A flaming red bird is flapping its wings above the vast sky, feeling the warmth of the sun and the freshness of the breeze.

Flying against the wind, the vermilion wings stretched out rapidly, and under the slightly scorching sunlight, they reflected a series of brilliant and charming colors.

The pale blue finch eyes were now looking through the thin clouds and finally locked in the bustling hall of the martial arts.

This kind of behavior seems to be a kind of peeping from another world, but it is more like the admiration of a small bird for a human monk, who doesn't have a heart that wants to become stronger?

Soaring on the top of the mountain, the tiny bird turned into a vermilion pen tip with its body, and launched a proud sway with the white cloud layer as the background.

Perhaps no one was aware of it, but in this splashing of ink, a vermilion lotus flower pattern quietly emerged above the bird's head.

The red lotus appears, and the light blue sparrow eye surface derives red lines, which are intertwined with each other and finally turn into a bright red lotus.

As the lotus flower swirled, everything seen by the bird was completely teleported into the eyes of a middle-aged monk who had signed a pact with the bird.

"I didn't expect the old man Murong of the Zhengyi Alliance to come and join in the fun, it seems that the purpose of the three sects of martial arts this time is not pure." The monk said with a solemn face.

"It seems that my Red Lotus Witch Sect has to strengthen the progress of the implementation of the plan, and we must not let the Zhengyi Alliance have any respite." A hideous look gradually appeared on the man's face.

As the words fell, the man turned into a red mist, blended into the vast void, and finally disappeared into the clouds.

...

The competition in the hall of Yanwu was extremely intense, and the disciples watching the seats around were also extremely excited, and the shouts were endless, and the sound shook the sky.

After several hours of competition, there are only 30 players left after more than 100 competitors, and their next battle will be even more intense.

In the hearts of each disciple, there is a player who supports him, and the shouts and roars from their mouths are the most important fighting motivation for these players.

Although it is important to win, the main intention of holding the three martial arts is to allow the contestants to win that precious place in the hearts of everyone.

In the future, when his strength rises and his popularity is strong, he will be able to make a name for himself in the entire cultivation world in one fell swoop, and he can also add prestige to the sect, who would dare to be sloppy in such a big matter?

And Sun Wukong doesn't want to be a so-called false name, it will be relatively safe for him to keep a low profile, after all, the blood in his body is too special.

In this era of the jungle, it is not uncommon for many monks with beast faces and hearts to use unscrupulous means to achieve their goals, killing their own kind and devouring the Spirit Palace.

With Sun Wukong's current strength, if he is really targeted by these guys, it is estimated that Sun Wukong will quickly fall into the rhythm of life of running and fighting.

...

A new round of competition has officially begun, and the next ones who are about to board this martial arts platform to compete in strength are Sun Wukong of Qinglingmen and Xu Caijie of Zhengyi Alliance.

The strength of the two of them has been the most "perfect" display in the previous layer by layer elimination, and the focus of the audience is still "Xu Caijie".

Although Xu Caijie's talent is not excellent, under the influence of the atmosphere and excellent teaching of the Zhengyi League, his strength has already climbed to the fifth stage of the Little Star Soul.

This kind of strength is among the best among the players in the entire battle scene, and in everyone's opinion, it is indeed difficult for Sun Wukong to defeat Xu Caijie.

After all, when Sun Wukong fought against the Little Star Soul Third Stage Monk before, he seemed a little "powerless", even if he barely advanced, it was delusional if he wanted to go to the end.

And this is just a one-sided meaning that everyone can see from Sun Wukong's performance, it is estimated that they can't imagine that Sun Wukong at this time can already be at the same level as Xu Caijie.

For the battle of monks of the same level, it is not only limited to the exercises and formations learned, but more importantly, the degree of restraint and refinement of the five elements of the aura attributes between each other.

Sun Wukong cultivates the water aura, but Xu Caijie cultivates the earth aura, the earth and the water, and Sun Wukong does not have any advantage in terms of attributes.

Then in the next battle, what Sun Wukong wants to compete with is the explosion of the power of the pure degree of aura, and Sun Wukong is also very much looking forward to this.

With the battle horn rising into the sky, the battle between the two of them can be said to be imminent.

I saw Xu Caijie lightly stepping on the ground with his toes, and his body immediately burst out, although he cultivated the earth-based aura, this person's movement speed was extremely fast.

In an instant, he had already come to Sun Wukong's side, and smashed the fist containing the power of ripping earth into Sun Wukong's chest.

Sensing that the opponent's fist had arrived, Sun Wukong instinctively retreated backwards, wanting to dodge the opponent's attack, but who knew that the other party was smiling weirdly at the moment.

"Hehe, you've been tricked." As the words fell, the thorns sprouted from the soil, and the sharpness of the thorns shimmered in the sunlight.

The three sects of Huiwu should have been pointed, but as soon as they came on the field, they quietly planted this thorn trap in the soil, which shows that Xu Caijie's heart is ruthless, but Sun Wukong is not flustered.

I saw Sun Wukong's toes lightly stepping on the ground, and a white lotus flower emerged from under the ground, and there were layers of ripples around the lotus.

Between the ripples and reverberations, a stream of qi rhyme invisibly completely shattered the sharp ground thorns, and Sun Wukong's wonderful response was also exchanged for a fierce shout from the audience.

"When did this kid become so strong? I don't remember any of the psionic skills I taught him, so where did he come from? ”

"Could it be that this kid is stealing from a teacher again?" Elder Jiang Ning's surprise was also something that the entire Qingling high-level was puzzled about.

Because the move displayed by Sun Wukong is not owned by Qinglingmen at all, where does this move come from, the high-level of Qinglingmen is also very curious.

And when they looked at Elder Jiang Ning, they saw the thick surprise on the other party's cheeks, which showed that Elder Jiang Ning could not give them a satisfactory answer.

The battle in the field was still going on, and I saw that Sun Wukong caught a flaw in Xu Caijie at this moment, and then jumped into the range of the opponent's attack.

How could Xu Caijie let go of such a self-defeating move? I saw Xu Caijie condense his aura on the edge of his fist and wait for the best time to attack.

And Sun Wukong's fist position is now also rapidly condensing a large amount of spiritual power with the assistance of the blood palace aura, and its purity is so high that it makes the aura flash with a strange brilliance.

"Origin Light? How could this kid's aura purity be so high? When Xu Caijie was surprised, Sun Wukong's fist had already arrived and slammed directly into the opponent's chest.

Between the lightning and flint, the weak and sluggish expression completely covered the other party's mind, and directly pushed Xu Caijie into the seemingly endless darkness - unconscious.