"Good!"

"Awesome!"

"The boy who made the sword has won!"

There was a loud cheer under the battle platform, the spiritual light on the battle platform flashed, the storm was raging, the sword light was sharp, and the two Jindan monks were in full swing.

Luo Yu stood in the crowd with Song Ning and others, watching the competition on the stage, today is the first day of the Zhuxiantai competition.

Two-by-two battles, the loser is eliminated, and until the winner of the hundredth, this is the preliminary round.

Therefore, whether you can pass the preliminary round or not, strength and luck are indispensable.

The judging panel was made up of Yuanying monks from various sects, but their role was only to arrange the number of matches, because once the two contestants entered the ancient battle platform, no one could interfere with the game unless the game was over.

When there is only one living person on the platform, the ancient platform will decide that the match is over.

Once one of them feels that he will definitely lose, he will take the initiative to jump off the battle platform to avoid being killed by the other party, because if he is killed on the ancient battle platform, no one can be held accountable afterwards!

Even if someone wants to jump off the battlefield on their own initiative, there are also those who are killed by the other party because they are too late, so Chikusendai is also called the 'Blood Battle Terrace'.

Pour the battle platform with blood!

Burst! The long sword entered the body, blood spurted, and the man stared at his eyes, and he didn't bat at death!

Boom! The fierce-eyed victor kicked the dead off the battlefield.

Hiss-, looking at the middle-aged male cultivator who was full of evil on the battle platform, there was a gasp in the audience.

Before, the deceased was clearly about to jump off the battle platform, but he was slashed to the ground by this person, and then a sword pierced his heart, which was too ruthless!

Since the beginning of the competition, this is the first time that someone has died on the battlefield.

Luo Yu's eyes were solemn. She didn't look at the middle-aged male cultivator, but moved her gaze to the pool of blood on the battle platform.

The bright red blood slowly contracted, but it was just a breath and disappeared!

Luo Yu's pupils shrank suddenly, and there was no trace of blood on the black battle platform!

"Senior sister—"

"Ahh ”

Before. Song Ning saw her staring at the bloodstains on the battle platform. His face suddenly turned pale, and he immediately called her, and when he saw that she was awake, he said, "Senior sister." You've been in a bit of a trance these days. Just now, I stared at the blood stains on the battle platform again. But what's the matter? ”

Trance? Luo Yu remembered that he had the same dream in the past few days, blood gushed out, and blood waves slapped. The blood was not on the top, and at the moment when she was about to drown, she would wake up from her dream.

On that day, she didn't touch the blood, why did she have this dream one after another? What is it implying for?

As a monk, it is very rare to forget jì things, before getting off the boat that day, Uncle Qingyun specially instructed that she was not allowed to touch the blood stains on the battle platform, but in a blink of an eye, she actually forgot about it, and couldn't help but want to touch the blood stains, is the ancient battle platform really demonic?

But why aren't the others affected??????

"Senior sister!" Song Ning frowned and called her again, she was in such a trance, what should she do if she got on the battlefield?

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Huang Luoxue on the side was also worried.

The voices of the two finally woke her up, Luo Yu smiled apologetically, and said, "Senior brother and ninth sister, don't worry, I'm fine, I was just thinking about why the blood on the battle platform disappeared, and I was a little stunned for a while, but now it's okay." ”

"This matter is a bit weird, but no one can explore the inside of the ancient battle platform, and this does not affect the competition, so no one pursues this matter." Song Ning explained.

"Won't the Yuanying Monk and the Avatar Monk be able to investigate?" Luo Yu frowned.

"Senior Sister Yu probably doesn't know, only Jindan monks can enter this battle platform," Ye Yun said to Luo Yu across the two same doors, "Yuanying Monk and Avatar Monk can't enter the battle platform, this is the reason why only Jindan monks participate in the Hundred Hundred Years Realm Zhuxiantai Competition." ”

Looking past the two senior brothers, Luo Yu smiled at Ye Yun, "My knowledge is too little, thank you Senior Sister Ye for solving your doubts!" ”

"Senior Sister Yu is to spend all her time on cultivation, and it is inevitable that she will be negligent in other aspects, understand." Ye Yun quipped.

Luo Yu smiled embarrassedly and didn't answer.

Ever since Master's meson space came out, she had been busy recovering her memories and merging her past emotions, and she was really negligent in these common senses that the Jindan monks should know.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Luo Yu started her first competition.

As if passing through an invisible wave of water, Luo Yu jumped onto the battle platform

"Hundred Flowers Sect You Zimei, late Jindan." The delicate beauty Xiu on the opposite side nodded proudly at Luo Yu, and her eyes fell on her short hair.

