Yu Que didn't seem to hear it, didn't squeak, pulled the corners of his mouth down, and sank his face.

"Brother Yu......" The dressed girl couldn't help but reach out and pull Yu Quan's sleeve.

Yu Que shook off her hand and glared at her fiercely. "Get out!"

The girl in costume rolled down her eyes with tears in her eyes. A young man next to her shouted angrily, "Bold, dare to be rude to Her Royal Highness the Princess." ”

Yu Que glanced at the young man, then turned his head away, ignoring it.

What is this? Regarded as nothing? The young man was furious, and he was about to beat someone.

The girl in costume stretched out her arms, blocked in front of Yu Que, and scolded: "Zhao Yanxi, stop! You dare to touch half of my brother Yu's cold hair, try!" The girl retreated from the youth, turned to Yu Que and said, "Brother Yu, what did Pingyang do wrong and make you unhappy?"

Yu Que turned his head and looked at the dressed girl coldly. "First, my name is Yu Quan, not Brother Yu. Second, you're not my type. ”

Yu Que's voice was not high, but the people around him could hear it clearly. The dressed girl is not an ordinary woman, she is the daughter of Emperor Xingxia, the daughter of the empress, Princess Pingyang. Not only was she born noble, but she was also very talented, she was fifteen years old, but her cultivation had reached the eighth level of the Spirit Marrow Realm.

Like Zhao Yanxi and others, who doesn't want to get Princess Pingyang's blue eyes and three benefits of wealth and sex? But this jade lack of unpretentious feelings for Princess Pingyang has now so bluntly refuted Princess Pingyang's face. The people who came here today, except for the three leading masters of the country, were all young talents from the Xianmen of the Xingxia Dynasty. These people were naturally happy to hear about this, but for the sake of Princess Pingyang's face, they all pretended to be angry, and they all repaid Yu Que with angry eyes and made accusations.

"Yu Que, you don't know what to do!"

"Yu Que, you are looking for death!"

“***”

Immediately, the sound of scolding was endless.

Yu Que plucked out his ears and glanced at these people coldly, but he didn't bother to talk nonsense with them, and only looked at Chen Yue, a master who protected the country and led the team.

Chen Yue knew that in this competition, whether the Xingxia Dynasty could win the championship, hoped that it was all on Yu Que alone, and the others were in the top ten, thinking of His Majesty the Emperor's advice, it was necessary to envelop Yu Que well, and immediately said: "Shut up! Do you want all sects and factions to see the jokes of my dynasty?"

The team of more than 20 people of the Xingxia Dynasty was immediately silent.

Princess Pingyang looked at Yu Que affectionately, with tears in her eyes. Obviously standing beside him, it seemed to be so far away from the entire Xingxia Empire.

Pingyang didn't get a response from Yu Que, so she turned her head to look at what Yu Que had just seen, and she clearly saw that just now, Yu Que smiled. Who the hell was it, and what touched him? Speaking of which, this was the first time Pingyang had seen Yu Que's smile, albeit very faint and shallow.

On the high platform, the host was still rambling, and the representatives of all parties were crowded. The place where the eyes of the jade lack of talents fell should be the area where several small sects of two or three gathered. This small sect is here to make up the numbers, and there are four or five people in each sect company leader and the participants. I couldn't occupy the stands, so I sat together. Pingyang looked at these small sect teams, and didn't find (thought) a woman who had competed with her in beauty, so he was relieved. As long as Yu Que doesn't fall in love with someone else, it's fine.

In the first round of selection, the opponent is decided by drawing lots, the winner continues to play, and the loser is eliminated. The Ethereal Immortal Sect opened four rings and competed at the same time to save time.

Wuhua's cultivation is there, but the opponent's cultivation is only at the end of the True Spirit Realm, and it is a whole big realm behind. The man simply threw in the towel. Wuhua stood in the ring for a moment and got a ticket to the next match.

The face of An Xian has long been known to everyone. The story of her and Liyuan has evolved into the myth of Cinderella, which is a popular gossip after tea and dinner in the immortal cultivation world.

The opponent she drew was also at the end of the True Spirit Realm, and his cultivation was much worse than that of An Xian. However, this sword cultivator Jingfeng of Ming Sword Mountain looked at An Xian with disdain, and said: "Little lady, my sword doesn't have eyes, if I draw your little face for a while, I'm afraid Yuanzi won't look at you again." Be interested, go down on your own. ”

Xiao Zi drew the flying sword and sneered. Who can't do it, you won't know until you fight.

Luo Luo floated behind An Xian, and a small brain melon emerged from An Xian's shoulder, and spit out a long tongue at Jing Feng. The long tongue rolled up in the air. "Boy, be interesting, go down. Otherwise, you'll be frightened in a moment. When a boy like you is frightened, he wets the bed at night, right? Did you bring the handyman who washed the sheets?"

The audience burst into laughter.

Jing Feng choked and pulled out his sword. This is a medium-grade spiritual weapon, and it is the highest level weapon allowed to be used in the competition.

As soon as the referee announced the start of the game, Jing Feng's sword turned into several sword shadows and roared.

Leisurely stepping on the shadow of the butterfly, sliding lightly, shuttling between the sword shadows. Luo Luo stood on An Xian's shoulder, dodging with An Xian's steps. An Xian gave him the task of protecting himself from injury today.

Jingfeng: "Are you just going to hide? Don't think I'll let you go in front of Liyuanzi." Look at the move!" the sword shadow was divided again, and the sword light doubled out of thin air. The sword light is like a herd of horses, whistling in the ring.

In the light of the sword, Luo Luo was terrified. It was the first time he had faced such a fierce battle. In the past, he controlled Luo Yiyi, Shuangsan, and secretly pumped cold.

Tranquility is still calm. "Are you qualified to give Liyuan face? does he know who you are?"

Jing Feng's face flushed slightly.

An Xian said again: "Let me state again, I don't have a relationship with the abyss of the Immortal Heart Trading House with half a spirit stone!"

Jingfeng: "That's better! Be careful, next, I'm going to take your life!"

An Xian sneered. She originally wanted to hide her clumsiness and play for a while, but this Jingfeng talked too much nonsense, so she should send him away early. Xiao Zi flew out of An Xian's hand and went straight to Jingfeng.

Jing Feng raised his sword and slashed towards Xiao Zi. "I don't have a broken sword of any grade, and I'm embarrassed to take out ......" Jing Feng suddenly stopped, and his strong sense of crisis made his hair stand on end.

A peach-colored petal appeared at some point and flew straight towards Jingfeng's neck. Jing Feng realized that it was too late to back down, and saw that this petal was about to cut into his neck, but he stopped again.

The flying sword Xiao Zi spun in the air and returned to An Xian's hand. "Throw in the towel. An said calmly.

Jing Feng's eyes blinked, and as soon as he raised his hand, he grabbed the petals, and pinched them hard, and the petals shattered. "Die!" Jing Feng's sword slashed down. The sword aura was like a rainbow, and with lightning speed, it pounced on An Xian.

An Xian didn't expect Jing Feng to be so shameless, he knew that she stayed behind and spared his life, but he didn't have the slightest gratitude, but took the opportunity to counterattack. However, leisure is not without the slightest precaution. A shield wall of spiritual power appeared in front of An Xian.