Back in the familiar room, Qingying lay down in a chair, crossed her hands over her chest, closed her eyes and meditated.

Xingchatian smiled, sat next to him, and grimaced.

Qingying said helplessly: "What's the matter, out of the limelight, comfortable?"

Qingying doesn't like this kind of showmanship, he thinks that he will be forced to the forefront in this way, if he is caught, under public opinion, how can he be safe?

Xingchatian smiled nonchalantly: "It's a matter of time, isn't it?"

Qingying frowned, not understanding the meaning of this sentence too much.

Xingchatian sighed: "Do you think that with our strength, we can pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger in the battle of choosing the sky?"

Qingying shook his head, this was obviously impossible.

Cultivation can be covered up, but if you really want to fight, you can roughly judge what level the opponent's strength is as soon as you make a move.

Therefore, if they want to win, they have to rely on their cultivation to crush them.

This process is a little less calculated.

"So, it's a big deal to expose it in advance, so that those opponents, before they can't figure out our details, have a little bit of fear of us, so that we can also have a little more palpitations about the unknown in the battle of the chosen day. ”

Xingchatian was boastful, obviously proud of his idea.

Qingying tilted his head, at first glance, it seemed that it was really like that, but if he thought about it carefully, Qingying felt that there was something wrong with it.

But now that the matter has come to this, it is useless to think about it again, so it is better to take a step and see a step.

Seeing Qingying's words, Xingchatian felt as if he had won a victory, and after squeezing his eyebrows, he entered the cultivation room to cultivate.

On the last day, he's going to get in shape.

Qingying squinted for a while, estimating that the time was almost up, and he also began to cultivate.

In the cultivation room, the green shadow pan sat on the green wind divine lotus, feeling the pleasure of the wind element washing the whole body.

Nothing was said all night.

It seems that because of the rare competition, even the sky is a little clearer.

The square of the Dark Sword Academy was bustling, and a three-zhang high round platform was built in the center, with a diameter of 100 zhang.

In the midst of war, the one that may suffer the least damage is the square of the Darksword Academy, after all, it doesn't seem to make sense to destroy the flat ground.

Qingying and Xingchatian stood together, this time they were looking around carefully, it seemed that although the progress of the Darksword Academy was good, there were still some imperfections in all aspects.

There is even a training ground, and a small ruin has been specially built to warn the trainees of the resistance of the fearless instructors and trainees in the war.

The green shadow swept to the top, and there was a high platform on the east side of the square, and the void consciousness swept through, and there were about thirty positions, which should be the positions given to those who were in high positions.

To the left of the high platform, there is a platform with three positions on it.

It is clear who this position is for.

It is already clear at a glance how this battle will be carried out.

It's a ring fight.

Qingying was very curious about which group he and Xingshatian would be divided into.

Chen, to.

Buzz –

The ancient bell of the Darksword Academy was rung and shook the heart.

This large bell is located in the bell tower in the southwest corner of the Darksword Academy, and it is only rung on a few specific occasions.

The first is the beginning of the new year, the second is that something major happens, and the third is the battle of the heavens.

Qingying closed his eyes to feel the beauty of the bell, and then he thought of a question.

How did the three sect envoys come to the Black Fire Continent?

If it was across the Void, it would be terrifying.

There should be some other method, Qingying guessed that the biggest possibility should be the teleportation array, but I don't know, what method they used to teleport over.

After the bell rang three times, three figures appeared on the platform in an instant, and there were also figures on the high platform one after another.

Qingying glanced at it a few times, but found many acquaintances.

Yi Yuan, Sha Poison Sickle, Ji Xunqing, Huo Liyi, Feng Ya, Shan Ye, Xiao Fluttershy, Yan Bing, Yan Tianmei, Yan Long, Feng Qingyan, Feng Xiu, Feng Wu, Ziyun, Wu Yuhong, Gu Ming, Cheng Yue, Xie Xu, Qiu Qi Tong, Kong Yun.

Yes, and the clouds.

After observing the void for a while, and seeing everyone's seats, Qingying guessed the identities of some empty clouds.

If it is as expected, Kong Yun is likely to be a disciple of the Poison Scythe, or an adopted daughter.

However, Qingying guessed that Kongyun was likely to participate in the Chosen Heaven War as well.

At first, Qingying didn't think about it so much, but then when she thought about it, Kongyun's age didn't seem to be twenty years old.

That makes it clear.

Qingying was still thinking about it, and Xingchatian tugged at the corner of his clothes, motioning for him to pay attention to a place.

The green shadow understood what it meant, and looked to their left side quietly.

There was also a group of excited contestants, but one of them was out of place.

A handsome young man with white hair clenched his hands into fists, the corners of his mouth playful.

The same black pupils, his black pupils seem to be a little deeper than others, and when he wants to explore it carefully, he finds that his eyes are full of brilliance, and the melancholy young man seems to be not himself.

Qingying's eyes narrowed slightly, and he felt a trace of pressure on this young man.

This is also a powerhouse of the ninth layer of cultivation in the Wuyuan Realm.

But Qingying has been in the Black Fire Continent for a year, and he actually has no information about this young man, it seems that he is a strong man who cultivates asceticism?

Following the guidance of Xingchatian, Qingying looked to the right again, where there was a hooded figure in the corner.

Naturally, his outfit attracted the attention of many people, but no matter how close these people were, they didn't seem to be able to get within three inches of him.

Qingying glanced at it, only to find that the figure suddenly bowed slightly towards him, then quickly withdrew and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Qingying did know that the man had been there all along, but he had hidden his body a little, and it looked like he was invisible, which was a very strange ability.

Qingying didn't continue to watch, that person's perception ability was far superior to him, and he had a bold guess.

That strong man is likely to have the cultivation of the Infiltration Yuan Realm.

It seems that this battle seems to have forced out a lot of strong people who are secretly waiting for opportunities, so it will inevitably be a battle between dragons and tigers.

Seeing the three messengers sit down, the people below subconsciously stopped talking, as if to show respect for them.

Qingying watched coldly, this was clearly a means of using momentum, and it seemed that the three envoys had practiced to the point of being superb.

Looking up, what surprised Qingying was that the Star Hall was silently located in the center, and the Reverse Dragon Sect allowed the machine to sit and the silence to the left, that is, the right side of the Qingying Corner.

Then the Demon Shadow Sect Ring Absolute Envoy sat on the right side of the Silent Envoy.

Qingying originally thought that the Ring Absolute Envoy should be the strongest, but he didn't expect that it seemed that his status seemed to be the lowest.

So what do you have to say about their position?