After the last rays of light dissipated, Fu Xuan exhaled a breath of turbid air and let out a long sigh of relief.

Fang Xuan looked at Fu Xuan, as if asking how he was doing.

Fu Xuan looked over, saw Fang Xuan's gaze, nodded at her, and signaled that he was fine.

Then Yu Guang swept Cao Zheng, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and then turned his head like Fu Shaoming and said, "Senior brother, let's go, I'm fine." ”

Fu Shaoming nodded, and Ah Yuan took the lead in walking towards the interior of the basin.

Connecting the steps is a huge square, which is more than the square of the Yanyu Pavilion, and is all paved with lapis lazuli slabs one meter square.

At the end of the square was a moat, as if the earth had been split.

A lavish suspension bridge on the moat shines brightly, and on both sides is a bottomless abyss, in which the clouds and mist are swirling, making people feel as if they are in the clouds, and the heart is relaxed.

Fu Xuan and the others took a closer look, and suddenly there was a sharp phoenix chirping, and then a five-meter-long, red phoenix, with a burning flame on the tail feather, slashed in front of everyone, leaving a red light in the sky.

When Cao Zheng saw this scene, his eyes couldn't stop being greedy, and Fu Xuan also felt that the phoenix tail feather behind him exuded a faint fiery aura, as if the source of this magic weapon had a close relationship with this fire phoenix.

"This is the Guardian Divine Beast of the Qingyu Sect, it has been cultivated with the founding master of the Qingyu Sect since then, it is the descendant of the ancient divine beasts Vermilion Bird and Phoenix, and has inherited some of the abilities of Vermilion Bird and Phoenix, and its strength is unfathomable. Ah Yuan explained.

Then he smiled sweetly and shouted, "Little Red." ”

"Cry"

The fire phoenix landed beside the suspension bridge, stabilized its figure, and rubbed it on Ah Yuan's body affectionately. It made Ah Yuan giggle.

Fu Xuan and the others were on the side, completely unable to understand why the terrifying Fire Phoenix, who was so close to Ah Yuan, would be so affectionate.

Ah Yuan and Huofeng had a while, and it seemed that he also felt that he had lost the image of the Qingyu faction, so he sent Huofeng away and led everyone to the splendid buildings of the Qingyu faction.

Ah Yuan stopped in front of a three-story attic and said to Fu Shaoming and the others: "This is the resting place that the master has arranged for me to give you, and if you have a meal, you can call the disciples waiting outside the door." Okay, everyone, get some rest, I won't keep my hands in the competition!"

After saying that, Ah Yuan left in a hurry, no one could see that this girl was still a powerful faction, and she was able to represent the Qingyu faction to participate in the competition with Yanyu Pavilion.

Before entering the room, Fu Shaoming said: "The competition starts the day after tomorrow, and all the junior brothers and sisters will have a good rest today and tomorrow and adjust their state." ”

Everyone arrived.

Then Fu Xuan walked at the end of the line, and everyone chose the room.

Fu Xuan lay on the wooden bed in the room, put his hands on the back of his head, looked at the ceiling, thinking about the experience of the past few years, which was even more exciting than the previous ten years, and unconsciously looked forward to the competition the day after tomorrow.

......

In the past two days, it was just a flick of a finger, and everyone did not make any trouble in the Qingyu faction, they all meditated on cultivation and adjusted their state.

On the day of the start of the competition, the sunlight was just higher than the surrounding cliffs, shining into Fu Xuan's room along the delicate window flowers, and after finishing today's morning class, Fu Xuan stood up, exhaled deeply, and walked out of the room.

Not long after Fu Xuan came to the door of the attic, Fu Shaoming and others arrived one after another, everyone's eyes were full of fighting spirit, only Fang Xuan's calm eyes never changed.

Fu Shaoming looked at everyone's expressions, smiled with satisfaction, and said: "It seems that everyone has adjusted very well in the past few days, so I won't say anything, there are twenty people on the other side in this competition, and we will only have thirteen people except me, and the honor of the master will be handed over to all the junior brothers and sisters!"

After that, he hugged his fists to everyone and took the lead in the test venue.

The venue of the competition was nothing else, it was the huge square that I encountered that day, and the only difference was that in that square, in the past two days, eight battle platforms were erected.

Fu Xuan and his party waited quietly after coming here, this moment was like the calm before the storm.

"Welcome to all Tianjiao from the Smoke and Rain Pavilion, I am the head of the Qingyu Sect, Yang Fan. ”

A middle-aged man in a gray robe slowly walked onto the battle platform and said loudly.

After a pause, he said: "There are a total of thirteen people in the Yanyu Pavilion in this competition, and a total of twenty people in the Qingyu faction, and the elimination system is adopted, and the losing side will lose the qualification for the competition until the top three are decided." ”

"It's still the same simple and crude!"

Fu Shaoming shook his head and said with a wry smile.

Yang Fan inspected for a week, and when he saw that everyone had no objections, he announced the start of the competition.

Both sides walked to the middle stage and drew a lot in turn.

After Fu Xuan got his signature, he opened it and saw that the words 'eighteen' were written.

At this time, Yang Fan spoke again: "No. 1 to No. 8 lots, enter the No. 1 to No. 8 battle platforms respectively, as for your opponents, you will call the numbers at will in the No. 9 to No. 33 lots." Don't want to change the lot, every sign has my Yuanli imprint, who got the sign, I naturally know, if you cheat, you will lose the qualification of the competition!"

I saw Fang Xuan, Wu Hao and another disciple from the peak of Kaiyuan on the side of the Yanyu Pavilion walking onto the battle platform.

Fang Xuan's lips opened lightly and said, "Thirty-three." ”

A tall and thin man from the Qingyu faction on the opposite side shrugged his shoulders helplessly and said, "I'm going to bully girls again, alas, it's not a martial arts." ”

After that, with a light touch, you are on the battle platform.

"This junior sister, my name is Peng Jingxin, please give me advice. ”

"Fang Xuan"

As soon as the words fell, Fang Xuan's sword was already unsheathed, and there was no broken dream beside him, and now Fang Xuan was using a green oak sword made of green oak wood.

The blue light swayed, the sharp sword continued to swing, Peng Jingxin saw this, his expression gradually became solemn, just as he began to fight, he felt that Fang Xuan's realm should be completed in the middle of Wuji, compared to him, a novice who can enter the Wuji realm, his strength is much higher, and he can only do his best to delay for some time to win.

So he started a fight, not to touch Fang Xuan, and to stick to it.

At the same time, the remaining seven battle platforms also started fighting at the same time, simply because there were relatively few people in the Yanyu Pavilion who participated in the competition, and there were no Yanyu Pavilion themselves in this round.

Fu Xuan stood beside Fu Shaoming and looked at the competition on the stage together.

"Senior Sister Fang is going to win!"

As soon as Fu Shaoming's words fell, Fang Xuan caught a flaw in the other party, and at the moment when the other party came into contact with his own green oak sword, a strong sword intent erupted, and before Peng Jingxin could withdraw, he was overwhelmed by the overwhelming sword shadow. In an instant, it flew out ten meters away, and the battle platform also smashed a big hole. Fang Xuan slowly withdrew the Green Oak Sword, and without even looking at Peng Jingxin, he confidently walked off the battle platform.

Peng Jingxin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, shook his head with a wry smile, and slowly walked off the battle platform with the support of the disciples of the Qingyu Sect.