"The fabric of this dress is too coarse!" Poria frowned and tied the belt that couldn't be tied well.

Finally put the gray robe of the outer disciple on herself, and when Mo Kongjing came out and saw Yueyi and Poria with strange expressions, her face was also a little strange for a while.

The rough fabric, the inferior clothes on the two of them are really a little weird, as the saying goes, people rely on clothes and Buddha rely on gold, and now if the three of them stand in the crowd, they will definitely not be as eye-catching as they are on weekdays.

"That's not bad, at least not so conspicuous." Mo Kongjing, who had cramps at the corners of his mouth, could only hold back such a sentence for a long time, to be honest, I don't know what kind of material this robe is made of, rough and not to mention, it looks like a subordinate who is doing miscellaneous labor in Xiaoyao Sect when he wears it.

"Could it be that the outer disciples are dressed so plainly? It shouldn't be! Poria's face was wrinkled together, and she felt very uncomfortable in this dress.

"In order to get in, let's be patient first, let's go quickly, there is less than half a pillar of incense left." Yue Yi, who didn't look good, could only urge loudly, shifting everyone's attention to Mo Xianglian first.

When the three people who were grinding and grinding finally squeezed into the arena, the faces of the three of them were a little strange.

Originally, I thought that it was inconspicuous, but I would have thought that all the disciples in this area were wearing white flowers, and the material was also a good fabric, but the three of them were gray and not slippery, and they were like being mixed in from the refugee pile.

Among the disciples of the Immortal Wind Dao Bone, the three of them became the most obvious contrast. Instead, it has become the most conspicuous existence.

"What's going on? Could it be that the three people we just knocked out were the worst in the outer door? Her face had turned blue, and she wanted to lower her head into the cracks in the ground.

"Well, maybe that's probably it." Yue Yi, who was speechless, also shrank his head, standing in the middle of a group of outer disciples, he didn't dare to raise his head at all, in case it was because of his clothes. It wouldn't be nice for others to recognize it.

Mo Kongjing, who hated iron and steel, seemed to calmly put the iron sword into the Qiankun bag, although because she was an outsider, there should not be many people in the Xiaoyao Sect who recognized her, but in order to prevent accidents, she was also very cooperative with Yueyi and Poria Cocos, and lowered her head directly ninety degrees and faced the ground.

The people who were all looking at the one hundred and seventy disciples competing in the arena had a strange look in their eyes whenever they moved their eyes to the three people who were different.

There is contempt. There is contempt, there is disgust, and some even have disgust.

But maybe it's because the three of them keep their heads down too low. mistakenly thought that they were in the eyes of 'inferiority', and there was still sympathy and encouragement in those sights.

"Now I announce that the melee of one hundred and seventy disciples has officially begun! Falling out of the arena is considered a failure, and the Mo Xianglian Secret Realm will not be officially opened until there are only a hundred disciples left in the arena! With such a wonderful battle, I hope that all the disciples of my Xiaoyao Sect will do their best to show their strength to your masters and elders! When Xiao Xu finished announcing it with a radiant look. I caught a glimpse of Xiao Yi with a blue face on the side. He immediately bent down with a smirk, took two steps back, and gave up his position to Xiao Yi.

The disciples who were caught off guard by such a blow didn't react at all, and then in the next moment, the people next to them suddenly made a move, and several unsuspecting disciples happened to be standing on the edge of the arena, and they were taken out of the arena by surprise.

"Is there any mistake? Still going to scuffle? Easily dodging the attack of a white-clothed disciple, Mo Kongjing, whose face was pale, rushed up and grabbed Yue Yi's collar and roared.

How is this going to be fought?

She doesn't know the moves of the Freedom Sect at all, is it possible that she really wants to take out the sword? Although there are a few rare sword cultivators among the outer disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect, her moves and the swordsmanship taught by the Xiaoyao Sect are not the same at all. As long as you use it, you will definitely be discovered by others!

It's okay to say in the secret realm that it's not a problem to protect herself with her strength. But in full view of everyone, what she was going to do was really a problem.

"I just went to observe, the inner disciples are all around Senior Sister Yanran now, she will be fine for the time being, as long as the three of us can hold on until the seventy disciples are eliminated, then it should be fine." Yue Yi, who was a little panting, was in danger and fearlessly faced the two outer disciples who were attacking.

Although he didn't take out his needle, it was more than enough to deal with the two monks who had not yet built a foundation with his own strength.

Yawned boredly, looked at the three statues that had been completely frozen around him, and Poria unceremoniously kicked the three ice sculptures down.

Mo Kongjing and Yueyi, whose jaws were about to fall off, were about to pop out, and just when Poria was triumphantly thinking that they were going to say something complimentary, they saw the two of them shouting in unison: "Low-key!" ”

Remembering that she should be the most low-key now, Poria's face stiffened for a moment, and then she stuck out her tongue and moved closer to the two of them.

Although this little girl looks like she doesn't care on the surface, she listens to her words, and since then, she has only been able to dodge in the face of attacks and flanking attacks from others.

Several people on the high platform tacitly moved their eyes to Fushuang who was calmly drinking tea on the side, but the latter just looked idle, as if he had found nothing and saw nothing.

And Yang Xuzi, who has always been a little relieved, has finally relaxed, since Fushuang dares to put his baby bumps into it, then there will not be much problem in Mo Xianglian.

On the high platform, only Xuan Mingzi made it clear that he was watching a play.

And the three elders still didn't take anything to heart in their empty eyes.

But if you look closely, you will find that Poria's eyes are only fixed on one figure from that moment on, and her tense nerves make her unable to hear other sounds at all, as if she will rush out recklessly if even the slightest thing happens to that person.

Although Yang Xuzi picked up a cup of dry Yan, he forgot to drink it at all.

They seem to be indifferent and calm, but in fact, their attention has long been not scattered on their bodies.

At first, Xuan Mingzi was just laughing at the two people for looking different from each other, but soon his originally indifferent smile stiffened on his face.

It wasn't until this moment that he really understood the true meaning of happiness and sorrow, and just now he was still laughing at these two old guys for worrying about their apprentices, how could they have thought that retribution would come so quickly!

(To be continued.) )