"Hmph, when it's time for the official competition, Lao Tzu is looking for you to challenge you with a broom star!" a handsome young man walked over and said viciously.

"I'm afraid it's not your turn to make a move in this matter, have you forgotten that there is still Brother Peng Huafeng?" Peng Qingying regained some calm.

"That's right!" the boy who spoke before seemed to have thought of something funny. Looking at Peng Piaopiao's eyes again, there was a trace of pity.

When Peng Piaopiao heard this name, her legs trembled unconsciously. Because Peng Huafeng is a person who is known for his cruel murder in the circle of the younger generation in the entire Qingyi City.

When ordinary hooligans on the street saw him from afar, they had to take a detour. There was once a businessman who accidentally offended him. As a result, Peng Huafeng led people to rush into the courtyard of the house and skinned the seventy-six men who were full of them. Later, all the young female dependents were humiliated to death, and the scene was horrific.

What's even more excessive is that even everyone's primordial spirit has not been spared. Although many people knew that he did it afterwards, because there was no bitter master, it was not easy for the City Lord's Mansion to pursue it too much.

In the final analysis, it is because of their family, there is an ancestor of the Great Perfection of the War Marquis. Otherwise, the city lord of Punslin would have been in trouble a long time ago, how could he have waited until now.

And the reason why the two brothers Peng Huafeng flattered Peng Qingying so much was because they wanted to get the beauty back, and secondly, they wanted to control the real power of Qingyi City.

These things Pence Lin usually sees in his eyes, but he is inconvenient to tell his granddaughter. Because he knew that Peng Qingying's heart was not calm enough.

said that Cao Cao Cao arrived, and the Penghua wind fell on the wide leading platform. There were many people around who crowded over and blamed Peng Piaopiao's death for Peng Huayun's death.

And Peng Huafeng did not feel too sad because of Peng Huayun's death. Instead, he just smiled indifferently. Then I saw him walking towards Peng Piaopiao, leaning his face to her ear and smiling evilly, "You are very good!"

Everyone in the audience, including the contestants from other cities, unconsciously cast a look of pity.

"I'm not afraid!" Peng Piaopiao's eyes were very clear and persistent, and there was no trace of fear.

"Okay, see you on the field!" Peng Huafeng finished speaking, and glanced at Ao Qi's father and son in the corner, intentionally or unintentionally.

The matter was basically over, and then everyone was much quieter. Because there are contestants from various cities, they arrive at the reception platform.

The receiving platform was outside the edge of the Liyun Peak Great Array, covering an area the size of a small town. According to the rules of the preliminary round, after the top 30 of each city are gathered, they can enter the big formation.

But I waited left and right, but I didn't see the people of Colorful Wing City coming. It stands to reason that among the female players, Peng Bixian of Caiyi City is Peng Qingying's strongest competitor. And the two have known each other since childhood, and their relationship has always been unfriendly. As long as there is a place where Peng Qingying is in the limelight, it is impossible for her not to appear.

Everyone was whispering, only Peng Huafeng and Peng Qingying were meditating quietly. It wasn't until dark on the fourth day that a group of people slowly flew in the air in the distance.

"It's Peng Bixian!" shouted the sharp-eyed monk.

Everyone turned their heads to look and saw a seriously injured nun flying with difficulty. Beside her, there were hundreds of wounded guards, escorting all around her to death.

Behind this group of people, there were thousands of contestants from Colorful Wing City following. But no one dared to cross Peng Bixian and take the lead to the introduction platform.

Peng Huafeng glanced at Caiyi City and the others, and then ignored them. Because the wounds of these people are his own masterpieces. And the person who instructed him to do this was none other than Peng Qingying, the seeded player of Qingyi City.

From the night attack a few days ago, it can be seen that Peng Bixian is not a fuel-efficient lamp. At least Peng Piaopiao was cut by Peng Bixian's people because of this incident. If it weren't for Zhang Gen staying, Peng Piaopiao would have become a corpse long ago.

"Your Excellency, I have written down this account in Caiyi City!" Peng Bixian stared at Peng Huafeng and said coldly.

"Waiting for you at any time!" replied Peng Huafeng.

"Hmph!" Peng Bixian snorted coldly, and found a secluded place to meditate and rest.

Fortunately, private fighting is prohibited in the leading station, otherwise there would have been a river of blood here.

The people of Colorful Wing City came, and all the people who participated in the official competition were all here. Early on the morning of the fifth day, the Elders gave each of them a token with numbers ranging from one to one thousand and eighty.

Those who don't make it to the official competition will be rewarded with a pair of white wings if they arrive within seven days.

After leading the elders to play the magic trick to the large array, a light gate appeared after a cup of tea, and everyone who got the token rushed in.

This is a spatial passage, and as Peng Piaopiao enters, Zhang Genliu gradually loses contact with the clone. Although they concentrate and can see each other's locations, they are unable to communicate.

The place where the contestants came was the altar in the center of the large array. From the void, this altar is only ten zhang in size. But when he came here, Zhang Genliu found that this altar was the size of three cities.

As for the space within the entire Great Array, it was indeed completely enlarged by the Great Array by about 10,000 times.

