The landing place was still the "Forest of Lost Wind", and this time Chu Yiyun was teleported into a forest.

The reason why the "Aolai Sect" chose the final competition venue in the "Lost Wind Forest" is also because it takes into account that the battle environment has different interests and disadvantages for monks with different attributes.

Chu Yiyun is a very "lazy" person, so he doesn't plan to find someone to kill, he plans to stay where he is to practice meditation and alchemy. At the same time, he also laid out a fourteenth-level formation around him. It can't stop people from stepping in, but it can prevent people from going out.

In fact, this last game is very tactical, and naturally it is also about luck.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind, which is the king.

In previous years, there was no shortage of people who hid from beginning to end, and finally got the second or third. Because the second and third will also be rewarded, but it will be halved on the basis of the previous one.

However, such good luck is very rare after all.

There is nothing wrong with Chu Yiyun's side for the time being, but Zhao Xingyun's side is different-

Zhao Xingyun thought to himself that he didn't know what bad luck had fallen, or he had used up all his luck when he gambled on stones before.

As soon as he was rumored to be in the "Lost Winds Forest", he met someone. Although the strength of these disciples is top-notch among the younger generation, it is really not enough for him.

But this meeting was enough for him.

The breeze blows around, and the flowers and plants sway gently.

"Who is it?" Zhao Xingyun felt the feeling of palpitations here for the first time, and he had a sense of crisis for the first time.

The man hid in the shadows and watched him.

The man's eyes were very gloomy, and Zhao Xingyun could clearly feel that there was a pair of eyes buried in the abyss staring at him tightly.

The man still didn't come out.

A gentle breeze swept through his ears, blowing a strand of long hair on his sideburns.

Zhao Xingyun's heart became more and more turbulent, and his eyes and expressions became more and more solemn.

He looked around again, and saw that there was no one around, but the fierceness gradually surrounded him.

Zhao Xingyun no longer thought about it, and directly let go of the momentum of the star body.

"Star body? Interesting~" The voice is indistinguishable, with a special bewitching magic.

Zhao Xingyun shook his head, he was almost bewitched.

"What kind of hero is hiding and hiding! Have the ability to fight head-on. Zhao Xingyun's eyebrows frowned, he couldn't even hear where this person's voice came from.

"Hehehehe~" The man's laughter sounded even sharper and more difficult, neither male nor female.

Zhao Xingyun thought that this person would continue to deal with him, who would have thought that suddenly his neck was cold, and a trace of blood flowed out of his neck.

Zhao Xingyun's heart trembled, he put his trembling hand on his neck, and a touch of bright red stung his eyes.

He didn't even see how the man had done it, and his life seemed to be in danger.

"Hahaha, garbage." The man laughed, laughing presumptuously and mockingly.

Suddenly, a young woman dressed in a purple exotic costume and wearing a veil appeared in front of Zhao Xingyun.

Zhao Xingyun hadn't even reacted yet. He looked at the woman in front of him with a shocked expression. Because he couldn't see how people came to him. The doubts gradually sublimated into a faint fear.

Suddenly, Zhao Xingyun felt a gust of wind looming in front of him. With intuition, Zhao Xingyun immediately jumped into the air, and he looked down to see that it was two transparent lines.

The man laughed and said, "Yo, long memory?" ”

The woman said that the attack was coming, and this time Zhao Xingyun saw it clearly, five silk threads flew out of the rings on each of her two hands, surrounding Zhao Xingyun. There was a life swimming in the air, as if trying to tie him up. But Zhao Xingyun knew that if he was tied up by this thread, he would have to fall apart-

"I've seen you! You're a participant in that practice contest! Zhao Xingyun had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and suddenly remembered.

"Oh? The boy has good eyesight. The woman said, her tone revealing a fierceness.

The threads danced more quickly.

Zhao Xingyun looked at the silk threads that shimmered with cold light, and his eyebrows were full of coldness.

He and Chu Yiyun have a trick that he learned well - that is, teleportation, this trick is very powerful.

He immediately teleported behind the woman, and slapped the woman's back with ten percent of his palm.

Who knew that the woman didn't hide and took this palm stiffly, but her body was still as stable as Mount Tai.

Zhao Xingyun looked at his palm in surprise, wondering. What kind of cultivation is this woman, she took the palm he did with all her strength and didn't hurt half a point.

"Who the hell are you?!" Her weapon could damage his invincible holy body, and her flesh could take his full palm. This woman is definitely not a person in the "Aolai Sect", and she is definitely not an idle person.

The strength should be above him, and moreover, it should be directed against him, or should it be them.

"You have good talent and a strong physique, but it's a pity that there is too much disparity in our strength."

A moment later, Zhao Xingyun was knocked to the ground.

The corners of Zhao Xingyun's mouth were bloody, and his expression was sluggish. His hand trembled and he tried to take the teleportation charm out of his bosom, and the woman stepped on his hand when she saw this. The woman squatted down and wrapped silk threads around Zhao Xingyun's neck.

"If you want to say goodbye, blame your boss." The woman exhaled like an orchid, but in Zhao Xingyun's ears, it sounded like a demon's whisper.

Suddenly, things took a turn for the better.

I don't know what happened, the woman fell, and then Zhao Xingyun heard a familiar voice in his ears. His consciousness was blurred, and he had no idea what had just happened.

"Are you alright?" Feng Wuer's small runway next to Zhao Xingyun looked at him condescendingly. Zhao Xingyun narrowed his eyes and looked up at him, only to see a vague outline of Feng Wuer.

"Why are you here, she's- dead?"

"Of course not, it's just that I took advantage of her inattention and knocked her unconscious. Hurry up and quit the game now. ”

This sentence is full of mistakes and omissions, but Zhao Xingyun has no time to study the topic in this sentence. He was so badly injured that he had to leave the arena first. Zhao Xingyun nodded, took out the teleportation talisman and burned it with fire, then turned into a point of light and disappeared in place.

"Get up, let's go and meet the 'Holy Lord of Chu'."

"Yes, young master."

And Chu Yiyun's side is completely different from Zhao Xingyun's side, his side is leisurely tight, and he hasn't met anyone to disturb his Qing cultivation for two days.

As soon as he thought so, the troublemakers came—

"Yo, isn't this the stinky boy who confronted my grandfather?" The person who spoke looked like a ruffian. This person's name is Gong Li, and he is the strongest in Weng Yunhe's generation, but his character is much worse, and he can be regarded as notorious.

However, Chu Yiyun didn't intend to pay attention to this person.

He was refining his weapons at a critical moment, and he didn't want to be disturbed by such idle people. And his formation was enough for the man to drink a pot.

(End of chapter)