"It's okay, it's okay, I finally arrived on time. Mo Fei straightened his back in the gaze of everyone and exhaled a turbid breath.

And Ye Lingyu also reached out and straightened out his collar, which was a little messy by the wind.

It took the two of them half an hour to rush from Murphy's mansion to the shore of the Marriage Lake. Seeing the mountains over the mountains, seeing the river across the river, the rugged jungle, shining through the road, there are people and ghosts along the way, how can it be described by two words. Until now, Mo Fei's heart is still a little up and down, and his steps are still a little floating.

The appearance of the two can be said to have stirred up a thousand waves with one stone, and immediately caused a burst of shouting and scolding around them.

But Mo Fei didn't care, he smuggled through the crowd in front of him, and squeezed to the edge of the ring with Ye Lingyu.

The dignified young master, how can the people who will be in the ring in the ring later be buried behind the crowd.

The people around him dare to be angry but dare not speak. Some people recognized Mo Fei's identity and were afraid of his identity, while others were afraid of Ye Lingyu's strength.

The seventh layer of the Yellow Order, this cultivation is already considered a leader among the people present.

Mo Fei came to the ring with a smile, shook his head in an extremely coquettish posture, and swept towards the ring with disdain in his eyes. After seeing the figure on the stage clearly, his face changed greatly, and he shrank his neck back frantically.

She ...... She, how could it be her?" Mo Fei's face was almost frightened.

Ye Lingyu's expression also changed.

The same outfit, the same figure, the same temperament. It's absolutely impossible to admit mistakes, isn't this the woman who has had a two-sided relationship with them?

Diagonally opposite the crowd, An Junfeng also looked this way.

"Who are these two?" he asked the man next to him.

"That reckless guy is the young lord of Aoxue City. As for the guy next to him, maybe it's his bodyguard or something. The entourage next to him reported to An Junfeng.

An Junfeng frowned slightly, the young city lord of Aoxue City, that is just a gentleman, this kind of person An Junfeng is not in his eyes, but the person next to him has attracted An Junfeng's attention.

I don't know why, An Junfeng has never seen this face before, but this person makes An Junfeng feel familiar.

Of course, An Junfeng would feel that he had never seen this face, because on the way here, Ye Lingyu put on a hundred faces for himself and turned into a passerby.

Knowing that he would meet An Junfeng, of course he couldn't come to the venue with his true face.

And at this moment, in the ring, Meng Xue's face was better than Mo Fei's and she couldn't see anywhere.

From the first time she saw it, she recognized the guy. However, she swept away at a glance and only saw Mo Fei, but did not see Ye Lingyu's figure.

Meng Xue's feeling for Mo Fei is disgust, and for Ye Lingyu, she has an indescribable feeling.

Since the battle at the inn that night, the black flame has been haunting Mengxue like a nightmare. In the past few days, as long as I close my eyes, my mind is full of that terrifying aura, and that hideous face that seems to be fighting for life and death.

Of course, Meng Xue also suspected that the person next to Mo Fei was Ye Lingyu with a hundred faces, but after a little observation, she immediately denied this idea. Because in her memory, Ye Lingyu was only at the level of the third layer of the Yellow Order, and the person next to Mo Fei was the seventh layer of the Yellow Order. No matter how hard a person works or how talented he is, it is impossible for him to improve his strength by four levels in a row in just ten days.

Didn't he come? As soon as he thought of this, Meng Xue's expression became a little gloomy. Vaguely, she felt a faint sense of guilt.

At that time, because of his momentary anger, he forced Ye Lingyu to use that forbidden move. Others may not know, but Meng Xue knows best, to use that kind of move, you need to take a great risk, and the body of a third-layer martial artist of the Yellow Order cannot bear it at all. He didn't come today, maybe he was already ......

Meng Xue quickly shook her head and dispelled the thoughts in her heart. What does the life and death of that kind of person have to do with himself? He is just a thief who has stolen his own Qiankun ring.

Thinking about it like this, I suddenly felt better.

