At dawn the next day, several people got up early and left the inn at the urging of Xiu Shi'an. After a night of carnival, the city of the moat did not calm down at all because of the past of the festival, and the carnival continued.

Xiu Hongxue walked beside Xiuye and saw many monks talking and laughing in a certain direction, and knew that it was the place where the martial arts competition was held.

Xiu Hongxue asked with some curiosity: "Who organized the competition?" Even if it is not a very formal competition, it can be held over the years, and there must be an organizer. The first thing to do in this competition is to ensure the fairness of the competition and to avoid disturbance by others during the competition. In so many ways, it is necessary to have a force that can suppress everyone to hold this contest.

Xiu Ye replied on the side: "That is naturally a person from the Xiu family. ”

Xiu Boyue added on the side: "It is organized by the Xiu clan people who are guarding here. ”

Xiu Hongxue nodded, not surprised. This city belongs to the cultivators, and the biggest force is the cultivators, so it is more reasonable for such activities to be organized by the cultivators, there are people from the cultivators, and in the place close to Xuanming Valley, those monks do not dare to be presumptuous.

A few people walked over slowly, not afraid of missing the time, with Xiu Ye and Xiu Bo Yue here, it was not difficult to reach the destination quickly. It wasn't until Xiu Shi'an urged that Xiu Ye and Xiu Boyue mentioned a child's movement method and instantly arrived at the Central City Square, which is the place of competition. Xiu Yuerong was not far behind, and followed them closely.

Xiu Hongxue landed, her eyes lit up, for the first time she really felt the strength of Xiu Boyue and Xiuye, only one breath of kung fu can cross a short distance, and only Xiuwei can do it when it reaches a certain point, you must know that the place where their inn is located is not a short distance from the center of Tianyan City, and Xiu Hongxue herself can't cross such a long distance between one breath.

There were already a lot of people in the Central City Square at this time, and many mortals who came to watch the competition were estimated to have been coming non-stop since last night. In order to better watch the competition, some monks looked at the high-rise inns around the central square, and some stood directly on the high-rise buildings around the square.

The number of monks surprised Xiu Hongxue, she thought it was just a big competition, she didn't expect there to be so many people, and she also saw some people who were good at cultivation.

Xiu Ye seemed to see her doubts, glanced at her on the side, and said lazily: "Don't underestimate this competition, if you perform well, maybe you will be favored by the person in charge of the cultivation family, and there will be a certain chance of entering the cultivation family." ”

Xiu Ye seems to have been a little different in treating Xiu Hongxue since last night, but what is different Xiu Hongxue himself can't say, but Xiu Yuerong's emotions in his heart are becoming more and more complicated. She had never seen the Holy Son so patient with anyone.

Xiu Hongxue immediately knew the key after Xiuye's mention, this cultivator is one of the four major families in the Xuankong Realm, there are naturally many people who want to join, but there are not many opportunities to join, and its conditions are not easier than joining other sects, and they will naturally not let go if they have the opportunity to show themselves. Thinking of this, Xiu Hongxue felt proud for no reason, the Xiu family she was in was such an amazing family.

I didn't have to wait long, and the competition soon began. Outside the huge square, there was a row of people dressed in fancy costumes, those people held drum sticks in their hands, and the huge standing drum in front of them was beaten, which instantly attracted everyone's attention, and the dense crowd of people standing in or around the huge square instantly fell silent. Subsequently, a middle-aged man dressed in a costume belonging to the Xiu family came to the stage, and after a few brief introductions to the rules, he announced the start of the competition.

The rules of this competition are actually not rules, they are very simple and rude, that is one-on-one, whoever wants to go on it, the one who wins can stand on the stage and then challenge the next one, or you can get off the stage and fight again after resting a few games, there will be people from the Xiujia next to them to count the number of games they have won, and the person who wins the most games will get the prize given by the organizer Xiujia. The prize was also informed to everyone in advance, and it was some rare elixir and artifact. This is nothing for the cultivators, but it is very attractive to some casual cultivators, of course, not everyone is going for those prizes, Xiu Hongxue saw some young disciples who were obviously not casual cultivators planning to come to the stage, and after some inquiry, they learned that they were some disciples of some families who wanted to join the cultivators.

All in all, this contest is indeed a rare event for some people. For those monks, this is a rare opportunity to show their strength and talent, although they may not be able to join the cultivators, but they can also enter the eyes of the cultivators, right?

