The iron hooves of the martial arts arena hit the bluestone, and the red figure shuttled across the runway like an arrow from a string. Deng Chanyu's wrist bones flipped over, the five-color gravel drew strange arcs, and the key stress points of the wooden piles all shattered. After two rounds of sprinting, Mu Zhen fell to the ground like harvested crops. She turned over and dismounted, taking off her hair crown, and her black hair fell on her shoulders. When he bent down to pick up the gravel, his fingertips paused - the Yin Shang Dynasty was over, but the Ten Jue Formations of the Lantern Ancient Buddha were still waiting in front. She glanced at the red horse in the stable, lowered her head and continued to rub the stones.