"Snow girl, quickly announce the rules of the competition" When Meng Xue was stunned, someone in the audience had already started to shout.

Meng Xue withdrew her gaze from Mo Fei's direction, faced the audience again, and said: "Good man, you should be both a martial artist, but this competition, you only need to conduct a martial arts competition, compete for strength with martial arts, and you can't kill for no reason." Win or lose by strength, and the winner is king. ”

Hearing the rules, the audience suddenly boiled.

"Haha, it's just a martial arts competition to recruit relatives! Sure enough, compared to a belly of ink, the Snow Girl prefers the physically strong!" someone in the audience suddenly shouted.

There was a burst of laughter from the audience.

Mengxue's face was slightly cold, but it was blocked by a light veil and could not be seen by outsiders.

This kind of thing is not her original intention. All of this is done to help the master find the person with the body poison. The person with the poison body must have pure fire attribute spiritual power, which has nothing to do with Wen Cai at all.

Although Meng Xue was not angry in her heart, she didn't show it too much, just paused and continued: "In addition, there is another request. ”

"Requirements, is it necessary to be handsome?" someone in the audience coaxed.

"That's not nonsense, if it's ugly, how can a girl look good?"

"Do you think I'm a butcher, even though I'm a butcher, I'm a little rougher. ”

"You know you're rough, look at your bear-like look. ”

The audience suddenly became noisy.

Anyway, most people come here to make a scene, one person coaxes thousands of people to carry it, and the crowd seems to have exploded.

"Everyone, please be quiet. A calm voice said.

The voice was not loud, but it was wrapped in spiritual power. One person's voice actually suppressed the noise of the entire venue.

It was An Junfeng who spoke.

The crown prince of the Heavenly Saint Empire opened his mouth, and naturally no one dared to answer again. Even if you don't look at his identity, you have to take into account the strength of the ninth layer of the Yellow Order.

An Junfeng looked at the stage with a smile, and shook the folding fan gently: "I have long heard of the beautiful name of the Snow Girl, and when I saw it today, it was really an eye-opener." It's just that this move is very important, is the girl coming alone?"

Meng Xue folded her hands in front of her and looked sideways slightly: "It's inconvenient for the family teacher to show up, so I'm here alone, so what's the difference between this person and many people?"

"Hehe, that's fine, it's just that I didn't have the opportunity to see Lingzun Lingtang, and I deeply regret it. I don't want to talk about this, Miss Snow Girl, you said that there is a request, and whatever it is, before making a request, can you let us have a glimpse of the girl's face? ”

"yes, yes. Someone in the audience began to echo: "You don't even let us see your face, what kind of marriage is this." ”

There was another commotion in the audience.

Mengxue's light veil hung down slightly, still unmoved: "When someone wins, I will meet him." ”

The coldness in the voice represents an attitude that cannot be denied.

When An Junfeng heard this, the smile on his face remained unchanged: "That's okay, the girl has a proud temperament, and her appearance is naturally beautiful." But this snow girl, I'm afraid it's not the girl's real name, I wonder if An is lucky enough to know the girl's name?"

Meng Xue just glanced at him lightly: "What's the matter with the name, if anyone wins, I will naturally tell him." ”

The corners of An Junfeng's eyes twitched slightly, but the guards beside him couldn't bear it at first: "That woman, don't be ignorant, this is today's prince." You don't want to show your face, and you don't want to reveal your name, what is An's intention?"

Meng Xue didn't look at him, turned her head away, and shut up and didn't answer.

"You ......"

An Junfeng took out a folding fan, crossed it in front of the guard, and motioned for him to step back.

"Well, everything is as the girl wants. I just don't know what the girl wants to ask for?"

Meng Xue took a step forward: "This requirement is that the people involved must have the spiritual power of the fire attribute. ”

The audience, which had just calmed down for a short time, suddenly became noisy again, but this time it was more of a scolding sound.

Fire attribute, which is one of the most common attributes in spiritual power. Although it is common, it does not mean that everyone is, and those martial artists with other attributes of spiritual power under the ring are disqualified before they participate.

