Because he heard nothing, including their heartbeats.

Not far away, Wang Ye was leaning on the spectator seat, fiddling with the Bagua diagram in his hand.

I've been counting over and over again, but I haven't counted anyone present.

In the field

Duankong climbed up from the ground with difficulty and took the Mustard Seed Sumeru back into his palm.

He said in a sincere tone: "It was the young monk who lost."

After that, he walked aside and picked up a broken Arhat magic weapon.

He sighed: "Both the Angry-Eye Vajra and the Arhat's Dharmakaya are broken. It will probably be the Spring Festival after I finish the cultivation."

Wang Situ in the venue breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at the last person.

Said: "You are the only one left, finish the work and call it a day!"

At this time, Zhao Lin also walked over from a distance.

He cupped his hands and said: "The magic spear is like no other, one move determines the outcome!"

Seeing that the opponent was so confident, Wang Situ shouted to Duan Kong who was about to leave: "Fellow Taoist, please stay! Lend me the Mustard Seed Sumeru! I'll pay you back after finishing the game in two days!"

When Zhao Lin heard this, a bad feeling came over him.

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