"Is there anything I can do for you?" Luo Yupan sat in front of him.

Hou Yong slowly raised his head, looked at Luo Yu, and said softly: "I told you before, I have a younger sister, her name is Hou Jie, she lives in Qingyunfang City, when you return to the sect, can you help me take care of one or two?" ”

"Hmm." Luo Yu nodded, half loud, she couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to return to the sect?" ”

Looking past Luo Yu and falling into the distance, Hou Yong said slowly: "I'm going to find myself, and when I find it, I'll go back." ”

"Looking for yourself?" Luo Yu was stunned.

Luo Yu didn't know what the 'self' he was talking about, and Hou Yong didn't answer until many years later, when he was no longer aware of what he meant.

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Early the next morning, when Luo Yu came to this courtyard again, he found that Hou Yong had already left, and he left alone.

Looking at the ancient pine in the courtyard, Luo Yu sighed, in her heart, he was like the ancient pine, the ancient pine standing on the cliff, even if it withered for a while, it would be rejuvenated.

After only staying for a while, Luo Yu hurried to Zhuxian Peak, today is the day of the second round of the semi-finals, and it can't be too late.

A few days ago, in the battle of the green sword, there were countless casualties on the top of Zhuxian Peak, and two Yuanying monks alone died, and at the same time, there were nearly a thousand Zhuji and Jindan monks, including more than a dozen contestants, these contestants are all elite disciples of various sects, and if one dies, it is as if a finger was cut off on the giant of the sect, and the loss is not heavy, not to mention the two dead Yuanying monks. The sect where it is located has exploded and is boiling.

There are countless middle and low-level monks who have been injured because of the chaos, and most of the monks who have the opportunity to stay at the top of the peak are favored disciples of various sects. No one knows except the person concerned.

After a while, it dragged on for two days. I didn't continue the competition until the day before yesterday. Thirty-nine winners were decided yesterday, and there were supposed to be fifty winners, but the tragedy lost eleven winners, and the entire race was shortened.

Luo Yu took a jade stick from the Ding furnace. Take a look. I couldn't help but be stunned.

One. It's actually number one!

There was a sound from the cloud rostrum for the No. 1 contestant to compete on stage, and Luo Yu had no choice but to jump onto the ancient platform.

The male cultivator opposite, dressed in a black robe. With a long face and vertical eyes, black hair and unruly, this is someone she has never seen before.

"Huang Luoyu, Tianxuanzong." Luo Yu looked at the other party and specially reported his name.

"Long Si!" With a squint of his eyes, the person on the other side said as he rushed towards Luo Yu and waved an ink light.

Dragon surname? Where did the dragons come from in this world? It should be the dragon clan of the demon beast world.

While thinking about it, Luo Yu sacrificed the Zixuan Divine Spear, and as soon as she stopped the ink light, she saw Long Si grabbing her face door with one claw.

That's fast! On the side of Luo Yu's figure, the sharp dragon claws brushed her face, making a breaking sound, and at the same time, she swung her spear and smashed into Long Si's head.

Boom! Long Si raised his hand to block the barrel of the gun, and the aura was violent, and the sleeve robe shattered piece by piece, revealing an arm full of inky scales, or the dragon arm was more appropriate.

"Huh-" Suddenly withdrew his arm, Long Si's body shook, appeared three feet away, suddenly raised his head and roared, his robe was broken by the swollen body, fragments flew in all directions, and a dragon appeared in place.

The ink-colored dragon has no horns and long beards, a hideous head, vertical eyes and red pupils, a body ten feet long, four claws and scales, and a terrifying momentum.

"Ah, it's really a dragon!" A little girl in the audience exclaimed.

"I don't know, the four claws have no horns!" The half-grown boy on the side tilted his head and said arrogantly, "It's just a snake and a dragon?????? Ah??????h

A water dragon descended from the sky, and it was so majestic that the half-sized man screamed loudly, and at the same time screamed at the same time as the onlookers nearby, who were the fish in the pond that had been affected.

"Help-" The crowd suddenly rioted and fled in all directions, and the Jindan monks could barely escape, but the Zhuji and Qi cultivation monks were struggling under the pressure of the water dragon, let alone escaping.

On the cloud rostrum, the faces of all the referees changed, once the water dragon was smashed down, those low-level monks would have to be killed or injured, and those low-level monks were either their own juniors or outstanding disciples of the sect, which was not a loss!

However, the dragon Si suddenly turned his head and spewed out a water dragon, the speed was so fast, they couldn't stop it, and they couldn't be saved if they didn't have time, I hope those juniors have life-saving hole cards on them, and it only needs to hold on for an instant.

Whoosh, several figures swooped down.

You say, why don't you lose the magic weapon, his uncle, where can the speed of the magic weapon catch up with the speed of their flight?

The huge head of the water dragon was only half a foot away from the crowd, and the Yuanying Monk was still hundreds of feet away from them, and they were so frightened that they couldn't scream.

At this time, the Buddha's light suddenly lit up, dazzling, and a huge bowl appeared above the crowd.

Suddenly, the dragon head entered the bowl, and the dragon body fell into the bowl, trapped by it, and the water dragon roared and rolled in the bowl, trying to break free.

A hand suddenly appeared, the knuckles were distinct, slender as jade, that hand suddenly held the bowl, the Buddha's light was violent, the water dragon turned into water, calm and waveless, the bowl instantly became smaller, and a bald head was exposed on the side.

Bright and shiny bald head.

"Xuankong, that's Xuankong!" A white fox suddenly came out of its sleeve and shouted excitedly.

At this moment, Luo Yu was stunned, she had already set up a posture and was ready to fight with Long Si, after Long Si transformed, she really made a big move, but it was not for her, but for the audience.

What's going on?

Before she could figure it out, the bowl appeared, saved a group of spectators, and then showed a bald head, Hu Meier was excited and yelled at her.

"Amitabha!" Xuankong held the bowl in one hand and saluted the Buddha in the other, and the Buddha's light emanated from the top of his head, compassionate and holy.

"You are the Xuankong of the Thunder Yin Temple?" Long Si looked down at the good-skinned monk with red eyes, and his tone was very impulsive.

At this time, the Yuanying monks finally arrived, and a group of saved young monks reacted from their fright at this time, and when they saw the backer coming, they cried out one after another.

"Ancestor!"

"Master, I almost died!"

"Uncle, I almost never see you again!" The arrogant half-sized boy hugged the thigh of a middle-aged monk and cried.

The middle-aged monk was already very angry, and when he saw his junior crying pitifully, he couldn't suppress his anger, and scolded Long Si sharply: "Long Si, you wantonly attack innocent audiences, lawlessness, this seat will cancel your qualification for the competition!" ”

Hearing this, Luo Yu was stunned, is she going to win without a fight? (To be continued......)