But this contest is not so complicated for mortals, it is only a rare competition once a year for them, and they who cannot practice are very envious and awe of the monks who can fly to the sky, and now these monks are naturally excited to show these magical spells in front of them.

The tournament ring was very large, and there was a guardian barrier arranged by the cultivators around it, which was to avoid harming the surrounding mortals. As soon as the middle-aged man announced the start, two people jumped on the stage, and there would be no one on the stage at all.

The competition doesn't look boring, the people on stage are all demon cultivators, and there are many means, not to mention mortals, even Xiu Hongxue and Xiu Shi'an are attracted. The first few games were fine, but after a few games, Xiu Hongxue glanced at the people around him with some confusion.

The ring does not stop at the point, although the game can be stopped by admitting defeat, but few people admit defeat, or die at the hands of the opponent before they have time to admit defeat. Xiu Hongxue is okay, maybe it is because of her physique or temperament, she doesn't feel uncomfortable, but Xiu Shi'an on the side has turned slightly pale, obviously not used to this bloody scene. Xiu Yuerong's face is not very good-looking.

What Xiu Hongxue was puzzled was that the monks who watched seemed to be accustomed to this, and even the mortals watching around were extremely excited, and they were not afraid at all. Xiu Hongxue didn't know what was wrong, she always felt that she had seen similar competitions, and those competitions had never hurt the opponent's life. But Xiu Hongxue is obviously the first time to see such a so-called competition in the ring.

Xiu Hongxue thought about it and suppressed the strangeness she felt in her heart, Demon Cultivation has always been reckless, this is nothing, and mortals living in the Demon Realm like the Xuankong Realm have a certain amount of blood in their hearts. So she put aside her emotions and continued to look at the ring after a moment of doubt.

In a hidden direction, Bai Jun crossed his arms and looked at the monk in the ring tearing his opponent to pieces, and said, "It's really bloody." After finishing speaking, he smiled again: "But I really like it." ”

The red scales were wrapped around his hand, and he said nonchalantly: "Demon cultivation has always been like this, but it is not as hypocritical as those immortal cultivators, and they pay attention to the mercy of their subordinates." ”

As long as it is sure that it is the enemy, it is until death.

Bai Jun sighed, put down his arm and said, "In this way, it seems that the demon cultivation is more in line with my heart." After speaking, his gaze casually swept in the direction of Xiu Hongxue, and quickly retracted it.

Red Scales also glanced at Xiu Hongxue's direction, especially glanced at Xiu Ye, but didn't dare to go too far, and said, "The man next to her is very dangerous, how are you going to get to your master's side?"

Bai Jun said: "Naturally, it won't just pass. ”

Red Scales stopped talking, and Bai Jun also set his eyes on the ring. But they still underestimated Xiuye's acumen.

Even though their gaze was already very restrained, as if it was an ordinary glance, at that moment just now, Xiu Ye still sensed something.

Xiu Ye stood beside Xiu Hongxue, his eyes were slightly raised, and he glanced in a certain direction, although he didn't really notice the existence of Red Scale and Bai Jun, but there was a malice just now, and he still felt it. Thinking of this, the corners of Xiuye's mouth hooked up a dangerous arc.

After a long time in the competition, there were many outstanding monks, many of whom were able to win several games in a row, and the most outstanding ones were a few young monks, who were obviously disciples from some families or sects. But at this time, there was a change in the ring, and the monk who had won the most games, which was everyone's favorite, actually lost.

The person who won him was a sword cultivator, and this sword cultivator was naturally a demon cultivator, and his sword was demonic and abnormal. It was the first time Xiu Hongxue had seen a sword cultivator who was a demon cultivator. The momentum of that sword held everyone's breath, monks and mortals.

This sword cultivator had starry eyebrows, his expression was cold, his sword was pointed at the young disciple, and he didn't kill him, but put away his sword and said directly: "Next." ”

The young monk's face turned blue and white like a palette, and although the man did not kill him, he felt that it was more uncomfortable than killing him, and that understatement was an insult to him.

But the people of the Xiu family were on the sidelines, and they had already announced that he had lost, no matter how angry he was, he could only grit his teeth and jump out of the ring.

This is just the beginning, if this sword cultivator only defeated the strongest it would not be a big deal, but since he came on the field, he has never been able to play, no one can defeat him, and the few people who are most likely to win the championship have all been defeated by his demonic sword. Looking at his unreluctant appearance, it was obvious that he had not yet used his full strength, and the demonic energy in his body seemed to never be exhausted.

