, Fengxueshan gathered a large number of disciples and began to urgently build the arena.

Tens of thousands of disciples started working together, and all of these disciples were extraordinary in their ability to work very smoothly.

Just a few hours later, a huge arena was built again.

The white-haired old man took the shot himself and laid out several formations and promotion systems in this arena, which strengthened the toughness of the arena again.

After a long time, the white-haired old man breathed a sigh of relief, and then turned and left.

After Chen Xi's four returned to the room, Huang Quan began to close his eyes and adjust his breath. The injuries he suffered this time were not too light.

If Xiaojin's sword intent were stronger at that time, Huang Quan's right palm might be completely abolished.

Huang Quan took out a small jade bottle from his spatial ring, and then pinched out an emerald green pill from it and held it directly in his mouth.

This is Elder Lichen, specially prepared for them overnight, the healing medicine that can quickly recover from their injuries.

This is a perfect-grade single medicine that can not only restore internal injuries, but also very effective for external injuries.

After just over ten minutes, the wound on Huang Quan's hand had disappeared, replaced by brand new skin.

"Elder Lichen's alchemy level is really high, and it is estimated that he will soon catch up with those exclusive alchemists of the Holy Land Xuanmen." Huang Quan muttered to himself, he put the little jade bottle in the space ring again.

Lin Qianxue sat cross-legged in her room, her brows frowned slightly, and a strange feeling appeared in her heart.

She was still remembering the embarrassing thing that happened today, and her eyes flashed with doubts and incomprehension.

"Why on earth?" Lin Qianxue slowly closed her eyes, and then muttered to herself.

Unfortunately, even if she wanted to break her head, she wouldn't think of the real reason for this.

Although Lin Qianxue knew that there was an ancestor in Saint Xuanbing Sect, even she had never really met that ancestor. She only knew a thing or two from some high-level conversations.

As for the old ancestor's ability to manipulate the red line, it was beyond Lin Qianxue's imagination.

At this moment, Chen Xi was also sitting cross-legged in her room, his brows furrowed tightly, and his eyes were full of puzzlement and doubt.

For some reason, he felt that Lin Qianxue was weird today, and even the look in his eyes had an indescribable feeling.

"What the **** is going on?" Monk Zhang Er was puzzled, probably the best description of Chen Xi.