"Hey, old Ye, aren't you just a fire attribute?" Mo Fei stabbed Ye Lingyu with his elbow.

"Fire indeed. Ye Lingyu bowed slightly. Although it is a black flame, it is also a type of fire attribute.

"What about you?" Ye Lingyu asked.

"I'm a hybrid of fire attribute and metallic attribute, so I guess it's a bit of a relationship with fire. Murphy said triumphantly, raising an eyebrow at the sad-faced fellows behind him.

On the Cangling Continent, most of the attributes of the spiritual power in the martial artist's body are mixed attributes. Some have two, some have three, or even more. A single attribute is rare.

A single attribute represents purity, and the purer the spiritual power, the greater the power it contains.

While everyone was noisy and uneasy, An Junfeng cast a look at the entourage behind him, and the entourage quietly stuffed a crimson bead into An Junfeng's hand.

Meng Xue saw that the hearts of the people below had already made a decision, so she spoke: "The competition starts now, and those who are interested are invited to come to the stage." ”

The people in the audience, you look at me, I look at you, no one wants to come to this front.

But this wait was only short-lived, only a moment later, a burly man jumped into the ring first: "I'll come." ”

After he jumped into the ring, a thin-looking man jumped up on the other side of the ring.

Both of them have the cultivation of the third layer of the Yellow Order, and as soon as they met, they unleashed their fists and kicks.

Spiritual power and martial arts clashed with each other, and in the blink of an eye, they fell into dire straits.

Under the ring, in the crowd of spectators, someone gently pulled Murphy's collar. Mo Fei turned his head and found Mo Xiaoyu standing behind him with his entourage.

"Little girl, why are you here?" Mo Fei bent down slightly and pinched her face fiercely.

"Why can't I come, who stipulates that only men can come?" Mo Xiaoyu's face was puffed up, and there was some redness, which was pinched out by Mo Fei.

"Daddy and Daddy. Mo Fei looked around, "Didn't come?"

"They said that they were afraid of losing face, so they asked me, who was my sister, to check it. Mo Xiaoyu looked at Mo Fei with a smile, "Brother, don't lose too fast when you come to power." ”

Mo Fei grinned widely, and reached out and pinched her little face hard.

"By the way, brother, who is he?" Mo Xiaoyu looked at Ye Lingyu next to him.

"Haven't you always been quirky? ”

"I haven't seen him, I don't know. Mo Xiaoyu's gaze kept looking at Ye Lingyu.

Ye Lingyu couldn't help but laugh beside him, seeing that the little girl had been frowning, he really couldn't bear it, so he snapped his fingers lightly, and a black flame jumped out from his fingertips.

"Brother Ye!" This time it was the little girl's turn to be shocked, "How did you become like this?"

"I just used a spiritual weapon that can change my appearance. Ye Lingyu waved his hand lightly, and the flames on his fingertips suddenly dissipated without a trace.

"But your strength ......"

Ye Lingyu gently patted the top of the little girl's head, and Mo Fei next to him also had a big smile.

"It's called potential. Believe your brother's vision, Lao Tzu has never missed people. ”

Mo Fei happily patted his chest, the little girl had not yet recovered from the shock.

However, at this moment, a black shadow suddenly collided towards Mo Xiaoyu.

The little girl has never cultivated, and if she is bumped into, she will inevitably be injured.

Before Mo Fei could react, Ye Lingyu suddenly took a step to the side, blocked his body in front of Mo Xiaoyu, reached out and grabbed the black shadow in his hand.

When I looked down, it was a person. However, this person is now bleeding from both eyes and ears, and his face is covered with blood, and he looks extremely terrifying.

The man had apparently been knocked down from the stage.

Ye Lingyu looked at the stage, and saw a man in yellow standing on the stage, looking at them from a distance with a provocation.

It seems that this is being targeted, this provocation is really blatant enough, Ye Lingyu's eyes gradually became sharper.

"His name is Iron as the Wind. The little girl finally came back to her senses and pointed to the stage and said.