Shi Mu and Bai Shi chatted while walking, and soon came to the valley between Peak 8 and Peak 7.

Compared with the valley between the peaks of the eleventh and twelfth peaks, it is much larger than the valley of the eleventh and twelfth peaks, full of colorful flowers and plants, like a huge garden, and in the center is a large square square with an area of 100 acres, and ten large rings are lined up in the square.

At this moment, the square was crowded with people, and countless Black Demon Sect disciples in black clothes had gathered, and Shi Mu took a rough look, there were at least more than two thousand people, more than double the last time he participated in the small competition.

It seems that the Black Demon Sect has not accepted fewer disciples over the years.

Shi Mu thought so, and swept his eyes, but found that half of the rings were empty, and only in the middle five rings, a pair of figures were fighting fiercely.

The surrounding onlookers let out bursts of cheers and exclamations from time to time, and the atmosphere of the whole square was extremely warm for a while.

The five rings were full of people, Shi Mu and Bai Shi could only stop more than a dozen zhang away, and the two were not talking, watching the competition from afar.

Shi Mu's eyesight is excellent, and at a distance of more than ten zhang, everything seems to be happening in front of him.

On the third ring on the far left, a young man in white and a big man in black have already fought together, both of them are late martial artists.

The young man in white held a long sword with silver flashing, the sword moves were as dense as rain, and the silver sword light was like a strange arc, wandering around the black-clothed man in a strange arc, constantly trying to take advantage of the gap.

Under the destruction of the true qi, every sword light made a piercing sound of breaking through the air, and it seemed that there was endless stamina.

The black-clothed man held a long black whip, and the whip shadow was heavy during the dance, like a spiritual snake, weaving a large black whip net in front of him, firmly blocking the sword moves of the young man in white, and he didn't let it go.

The muffled sound of "bang" continued.

The black whip shadow and the silver sword light burst open almost at the same time, and they all turned into invisible waves of qi and spread in all directions, giving people a feeling of wind blowing in their faces a few feet away.

"Brother Shi. The black-clothed man was called Wu Chao, and it was rumored that he was only a mid-acquired cultivator six years ago, and the white-clothed young man named Tao Yan was an unknown C-level disciple at that time. But now they are all among the top ten B-level disciples, and they are famous among the more than 2,000 disciples of the Black Demon Sect. But in three years' time, I won't lose to them. Bai Shi pointed to the young man in white and the big man in black in the ring, full of confidence.

"Brother Shiraishi is so ambitious, and we cultivators should be like this. Shi Mu praised.

Shiraishi nodded heavily.

At the moment in the ring. The sword light of the white-clothed young man appeared and disappeared from time to time, becoming more and more weird, but the black whip shadow always accompanied him.

After fighting for more than a dozen moves like this, the sword light of the young man in white was chaotic, revealing a flaw, and a black whip shadow drilled in like a poisonous snake.

"Woo" a muffled sound!

The black long whip slammed into the abdomen of the white-clothed young man, and his body flew out of the ring like a broken sack, slamming heavily on the ground, opening his mouth and spitting out a mouthful of blood. I couldn't move for a while.

Two black-clothed miscellaneous disciples quickly rushed out of the crowd in the audience, and they skillfully carried the white-clothed young man down.

The black-clothed man tied the long whip to his right arm, and Shi Shiran got out of the ring, he had already entered the top five of the second-level disciples.

The crowd of onlookers near the ring burst into exclamations, discussing the exercises and whipping techniques of the black-clothed young man.

Shi Mu pursed his lips, his eyes swept over several other rings, and he suddenly became a little excited.

Seeing that Bai Shi beside him was still watching with relish, Shi Mu also stood in place and didn't move, but began to think about other things in his heart.

After more than half an hour, everyone in the square watched with bated breath at Ring Five. Because there will be the first and second place among the second-grade disciples.

Shi Mu felt that the atmosphere was abnormal, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that a young man with a scar on his face was fighting fiercely with a tall and thin young man in the ring.

The young man with the scar was holding a long spear, and the head of the spear was faintly flashing red. The tall and thin young man was armed with a long sword that was glowing with blue light.

Shi Mu's heart moved, and he vaguely felt that this tall and thin young man with deep sunken cheeks and long hands and feet like bamboo poles was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

The tall and thin young man's body was as fast as lightning, constantly circling around the scarred young man, and the long sword in his hand flickered east and west. Like cyan lightning, it flashes and disappears, and the movements are free.

And the young man with the scar on the opposite side, the gun seems to be wide open and closed, and under the agitation of true anger, the fierce wind is as heavy as a mountain, protecting the whole body without leakage, so that the tall and thin young man has no gaps, and the gun head drills out in unexpected places from time to time, so that the tall and thin young man almost suffers several times.

The tall and thin young man was neither arrogant nor impatient, and after fighting for a pillar of incense like this, the scar youth's marksmanship finally slowed down.

The tall and thin young man's eyes flashed, and when the opponent's gun momentum was recycled, and the move was old, he shot out with two feet, and his body shot out like an arrow from the string, and in the blink of an eye, he approached the young man with the scar.

With a wave of his right hand, the blue light on the cyan long sword skyrocketed, and dozens of cyan sword shadows flew out in an instant, slashing towards the two hands of the young man with the scar.

The smug look in the scarred youth's eyes flashed, and as soon as his right hand was raised, the barrel-shaped hidden weapon in the cuff was exposed, and a canopy of silver needles shot out in an instant, and at the same time, his body retreated sharply.

The tall and thin young man's eyes flashed with anger, his mouth moved slightly, and with a pinch of the magic trick in his left hand, a blue shield appeared out of thin air.

