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After sending off that little bastard Lin Congcong, Bian Chunchou continued squatting there to watch the free spell duels. Every now and then, he could pick up a few new ideas for combat. After all... some fellow disciples really had wildly imaginative minds. That Fire-Earth Spiritual Root disciple had actually pinched out a furnace on the spot—an approach he had never anticipated. The key was that the man had even layered an array inside the furnace, then... forcibly forged himself a pair of fiery eyes and golden gaze. Even the Great Sage would have to call him a professional.

And this junior brother was even more of a heavyweight. Though he had a Fourfold Spiritual Root, he possessed a uniquely creative combat style. Could you believe it? He actually used a water curtain to project visual-pollution attacks. Good heavens, the colors were so bright and so dense that Bian Chunchou felt his eyes were going bad just standing below the stage.

Oh, but if this junior brother ran into Wen Xu, this move would be completely useless.

He waited until the slanting sun sank westward, watching until his eyes felt dry and gritty, before preparing to head back.

By coincidence, he ran into Senior Brother Changzhou, who was guarding the mountain gate, on the way back.

Senior Brother Chang was an extremely warm person. Every time they met, he would greet Bian Chunchou, and Bian Chunchou naturally returned his greeting with an equally warm smile. "Senior Brother Chang, getting off work?"

"Yes, everything was peaceful today." Senior Brother Chang smiled. "Your Qi Refining disciples' arena matches began today, didn't they? How did it feel? Did you go onstage?"

"Don't mention it. I got called up to face Senior Brother Shi Yijian. Senior Brother Shi was simply... well, there was no