In other words, the scene seen from the void was distorted by the Great Array. At least the people here and the scenery here, the size ratio has changed a little.

The vitality here is very strong, at least comparable to Shanghai Tiancheng. This is very rare in the Martial Kingdom, at least the vitality of Ancestral Martial City cannot be compared to here.

"Young monks, please be quiet!" a deep old man's voice sounded.

Everyone looked up, and it turned out to be Peng Baizhan, the patriarch of the Peng clan. This person looked only about fifty years old, with black and beautiful hair, and there was no trace of the old age that the Great Perfection of the War Marquis should have.

"The annual Wings Championship will start in 10 days, and I look forward to seeing your performances. This year's rewards have changed slightly, I hope they will interest you......" Peng Baizhan said a lot about the competition, and disappeared after speaking.

Come out and say a few words, which can be regarded as a meeting between the patriarch and the younger generation. As for saying more and saying less, it all depends on the patriarch's own preferences. and the way he appears and disappears, no one will blame anything.

That's right, he didn't teleport away, the one he just spoke was indeed a clone of light and shadow. While everyone was amazed, a steward came here and said that he was taking everyone to rest.

At this time, it is all about financial resources, and if you pay more, it will be good for the cave to provide. It is conceivable that none of the seeded players in each city are poor. This has nothing to do with the overall economic strength of the Peng people, no matter how poor the place is, there will still be many rich people.

For example, the two delicate flowers among the contestants, Peng Bixian and Peng Qingying are 10,000 yuan of crystal as soon as they make a shot. They all asked for the best cave house for themselves, as if Yuanjing was just dung in their eyes.

When the others saw the two of them make a move, they all smacked their tongues. You must know that many small towns of the Peng nationality use gold coins as the main currency in circulation. Of course, it is not only these two who can spend a lot of money, but also the children of wealthy families in other cities.

In fact, the Peng clan has already prepared a cultivation cave for all the contestants, but the amount of vitality is about the same as that in the square. If you want a high-level cave mansion, you only need to spend one or two or a dozen yuan crystals. Because the entire competition will be completed within a month, it is a waste to spend 10,000 yuan.

When they came to the rented area of the cave, the two rich men who had paid 10,000 yuan happily beckoned their guards to move in. Because this kind of high-level cave house is very large, it is not a problem to live thousands of people.

When the contestants from other cities saw this, they didn't have the heart to compare. All of them rented medium cave houses, because medium cave houses are more cost-effective.

In this transaction, the steward who led the way was about to laugh crookedly. Just as he was digging through the storage bag in his hand, he found that there was still a person standing in place at the scene.

"Huh, you're a contestant from Green Wing City, aren't you, why don't you go in with them?" the steward asked a little strangely.

"Popularity is not good!" Peng Piaopiao said embarrassedly.

"Uh...... It's okay, I'll take you to the free cave mansion, it's not bad over there!"

The steward received a large sum of Yuanjing today, and he was in a very good mood. So when I see a down-and-out monk like Peng Piaopiao, I will also be pleasant. This is in normal times, and he won't even ask.

"No, I also want a better cave, the top-tier one!" Peng Piaopiao said suddenly.

"The top, you ......" The steward was about to get angry, but it was as if someone had choked his throat.

Because he saw the down-and-out nun in front of him, he casually took out 50,000 yuan of crystals. Throw it at yourself like garbage.

"I don't know if it's enough?" Peng Piaopiao said indifferently.

In fact, Peng Piaopiao has long been apprehensive in his heart, but on the surface, he is pretending to be calm. Because she had never seen so many Yuanjing in her life, she didn't even dare to think about it.

"Enough, sure enough!" the corners of the steward's mouth were about to crack to the base of his ears.

So Peng Piaopiao was taken to a very remote stone gate, and then the steward handed her a jade plate of the cave.

"Uh, fellow Daoist, do you need a breakthrough pill?Oh, I don't mean anything else!The next thing is basically a ring match, your cultivation is ......" the steward asked cautiously.

It's no wonder that a monk who can take out 50,000 yuan of crystals casually, if he says that there is no backer behind him, no one will believe it. Now that there is an opportunity to form a good relationship with him, this steward will naturally not let go of this opportunity.

"Do you have one?" asked Peng Piaopiao expressionlessly.

"Yes, from warriors to war maniacs, and even war maniacs to war spirits! It's just that the price is ......," the steward said with some embarrassment. How can the rich man see that it is his own good intentions?

"Don't worry, the price is not a problem! As long as you can sell me the pill, I am grateful, and maybe I can give you some opportunities!" Peng Piaopiao said calmly, but his heart was beating the drum.

"Oh, hehe, in that case, these bottles of pills will be sent to Daoyou!" The steward listened to Peng Piaopiao's words, and he was already smiling from ear to ear.

Peng Piaopiao took the elixir, and then handed him a finger-thick jade bottle: "Remember, this thing must not be mentioned to anyone, so as not to attract death!"

Peng Piaopiao's words made the steward's smile restrain a lot.

"Don't worry, I understand the rules! By the way, contemptible Peng Daqian, didn't you ask Daoyou what to call him?" asked cautiously.

He had already smelled that what was in the jade bottle was a rare treasure of heaven and earth—a thousand-year-old milk.