"It's not good for this kid!"

Seeing this scene, Han Qingfeng groaned.

"Hmph, it's so hateful that so many people bullied him alone."

With her hands on her hips, her delicate face was extremely cute, and the girl said angrily: "Today is the Qinglong Competition, not the Deception Competition, I want to ring the Qinglong Bell!" ”

"Ring the Green Dragon Bell?"

Han Qingfeng is full of black lines, once the Qinglong Bell rings, it means that the Qinglong Dabi is about to start, but it doesn't seem to be time yet!

Glancing at the sky, Han Qingfeng was puzzled: "Second Miss, there is still an hour before Qinglong Dabi." ”

"Hmph, what an hour or two hours, how much time is not your old saying."

"Do you knock or not? If you don't knock, Miss Ben will have to knock it herself. ”

After saying that, Su Jiao turned her head and was about to ring the Qinglong Bell.

Seeing this, Han Qingfeng hurriedly stopped her.

"Okay, okay, the old man is afraid of you, the old man will knock."

After a bitter smile, Han Qingfeng had to ring the Qinglong Bell in person.

Above the top of the mountain.

"Boy, if you can kill your opponent in seconds by crossing two levels, I have to admit that you are the most powerful genius I have ever seen."

"But, today, you still have to die."

The young man in white stood upright, holding a folding fan, extremely proud.

"It's Bai Ming from Qingyun Valley, I heard that he seems to have the cultivation of the eightfold peak of the Spirit Martial Realm."

"The eightfold peak of the Spirit Martial Realm? Hey, it looks like this son is going to die this time. ”

"Yes, you can go one level and two levels, but it is absolutely impossible to go three levels!"

Looking at the white-clothed young man who walked out, everyone shook their heads secretly, as soon as this person made a move, there was no suspense that Chu Shaoyang would die.

Qingyun Valley is the strongest sect among the surrounding sects, and the strength of its disciples is even stronger.

"Boy, see if you're not dead this time!"

Looking at the white-clothed young man who walked out, Heavenly Sword Pavilion Great Elder Yan Hong smiled excitedly.

If Chu Shaoyang's cultivation hadn't declined, maybe he wouldn't have had so much confidence that this person would be able to kill Chu Shaoyang.

But now Chu Shaoyang's cultivation has not only dropped by one weight, but also seems to be seriously injured, in such a situation, how can he not be defeated?

"Is the eightfold peak of the Spirit Martial Realm? It seems to be a battle of life and death! ”

Looking at the white-clothed young man who walked out, Chu Shaoyang's eyes showed a solemn look for the first time.

If his cultivation does not drop one weight, then he has no fear of this person.

But now, he had to exert all his strength in order to barely fight the other party!

His footsteps slowly raised, and Chu Shaoyang walked towards the white-clothed young man.

But at this moment, the clothes behind him were pulled.

Slowly turning his head, he saw Ye Mei looking at him with affection, and his beautiful eyes were full of tenderness.

"Be careful."

"Hmm."

Looking at Ye Mei's concerned gaze, Chu Shaoyang's heart warmed, and after smiling slightly, he turned around and walked towards the middle of the field.

"Lingwu Realm Eightfold Peak, you are worthy of my full strength!"

Looking at the white-clothed young man standing in the field, Chu Shaoyang's body was surging with fighting intent, and the crimson thunder and lightning on the steel sword flickered non-stop.

"I, Bai Ming, have never made a serious move since I cultivated martial arts, and you will be the first."

"Also the last one!"

Standing with a folding fan in his hand, the battle intent on Bai Ming's body exploded instantly.

The opponent can kill the opponent in seconds by leaping two levels, which shows that the combat power cannot be underestimated, especially the thunder martial arts used by the opponent before, which made him extremely afraid.

"Boom!"

However, just as the two were preparing for a big battle, a bell suddenly rang and spread throughout the mountaintop.

"Huh! Has the Blue Dragon Big Match started? ”

"No, it doesn't seem like the time has come yet?"

Hearing the bell, people looked towards the top of the Qinglong Mountain Range, only to see that at the top of the Qinglong Mountain Range, an old man in a green shirt was standing with his hands in his hands.

"Now the old man announces that the Qinglong competition has officially begun, and all the participants please go to the entrance and exit immediately!"

Before they could react, an old voice sounded again.

"Could it be that this year's Qinglong is ahead of schedule?"

"I don't know, since he asked him to assemble, let's gather!"

No one will object to the words of the host of Qinglong Dabi.

At that moment, tens of thousands of disciples began to rush towards the top.

"Boy, you're in luck."

Seeing everyone rushing towards the top, Bai Ming looked at Chu Shaoyang and said, "But you'd better not compete with me for the Qinglong Pool, otherwise you still won't be able to escape the fate of death!" ”

With that, Bai Ming turned around and also rushed towards the top.

"Really? It is not certain who will die at that time! ”

Looking at this person's back, a murderous intent flashed in Chu Shaoyang's eyes, and he immediately picked up Ye Mei again and rushed towards the top.

At the top of the Qinglong Mountain Range, there is a giant dragon stone statue that is more than 100 zhang long.

At this time, above the tail of the giant dragon, Han Qingfeng was carrying his hands behind his back, scanning the tens of thousands of disciples below.

"Every year, the Qinglong Competition is presided over by the old man, and this year is no exception."

His gaze swept over the tens of thousands of martial artists, and Han Qingfeng's old voice resounded throughout the audience.

"There are no restrictions on the Qinglong Dabi, as long as your strength is strong enough, you can enter the Qinglong Pool and get a great opportunity."

"I think your elders told you this before you came."

"Here, the old man doesn't want to talk nonsense, he just tells you about the level you have to break into the Qinglong Pool."

Turning around, Han Qingfeng pointed at the giant dragon behind him and said loudly.

"Entering it, you will encounter three levels: the Flame Cave, the Fierce Beast Passage, and the Thunder Purgatory, and finally you can reach the Green Dragon Pool."

"In this, you not only have to cross the obstacles, but also prevent the people around you from attacking you, because the people who come to participate in the competition are all to enter the Qinglong Pool."

"The Qinglong Pool can only accommodate ten people to cultivate, and no one will let the other party take the lead."

The Blue Dragon Contest is held once a year, and each time it attracts tens of thousands of warriors, although the number of places is limited.

However, the temptation that can increase the speed of cultivation has always made countless martial artists flock to it.

"Alright, now Dabi is the beginning!"

As Han Qingfeng's words fell, a huge stone door at the tail of the giant dragon was opened with a rumbling sound.

"Kill!"

"Kill......"

Seeing this, everyone shouted that the sound of killing shook the sky, and they all rushed towards the stone gate!

However, although the stone gate is large, there are too many people to enter at all.

"Made, dare to stop me, die!"

"Grass, even the six layers of the Lingwu Realm dare to stop me, die!"

From the beginning, Qinglong Dabi was destined to be a killing, and in an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and corpses were everywhere.

Faced with this scene, Han Qingfeng, who was standing above, seemed to have long been accustomed to it, and his face was expressionless.

But at this moment, in the sea of people, a figure attracted his attention.

"Huh? This kid, do you want to break through with people behind your back? ”

As his gaze shifted, he saw that in the vast sea of people, a young man in black was carrying a beautiful girl in white on his back, and he was moving forward quickly.

Although he only had the fifth-fold cultivation of the Lingwu Realm, every time he swung a sword, seven or eight sixth-tier and seventh-level martial artists of the Lingwu Realm would fall in a pool of blood.