After more than a dozen battles in a row, no one has ever been able to hold on to five moves with the sword in his hand. The mortals around him couldn't see anything, they only thought that this person was powerful, but the monks who watched were all solemn. Some monks even couldn't help but wonder if he was hiding some old monster in his cultivation, but after a closer look, his cultivation was only in the realm of earth demons. In the end, people can only attribute it to the reason why he is a sword cultivator, after all, whether it is an immortal cultivator or a demon cultivator, sword cultivation is an existence with combat power against the sky. Looking at the sword intent on the magic sword in his hand, this man must be a pure sword cultivator. But people are also very depressed, you said that you have such strength and still come to participate in this competition, what are you doing, if you want to join the cultivators, isn't it a matter of minutes, why rob them of the limelight and opportunities.

No matter what people think, the man just did the same thing, that is, he continued to crush his opponent until no one came to the stage again, and the scene was cold for a while. The man glanced around and saw that no one came up, his brows furrowed slightly, and his cold eyebrows revealed a trace of dissatisfaction.

Xiu Hongxue looked at the person, and already knew that this was another "special person" for her, because she seemed to feel a familiar weirdness again, but now she was able to deal with this familiar weirdness very calmly.

While she was observing him carefully, Xiu Ye laughed amusefully on the side, "It's really interesting." ”

Xiu Hongxue looked up at Xiu Ye and was about to ask him what he meant by this, but before she could ask, Xiu Boyue, who was standing on the other side of her, suddenly came on stage, which surprised her.

When the middle-aged man in charge of the Xiu family saw this cold scene, he was about to step forward to announce that he had won the first place, but before he could act, he saw someone on the stage again, and the steps he had just wanted to take retreated again. Later, after receiving the transmission from Xiu Boyue, who came to the stage, his expression changed slightly, and his eyes were respectful and relaxed. No one noticed this scene, but Bai Jun below noticed it keenly.

He said to Red Scales: "The identity of this man who came to power is not simple. ”

Red Scales looked at Xiu Boyue for a while, thinking about whether she knew this person, but because she had been away from the Xuankong Realm for a while, and Xiu Boyue had changed her appearance, she still couldn't recognize who this person was.

The sword-wielding man's eyes lit up when he saw Xiu Boyue on stage, and the crowd watching was also shocked. Obviously, even if Xiu Boyue concealed his cultivation, his demeanor and aura showed that he was not at the same level as everyone who had played before, this was a strong man.

The man with the sword obviously thought the same, his eyes were bright, he was on guard, and the magic sword in his hand spontaneously buzzed, it was obvious that Xiu Boyue gave him a lot of pressure as soon as he came to power.

At this time, the expressions of the two people on the stage were somewhat similar at first glance, they had no expressions, and their expressions were the same cold and hard. But as long as you take a closer look and feel the breath of the two, you can still find a big difference.

The indifference on Xiu Boyue's face was more, and in his eyes was a kind of calm that really didn't put anything into his eyes, without a trace of waves. Although his bearing is extraordinary, it gives people the feeling that it is unapproachable, and he exudes an aura of rejecting people thousands of miles away. The sword-wielding man's face was more cold, his eyes were sharp and hidden, and the aura on his body was as offensive as the sword in his hand, and the whole person was like a sharp sword.

One is cold, one is indifferent, one is extremely aggressive, and the other is calm like the deep sea, the breath of the two is gradually increasing, no, it should be said that the breath of the man with the sword is gradually condensing and strengthening, and Xiu Boyue has not changed from beginning to end. Seeing this, those who were defeated still didn't understand that the sword-wielding man didn't use all his strength when he faced them just now, and I am afraid that the other party didn't regard them as opponents at all.

The sword in the hand of the sword-wielding man was raised by him, and he pointed at Xiu Boyue. Xiu Boyue looked at him indifferently, and said first: "You are good. ”

The sword-wielding man became more and more warlike, and his speech was equally concise: "Come to fight!"

Xiu Boyue shook her head, "Let you make five moves, if you can hurt me, you will win." "This corresponds to the fact that those before were unable to withstand five moves under the sword-wielding man.

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar, others didn't know who Xiu Boyue was, and they didn't know his identity, even if they could see that his strength was not weak, but this remark was too arrogant?