When Qingying came to his senses, it was already sunset, and he didn't expect that he had been cultivating for so long.

As for the competition...... It's still not over.

For elementalists, the difference between day and night is not very large.

Especially for those who have cultivated to a high level of depth, even if their eyes are closed, the night is like day.

During the day, representative students are selected, after all, the living habits of the elementalists are still a little better during the day, and at night they are basically ordinary students, except for low-level students and intermediate students, there are only referees and a few mentors.

Each competition lasts for at least five days, but the last few days are basically empty.

Qingying yawned and jumped off the roof, intending to go back to his room to practice.

He felt that there seemed to be nothing else that elementals could do other than cultivate.

Returning to the cultivation room in a leisurely manner, Qingying felt a little stuffy in his chest, but he didn't pay too much attention to it, and sat down and began to cultivate.

Darksword Academy Library Library.

Xingchatian stood alone behind a row of books, holding a heavy book. There were basically no students coming here during this time period, and he was still watching the history of the Black Fire Continent.

Black Fire Continent Calendar, Seventy Dark Calendar, Demon Hunting, Domination of Black Fire......

Xingchatian flipped over quickly, and he seemed to have seen something just now.

In the thirtieth year of the dark calendar, the nine-star conquest ......

The first starfall calendar, the sky descends to the pole, sinking into the forest, the danger zone.

Xingsha Tian paused, his eyes slightly dark.

Turning this page, the yellowed and old pages reveal the vicissitudes of life.

"This matter is unknown, the old man has personally gone to the danger zone of the Black Fire Continent to check, but there is not the slightest clue, not even the slightest trace.

The pole is blue, piercing the sky, and cannot be looked at directly. I use false knowledge to explore it, and my cultivation plummets by three percent, remember, remember, don't look at it directly......

The old man guessed that this matter was mostly related to the war outside the sky, and it was also slightly related to the disappearance of Puyue after him......"

The handwriting behind it began to be scribbled, and Xingsha Tian could not be carefully recognized, and things began to be obscure.

"The Outer Heavens...... Hehe......" A smile appeared on the corner of Xingchatian's mouth, as if he had thought of something funny.

"As for Qingmang?" Xingchatian frowned, "Maybe it's that senior, I have time to take a look." Tsk, it seems that the Qiuping Gang can only stop by......"

Gently closing the book, Xingsha Tian placed it in a vacancy on the top floor, where the book was originally placed.

After a day's inquiry, the whole time of Xingcha Tian was used to look at the history of the Black Fire Continent, but after all, it was very old, and a lot of it was still lost.

He hasn't been to the Demon Hunting Society's library yet, but the library is in the Demon Hunting City, so he can also stop by to see it.

In his capacity, if he wants to borrow books, he should be able to borrow them, right?

The president of the Demon Hunting Society, he has never seen it, and he can't figure out his habits, so he can't be sure.

With his left hand rubbing his chin, Xingsha Tian left in deep thought.

For him, the competition will end tomorrow, because basically all the senior students will play tomorrow.

So, tomorrow is the day to leave.

Boom!

With the agitation of the rising sun, the competition continued again.

Last night's competition lasted until the early hours of the morning before slowly ending, and the competition of ordinary students was much faster.

Qingying and Xingchatian stepped into the audience one after the other.

Today they were much earlier, and the students slowly entered, but there was still some time before they were full.

The two of them found a slightly backward position, which was the side of Yi Yuan and the others, which also meant avoiding their edge.

By the way, the seats of Yi Yuan and the heads of the major forces are fixed, and in general, the higher the cultivation, the higher the front.

The city lord of the battle city did not arrive, and the battle luck did not come either.

Yi Yuan's explanation was that the two of them had something to do, and it was a very urgent matter. As for how urgent it is, I'm afraid only the battle city knows.

This is not the first case, it is a privilege of the major powers, because they themselves can provide better resources for their children, and studying at the Darksword Academy is just to be taught.

But in the first half of the battle, I chose to train on my own, which is somewhat intriguing.

The two of them sat down and closed their eyes for about a quarter of an hour, and the seats were already full, and Yi Yuan and the others also arrived one after another.

Before Yi Yuan sat down, he first looked at the opposite side, raised his eyebrows after finding that there was no one, secretly swept around with his virtual sense, and finally found the low-key two people in the corner of the side.

Yi Yuan tugged at the corners of his mouth and didn't debunk it.

On the field, it is already the eighth group today, and eight groups of students will be decided in a quarter of an hour, this speed is staggering.

During this time, the appearance was still intermediate and low-level students, and there was no ornamentation and little inspiration.

An hour later, the group that intrigued Qingying appeared.

Intermediate students, Fengxiu vs. intermediate students, Tingxiang.

Feng Xiu is Feng Qingyan's younger brother, the little young master of Wind City, and the fourth-layer cultivation of the Wuyuan Realm.

Tingxiang, a young man who looks a little thin, has a fifth-level cultivation in the Wuyuan Realm.

Looking at the thin body and dragging the disordered footwork, Qingying felt that I was afraid that Fengxiu would win.

It seems that Fengxiu's popularity is not very good, and most of the students are shouting slogans to defeat Fengxiu.

The corners of Fengxiu's mouth were slightly slanted, and he was very disdainful of this kind of one-sided momentum. Defeat him? Then you have to talk about the actual situation.

Tingxiang's face is pale, and his appearance is quite delicate, but this cultivation is probably a problem.

Qingying doesn't know how the qualifications are divided, but if any student has such good qualifications, he doesn't believe it.

Tingxiang doesn't look like he has a family background, and the soles of his feet are floating, so he should have used some temporary method to improve his cultivation. This can be guessed from the surprise in the eyes of some students.

Even if he is a genius, without self-motivation and without the support of forces, sooner or later he will be out of the crowd.

As the referee's hand fell, Tingxiang bit his lip and waved his hand to paint in the air.

Feng Xiu looked at this stubborn teenager with some boredom, he was waiting for the other party's full strength.

Even if the other party's cultivation surpasses him, so what, it can't turn the sky upside down.

Gradually, the voice became quieter, Qingying's eyes were sharp, and he smelled a trace of unusual breath.

A quarter of an hour passed, and with great perseverance, Ting Xiang completed a picture floating in the air.

The picture depicts a young man kneeling on the ground and worshipping a long-haired woman.

The woman has no face, but she gives a dark and bloodthirsty aura.

Around the pattern, there is a halo of light, on which are depicted this intricate rune.

Originally, such a picture could only be regarded as weird, and with Ting Xiang pressing one hand on the young man's head.

......

Yes!

Several girls screamed.

Ting Xiang's face was expressionless, and the young man in the painting suddenly raised his head and bit his finger.

Like ink infecting, splashing ripples.

A piece of blood red suddenly spreads, and the whole pattern is full of bright red.

Looking again, the woman's long hair was flying, and the young man was trembling and kneeling on the ground, his hands stretched forward, wanting something, as if he wanted to give something.

In the corner of the audience, a person's face changed, and he didn't know whether he was happy or sad.