After a clang, the silver needle struck the shield, and was immediately dispersed by the small whirlwind of the shield!

"Wind Locust Shield Technique, it's a Spirit Rank Warlock!" Among the spectators, I don't know who exclaimed.

At this moment, the momentum on the tall and thin young man's body suddenly changed, and a strong aura that was no less than the Great Perfection of the day after tomorrow broke out in an instant, and in a flash, his figure caught up with the retreating Scar Youth, and with a wave of his right hand, a large cyan sword curtain covered the Scar Youth.

"Bang" sound!

The cyan sword curtain was closed in front of the scarred young man's eyes, and then the cyan long sword sword back slammed into his chest, causing his body to fly out of the ring involuntarily, and it fell to the ground and rolled several times before stopping, and more than a dozen wounds on his body suddenly flowed blood, and his eyes rolled and he fell unconscious.

The Great Perfection in the late day after tomorrow is still a spirit level warlock!

For a while, the crows in the ring below were silent, and even the pupils in the eyes of a sect elder who was a referee in the ring couldn't help shrinking.

At this time, two black-clothed miscellaneous disciples rushed out of the crowd, and after they bandaged the wound of the young man with the scar to stop bleeding, they quickly carried him down.

"Who is this person?" Shi Mu glanced curiously at the tall and thin young man on the stage. Xiang Shiraishi asked.

"Brother Shi, you don't even know Duan Qianli, right? Back then, he was the first place among C-level disciples, but I didn't expect him to be so strong now, among the top ten first-grade disciples this time. I'm afraid someone is coming down!" Shiraishi said with a look of adoration.

"I see, I'm lonely. Shi Mu grinned, vaguely remembering that when he participated in the sect's small competition, he had asked Huo Mao about this person.

The next moment, the sect elder in the ring announced loudly:

"I declare. Duan Qianlisheng was promoted to the first place of the second-level disciple!"

The sound rolled over the square, lasting for a long time, drowning out the cheers of the surrounding disciples.

......

In the evening, Shi Mu, accompanied by Bai Shi and Xiao Ming, came to the Chuanxiang Building in the bluestone square of the thirteenth peak, and went straight to the third floor.

The second floor of this restaurant is magnificent and richly decorated, but the style of the third floor suddenly changes, and there are not too many ornate decorations. Some are carved dragons and painted phoenixes, with a sense of atmosphere and simplicity.

"Looking at the layout here, I'm afraid this meal is not cheap tonight, right?" Shi Mu glanced at the surrounding arrangements and said with a smile.

Shiraishi smiled and didn't speak.

"This is natural, there are some special things for us to get together today, so naturally we can't be shabby. Xiao Ming smiled mysteriously on the side.

Without waiting for Shi Mu to ask, Xiao Ming pulled Shi Mu to a private room.

There were already two people sitting inside, Shi Mu was slightly stunned, he knew both of them.

A girl in a blue shirt. With a graceful figure and beautiful appearance, she is the daughter of Lan Feng.

There was also a young man, dressed in a yellow shirt. has a rough face, but it is Huo Mao.

Shi Mu and the two of them haven't seen each other for a few years, but the appearance of the two has not changed much, but the true qi on the two of them fluctuates, and their cultivation has obviously made great progress compared to before.

"Stone Pastoral ......"

"Huh. Senior Brother Shi!"

Lan Feng and Huo Mao were both taken aback when they saw Shi Mu walking in.

"You two, it's been a long time!" Shi Mu smiled slightly and greeted the two.

Lan Feng and Shi Mu didn't know each other very well, so they nodded and sat down.

Huo Mao and Shi Mu had been quite familiar with each other in the past, and now happily pulled Shi Mu to sit beside him, chatted with great interest, and asked about Shi Mu's experience in the past few years.

Bai Shi and Xiao Ming were on the side, greeting Lan Feng.

Shi Mu and Huo Mao talked for a few words, and found that the matter of him infiltrating the land of the barbarians and helping the Terran peace negotiation team and the barbarian alliance did not seem to be spreading among these ordinary disciples in the Black Demon Gate.

He didn't intend to show off, just a few words about the previous battles on the front line.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is rare for everyone to gather here today to celebrate Brother Baishi and Senior Sister Lan Feng, who have successfully entered the top fifty of the second-grade disciples in this big competition!"

"I see! You guys are so bitter about me, congratulations, congratulations!" Shi Mu only understood at this moment, raised his wine glass with a smile, and congratulated Bai Shi and Lan Feng.

"It's just a fluke. ”

Both of them also seemed to be quite proud to be able to enter the top fifty of the second-grade disciples, and a smile appeared on Lan Fengben's somewhat indifferent face.

"Haha, Senior Brother Xiao, why did you leak yourself, you have entered the top thirty of the second-level disciples this time, but you are much more promising than my old disciple!" Huo Mao said with a smile.

"Senior Brother Huo praised it falsely!"

After Xiao Ming arched his hand towards Huo Mao, the four of them raised their glasses and drank together, and then he thought of something, and said to Shi Mu with a regretful face:

"Anyway, Brother Shi, it's a pity that you haven't been able to catch up with the big competition this time, otherwise with your strength, you will definitely be able to win a good ranking among the second-level disciples. ”

"It's okay, just join tomorrow. Shi Mu smiled and said.

He had deliberately restrained his aura a little now, so Xiao Ming and the others could only feel that their aura was stronger than theirs, but they didn't know that they had actually stepped into the Great Perfection of the Day After Tomorrow. (To be continued.) )