One of the top ten sects, the Hundred Flowers Sect, is it not a Hundred Flowers Sect that beauties are not allowed to enter? Luo Yuruo arched his hand and said, "Tianxuanzong Huang Luoyu, in the middle of Jindan." ”

"Mid-Jindan-" The corners of You Zimei's mouth hooked up a sneer, and she instantly sacrificed a flower basket, the petals were flying, beautiful and gorgeous, but there was a hidden murderous intention.

Luo Yu's eyes lit up, her bare hand flipped over, and the Zixuan spear appeared in her palm, she jumped, the spear shook, the red light burst out, and the red heat wave greeted the petals that attacked directly.

Zizi-, the delicate petals meet the flames, and instantly wither and burn.

You Zimei's face turned dark, her long sleeves flicked, and most of the petals rolled back to avoid the burning of the red flame.

I originally thought it was a soft persimmon, and I didn't want a hard bone, hum, even if it was a hard bone, she could still smash it!

Holding the flower basket, with a flash of inspiration, the flower basket suddenly turned into a hollow gold ball, the golden light was shining, as fast as lightning, and smashed towards Luo Yu.

As soon as Luo Yu burned the petals in front of her, she saw a golden ball slamming in front of her, her footsteps slipped, and green tendons suddenly appeared on the back of her white jade-like hand, and the spear in her hand hit the golden ball fiercely.

When--, as if the giant bell was hit, the sound shook the onlookers in the audience and frowned, it was too loud!

The golden ball was knocked upside down and flew out, and Luo Yu took a step back, and the force of the shock made her arm slightly numb.

You Zimei rose into the air, took the golden ball, her eyes were solemn, it was so difficult, then she would compete with spiritual power to kill her!

The golden ball turned into a flower basket again, and You Zimei danced her body, as if the goddess scattered flowers, and countless petals were thrown out, colorful and fragrant, and they flew to Luoyu one after another.

Have all one's goods in the window! Luo Yu saw through her intentions, but didn't want to spend it with her, so he propped up the spiritual power cover, danced the spear, and if the dragon went out to sea, it scattered the petals around him, and several petals avoided the spear and attacked Luo Yu's door.

Seeing this, You Zimei showed a smug smile, and in the next moment, even if this woman did not die, she would be disfigured and seriously injured.

Whoosh-, the petals are like blades, the bright color reveals a cold light, poof, breaking the spiritual light cover, a petal to the eyebrows, a cheek, and a neck, extremely dangerous!

"Ahh

The petals were only a few inches away from the front door, and Luo Yu didn't blink his eyes, and rushed straight away, attacking You Zimei who was three zhang away.

The onlookers in the audience watched in amazement as the petals of the flower crossed his face, like a dragonfly touching water, and there was not a single scratch on his white jade-like face, let alone blood.

Boom! The spear smashed at You Zimei, and in a hurry, she raised the flower basket in front of her, and the spear hit the flower basket with a muffled sound.

"Ahh

"How so?" Someone in the audience exclaimed, "Fairy You of the Hundred Flowers Sect is a late stage cultivator of Jindan, and it is rumored that her strength is among the thirty contestants selected by the Hundred Flowers Sect, even if she can't rank in the top five, she can still be ranked in the top ten, why is she being pressed and beaten by a mid-stage Jindan monk?" ”

"What Daoyou said is wrong, who would have thought that the short-haired female cultivator was actually a physical cultivator, You Fairy miscalculated for a while, so she suffered a dark loss, however, the situation will soon be reversed, after all, the competition for spiritual power, the short-haired female cultivator in the middle of Jindan can't fight You Fairy." Someone accosted him.

As soon as the man's voice fell, he looked in amazement at the purple light of the spear in the hand of the short-haired nun in his mouth, which suddenly became ten times larger.

Luo Yu didn't want to expose the secret of her rich spiritual power for the time being, so she poured her spirit into the spear, and the spear became bigger, like the pillar of the sky, with the momentum of heaven and earth, stirred up the wind and smashed it at the other party.

Bang-, the battle platform shook slightly, You Zimei was smashed to the table, and the flower basket was knocked into the sky.

Luo Yu took advantage of the victory to pursue, and with a sweep of the spear, You Zimei under the spear was swept off the battlefield, accompanied by her shouting "I'm going to kill you!" With a snap, he fell off the battlefield on his back, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and his face was not in place.

With a bang, the flower basket fell on the battle platform and fell apart. (To be continued......)