Early in the morning.

The sky was still hazy, and in the silent room, on a bed where no one was sleeping, there was a faint fluctuation of energy under the slightly bulging bedding.

This energy fluctuation was extremely small, as if it was deliberately avoiding attracting the attention of the two people who were sleeping in the room, and after a vague and brief energy fluctuation, the futon began to tremble slowly.

More precisely, it should be a slow creep. It was as if after that fluctuation of energy, something suddenly gave birth to an extremely slow-moving creature in the bedding.

After a while, the contents of the futon became larger and larger, and the futon was lifted higher and higher, and finally, one edge of the futon slowly slipped off.

As the futon slid down, what appeared on the clean and tidy bed was a little terrifying.

It was a python.

The sky outside was still dark, and the faint light outside the window shone on the bed that had been filled with giant pythons, the dark and brown spots of the giant python were slightly reflected under the blurred light, the smooth skin gently rubbed against the futon that was pressed under it, and the sharp tail hung down on the ground, like a brush stained with ink.

"Goo"

The python began to slide gently down the bed, and when there was a neat place on the bed, its snake head lay low on the bed, its mouth wide open.

In the blood-red mouth, a pair of feet slowly appeared.

As the giant python's huge belly slowly squirmed, a complete body was gently spit out by it.

Han Rinbai, who spit out from the snake's belly, was not sticky. On the contrary, the clothes are dry and neat.

As Han Rinbai lay on the bed completely, the giant python reluctantly stretched out the blood-red snake letter and gently licked Han Rinbai's cheek.

Among the blue and white snake eyes, there is absolute obedience and obedience.

Han Rinbai gently patted the giant python's head, and the giant python dissipated.

The young man slowly adjusted the futon, and looked at the two people who were sleeping opposite, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Not far away, Liuyun's chest on the bed slowly fell together, as if he was sleeping.

......

In today's game, the first group on the field is Ling Jundong.

His opponent was a young cultivator. The extraordinary strength shown by this person in the preliminary round is obvious to all the martial artists on and off the stage. After advancing to the second link, the two sides will naturally be more cautious. The next second after the game began, Ling Jundong swiped his long arm, and the dragon air pestle was immediately summoned, and the tip of the thin pestle flashed with a black essence.

The loose cultivator was dressed in a dark red robe, his strong body propped up his clothes, and his exaggerated and tense muscles seemed to prove that this was an absolute strength type warrior.

Due to the extreme speed duel between Ling Jundong and Wang Weiduo before, many martial artists also had some deep impressions of Ling Jundong.

Knowing that the opponent was far superior to him in terms of speed, Na Sanxiu was not afraid, and his whole body was shocked directly after the game started.

The whole person seemed to have become stronger in an instant, and if you looked closely, you could vaguely see a tight rough skin like close-fitting armor around its body, thickly attached to the loose body.

For the opponent's super speed, the red-robed Sanxiu only smiled slightly. Then he stood still in place.

seems to disdain to do these speed hide-and-seek games with Ling Jundong, anyway, the final opponent's goal is only one, and that is himself.

Let Ling Jun appear around him like an east wind.

The thick arm was raised, and he held the dragon air pestle that struck in front of him in an instant with his bare hands.

"Boom!"

......

"Ahh

In the corner of a room in a small and exquisite building somewhere, the door of the room had just been opened from the inside, and the people in the room had not yet stood still. A cute-looking and plainly dressed girl bumped into him.

Han Rinyue was in a panic, her little face flushed and she apologized to the young man in front of her, and then inadvertently glanced at the door that had not yet had time to close.

In the simple and quaintly decorated room, there were a few warriors sitting, as if they were watching the fight in the ring at this time.

It was a young man who opened the door and came out, and he was still a little dissatisfied with the recklessness of the girl in front of him. Maybe the shy, cute and innocent panicked appearance of the girl in front of him made him lose his mind for a moment, the young man just frowned slightly and waved his hand, signaling the girl to leave as soon as possible. And didn't say anything.

......

The warriors who participated in the Duan meeting were arranged to rest in other venues, and Han Rinbai sat at the table, touching the teacup in his hand that felt cold to the touch, motionless, as if in a daze.

"How many of them are there?"

I don't know how long it took, Han Rinbai asked softly.

"There were three of them. ”

Han Rinyue's expression was also a little dignified, and her big eyes flashed with a hint of complicated emotions.

Han Rinbai picked up the teacup in his hand, the teacup containing the tea tilted, and the water fell to the ground thinly.

"It's the last day of the game. ”

Han Rinyue bowed slightly, but did not reply.

As soon as the screen turns, the perspective shifts back to the stage.

"Boom!"

There was a muffled sound.

Ling Jundong flew up diagonally, and smashed at the loose cultivator below him with a pestle.

The man crossed his arms and used his physical strength to resist the brutal coercion of the dragon pestle. He actually took this trick.

Immediately after that, the man's arms shook, and with the effect of inertia, Ling Jundong, who had not yet landed, followed closely in the air, and his body was shocked by this force in an instant, and he lost his balance. Ling Jundong immediately changed direction in the air, wanting to follow this force out of the attack range of the scattered cultivator.

But then the foot tightened.

Na Sanxiu saw the opportunity and grabbed one of Ling Jundong's ankles. With another force, he threw the young man in his hand like a discus throw against the thick wall at one of the edges of the ring behind him.

"Boom!"

Ling Jundong was slammed against the wall.

The young man's clothes were a little messy, his brows were slightly furrowed, but his face was still expressionless.

Behind him was a thick, strangely shaped wall that stretched from one edge of the ring to the roof of the entire palace of the arena. On top of the quadripartite ring, such four thick walls stand on the edges of the four corners of the ring as if they were a somewhat inconsistent design. The wall also extends a little towards the center of the ring, like an inverted staircase, from low to high, sloping towards the center.

Although it is only a small edge of the ring, the area is not large. But it was such a peculiar little design, but it made the surging loose cultivation suffer a small loss.

The two had been tangled for several rounds before. The game is coming to an end. However, the qualifiers are fundamentally different from the last preliminary round. It is possible to tie for the preliminary round, but there is no such way to win in the qualifying round.

On the contrary, the juxtaposition on the stage of the qualifier has only one meaning.

That is, failure.

In other words, neither of the two warriors stopped the game and made obvious concessions, that is, if there was no clear winner within the time limit of the game, both of them at the end of the game time would be disqualified from advancing to the final round.

Ling Jundong slowly got up in the next moment. It was as if he had been violently shocked into an internal injury, and his arm seemed to be dislocated, hanging weakly behind him.

Seeing that time was about to run out, the young man had no intention of ending the game, and then strode towards Ling Jundong under the wall with some irritation.

Wanted to follow the boy's weak time limit for further attacks.

Sanxiu was already a little anxious at this time, and he only wanted to solve the little ghost who was still struggling in the corner in front of him as soon as possible. But who expected, I didn't notice the strangely shaped decorative wall.

"Boom!"