The vigorous competition for the two strongest battles during the day did not exhaust the energy of the customers of the Ten Thousand Realms Building. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the evening, the performances of Wanjielou are still crowded, rubbing shoulders and talking about the past and the present.

In the central square of Wanjie Mall, there is a stage ten zhang long and ten zhang wide, on which are all performances provided by various worlds.

There was a dense crowd of people sitting around the stage, one by one enjoying the performance on the stage with full attention, and their expressions were intoxicated.

At this time, in an ordinary guest room in the Wanjie Building.

Lu Xiaofeng kept rubbing his two neatly combed and beautiful beards, looking at the two people in the room for a while, and looking sideways at the outside of the room for a while, wanting to leave but not leaving, wanting to stay and wanting to leave, with a tangled expression.

"Ximen Blowing Snow, Ye Gucheng, you two really don't go to watch the performance outside, then there is Chang'e, Chang'e in the moon, don't you have a little interest?"

Lu Xiaofeng showed a sad and indignant look on his face, pointed to Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng, and said loudly.

Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng, the two of them are solid stubborn stones, rotten wood, without the slightest interest.

"I've said this thirty-two times."

Ximen Fuxue was dressed in white, white clothes were better than snow, his face was cold, and his voice was faint.

His eyes did not look at Lu Xiaofeng, who was hovering back and forth in front of him, but kept looking at a sword in his hand, a pitch-black sword, pitch-black, narrow, and ancient.

His mind seemed to be immersed in this pitch-black sword, and there was nothing else outside.

"Chang'e, you haven't seen it again, and you've seen more than one."

Ye Gucheng was dressed in black and white-haired, his eyes were like a blade, cold and cold, and he gently stroked the sword in his hand, as if this sword was his love.

He is like a white cloud in the sky, leisurely wandering in the mountains and hills, flawless, unbound.

"Tomorrow's game, although it is very important, but you also need to rest and relax."

Lu Xiaofeng showed a smile on his face, and finally said his purpose.

Since the Wanjielou announced that the strongest battle would be held, Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng sat in this guest room, and they sat for a day, and they didn't even go to watch the two strongest battles outside.

"I inquired clearly before, those immortal powers are also mixed into the first two games, and tomorrow's game, I'm afraid there will be a lot of gods and demons."

Lu Xiaofeng's eyes showed a look of helplessness, he was not sure about tomorrow's game at all, and he could even say that failure was doomed.

"Whether it is a god or a demon, tomorrow's realm is the same realm."

Ximen Fuxue finally shifted his gaze from the dark sword in his arms to his friend, Lu Xiaofeng, he knew that Lu Xiaofeng was really relieved to him and Ye Gucheng, and there was no trace of worry between his words.

"We haven't tried for a long time, I wonder if we can meet tomorrow?"

Ye Gucheng's face was still as cold as snow, but both Ximen Fuxue and Ye Gucheng could see excitement, excitement, and blazing heat in his blazing eyes・・・・・・・

"You ・・・・・・・・"

Lu Xiaofeng smiled bitterly, and the guest room fell silent.

The white moonlight, through the open window, sprinkled a thin layer of silver frost, one person leaned against the door and window, looked at the moon by the railing, two people sat cross-legged, one black and one white, reflecting each other, the ancient well has no waves.

・・・・・・・

Wudang station.

"Master, it's time for dinner."

Song Yuanqiao was wearing a Taoist uniform, his face was diluted and peaceful, as in the past, he looked like he was in his thirties, but his sideburns were slightly gray, and his body was slightly wide and fat, and he walked into a quiet room and said cautiously.

"You're here."

In the room, there was a man about thirty years old, with black hair and a shawl, black and shiny, a fair complexion, bright eyes looking at Song Yuanqiao who walked in, and a gentle smile on his face.

This person is the head of the Wudang faction, Zhang Sanfeng.

"Master, the juniors and disciples have taken their disciples outside to watch the performance, do you want to go outside to see?"

Song Yuanqiao gently put down the lunch box on his body, carefully took out the food inside, and put it in front of Zhang Sanfeng.

Although Zhang Sanfeng has reached the realm of Bigu, he eats normally every day.

"Today's meal was very good."

Zhang Sanfeng said with a faint smile on his face.

Two more dishes than usual.

"I guess Master won't eat it tomorrow."

Song Yuanqiao sighed lightly, tomorrow morning is the competition of the strongest battle of the third order, Zhang Sanfeng is afraid that he will enter a state of closing his eyes and recuperating, waiting for the final arrival of the competition.

"Master, I'll leave first."

Song Yuanqiao looked at Zhang Sanfeng, who was slowly chewing his meal, and his face stopped talking, and finally slowly left the room without saying anything.

He really wanted to tell his master that those who competed were scoundrels, and each one was more shameless than the other.

Although the contract beast everyone didn't say it explicitly, basically everyone was one.

How can there be five contract beasts, and even those who carry hundreds of contract beasts, is this still a competition?

It's turned into a brawl!

Zhang Sanfeng didn't seem to see the expression on Song Yuanqiao's face, and after eating quietly, he put the dishes in the lunch box, took them to the door, and then sat down quietly.

*******

Zhonghua Building.

"It's a game, it's a game, it's a game tomorrow・・・・・・・・"

Naruto walked back and forth, at this moment he was restless, scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, and even cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but his eyes revealed excitement, he seemed to be a contradiction of feelings.

On his body, you can see joy, anger, sorrow, and all kinds of opposite and intricate expressions.

Although he had sent a clone to participate in the competition of the strongest battle of the first order, it was not so much a competition as it was to test his opponent, whose mood was high.

As a result, he met the Taiqing Sage of the Journey to the West Demon Chapter, Naruto's shadow clone, and was waved on the spot, and it dissipated.

"Yes, it's going to be a game tomorrow, eat more, and you can play well tomorrow."

Luffy answered, picked up a roast leg of lamb, and bit it in a big bite, entering gobbling mode.

As for Sun Wukong, he has long since disappeared, and can only hear the sound of the clatters in the room, as well as the constantly rising dishes on the table.

"Alas~"

Naruto sat at the dinner table with a sad face, Naruto and Sun Wukong were like two gluttons, constantly eating the food sent by the little master.

・・・・・・・・

"Peerless Sword, tomorrow will be the first battle for you and me to return."

Under the bright moon, a man who looked to be in his twenties wiped the golden sword in his hand and muttered, his eyes revealing a sword-like gaze.

"I don't know if tomorrow's prey will be abundant?"

On the pavilion, with gorgeous silver-blue long hair and deep ice-blue eyes, a domineering woman with a cold voice but a hint of eagerness.

Some people look at the moon obliquely, their minds are fluttering, some people sing about wine, their hearts are flying, some people rub their swords and concentrate their eyes, their eyes are clear, some people meditate on their knees, and there are no waves in the ancient well・・・・・・・

Tomorrow is a good day! (To be continued.) )