Xinghuan was very sure that he had never seen this senior sister of the Emei faction. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

So, why would the other party have murderous intent towards him?

He had no way of knowing.

Vaguely, he felt that there might be big trouble......

Just when Xinghuan was pondering, the two fighters in the ring also divided the winners and losers at the same time.

A middle-aged man who practiced the "Yin Yang Island Chaos Blade Method" finally won.

This exercise is the inheritance of the Absolute Soul Valley, although it is not as good as the Peerless Divine Skill, but it is also considered first-class.

When casting, one hand holds a knife and the other hand holds a sword, which is virtual and real, which is difficult to guard.

It's a pity that in the face of the many peerless heirs here, this person's sense of existence is too insignificant.

After breathing for half a pillar of incense, the middle-aged man finally recovered ninety percent of his state.

Seeing this, a young man who had been waiting for a long time jumped into the ring and said indifferently: "This ring is not for you."

The implication of the young man is that those who come here by competing for a hundred places like the middle-aged man are not qualified to enter the ring.

They just have to sit and watch.

The undisguised contempt of the youth is a fact for them.

Although the 100 people in the audience were angry and unwilling, they could only reluctantly admit it.

The middle-aged man was not discouraged, and laughed: "Always give it a try, to be able to fight with your proud sons of heaven is not in vain."

The young man nodded, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and he let out a soft groan, and said with a serious expression: "Quanzhen Sect, Brahma Moon Night."

The middle-aged man held a sword in his hand and said, "Heartless Valley, why is it nameless."

When the words fell, He Wuming took the first step.

He is not inferior to these big sect disciples in martial arts, so he must seize the opportunity.

Fan Yue was not slow until the sword was approaching, and the long sword in his hand was slowly swung out.

In the blink of an eye, the two were fighting together.

It seems that it was intentional, and Brahma Yueye did not use all his strength.

In this regard, He Wuming didn't care.

He also wanted to know how far he was from these heavenly pride.

Sometimes, the experience is far more tangible and clearer than what you can watch from the sidelines.

Under the ring, Xinghuan just glanced at the two people in the ring, and then ignored it.

Because his gaze was attracted by the pavilion, another person other than Miao Yun.

It was an old beggar dressed in tatters.

Although the clothes are torn, they are clean, and although the face is full of wrinkles, the eyes are very sharp.

At this time, the old beggar was sitting on the roof without any image, leisurely watching the competition, and drinking wine.

Xinghuan sighed and said, "Who is that?"

He Shan glanced up and said, "I haven't seen it, but it must be someone from the Beggar Gang, and it is likely that they are coming to you."

After speaking, he lowered his head again and continued to observe the time in his hand with interest.

It's just a pity that he didn't see anything after watching it for so long, and he tried all the methods for a long time, but he couldn't urge it at all.

Looking at the appearance of this knife before, it is obvious that Xinghuan can urge this knife.

And it's very relaxed, I really don't know how the other party did it......

After thinking about it, he returned the time to Xinghuan, he couldn't help it, and asked curiously: "How did you do it?"

Xinghuan withdrew his gaze from the old beggar's body, took the time and peeled the pear, and said, "It's very simple, with heart."

He Shan was speechless.

Xinghuan's head hurts.

Beggars...... Wonderful rhyme......

It seems that he has more and more troubles on him.

The fight in the ring continued, and Xinghuan's eyes kept wandering away from the entire square, completely uninterested in the fight.

He suddenly couldn't figure out why he came to Emei.

Is it because of boredom? Or is it because of boredom?

It seems that his original intention was just to increase his knowledge......

Now that the knowledge has risen, the trouble has also risen, and it is really helpless.

Suddenly, Xinghuan's eyes paused, and he saw the figures of Zhao Tianyu and Yuan Ci.

At the same time, Zhao Tianyu also saw him.

But for some reason, Zhao Tianyu shook his head slightly at him and then looked away.

Although Xinghuan was puzzled, he didn't bother to think about it.

Simply, he was also happy and comfortable, waiting for Zhao Tianyu to come to him.

The battle in the ring was finally decided.

He Wuming was sweating profusely, panting and arching his hand, and retreated from the ring.

He fought this battle very happily, and at the same time, he also recognized his own strength and clearly realized the gap between the two.

It's just a fight, so he loses, and if it's a life-and-death duel, it's not necessarily.

Everyone has their hole cards, and sometimes, it's really easy to kill someone.

Each winner has a half-pillar of incense to recover.

It is clear that the night of Brahma does not need to be that long.

He breathed for a moment, then stood with his sword in hand again, waiting for the next challenger.

Under the ring, a man wearing a monk's robe and a trumpet monk hat from the Western Regions suddenly got up and stepped into the ring step by step.

After standing still, the person said in a deep voice: "Western Regions Tantra, Dongbatuo."

Fan Yueye stretched out her hand and said, "Please."

Under the ring, He Shan's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile: "Interesting, I finally came up with a similar one."

Xinghuan handed the peeled pear to He Shan casually, and said, "Very powerful?"

He Shan took the pear and took a bite unceremoniously, and said, "The dragon elephant is like a skill, you say that it is not powerful."

Xinghuan said calmly: "That's quite powerful."

The dragon elephant is like a skill, and each layer can obtain the power of a dragon and an elephant, with a total of thirteen layers.

The full realm can reach the power of thirteen dragons and thirteen elephants, and the power is like a thousand pounds, and it is easy to open mountains and crack stones.

It's just a pity that this martial art is very difficult to practice, and after the tenth layer, it is even more difficult to climb to the sky.

The battle in the ring was fierce.

Xinghuan was curious about the result.

I don't know if this dragon elephant is powerful, or if the innate skills of the Quanzhen Sect are even more powerful.

In the ring, I saw Dongba Tuo's gestures opening and closing, and the offensive was endless, like a bamboo.

One force will drop ten, but that's it.

However, the innate skills of Fanyue Ye are also not bad, and they can be inseparable from the Dongba Tuo War.

This fight lasted a little long, and in the end, the two also did not distinguish the winner and the battle was tied.

This has to be regretted.

In fact, most of the peerless heirs are comparable in strength, and if you fight in a single round, it is really difficult to tell the winner from the loser.

Only when it comes to life and death duels can you really see who is stronger......

After pouring a glass of wine, Xinghuan suddenly said: "According to this situation, no one is weaker than the other, so how will Miaoyun choose at that time?"

He Shan smiled and said, "Don't worry, there will always be someone who will decide the winner, it's only the first day, it's still early."

After a pause, he glanced at Xinghuan meaningfully and said, "If you come to the stage, then there will be basically no suspense."

For He Shan's agitation, he laughed and said nothing.

He will never go up, and this time he is undoubtedly giving Miao Yun a chance to get close to him.

At this time, you can hide.

In fact, he was already hesitant to put on the mask of the pit man.

Red Face: Mask

Grade: Treasure

Effect: It can be easily disguised as a woman's face, and it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

There is no doubt that the effect of this mask is absolutely true, and he has experienced it first-hand......

However, there is another problem with this, and that is the words.

It was troublesome to have this woman by his side all the time.

Perhaps, he can leave Mount Emei.

With the nine turns of the cloud dragon, it shouldn't be difficult to break out.

Just when Xinghuan was thinking about whether to leave or stay, there was a faint commotion around him.

At the same time, there was a sharp, loud hawk chirp and a proud shout in his ears.

"Xinghuan, dare to come out and fight!"