Wei Wuji and Gan Wuya were talking, and many sect disciples rushed over quickly. [No pop-ups]

"May I ask this senior brother, is something wrong?" Gan Wuya asked a passing disciple with a fist clenched.

"There was a duel in the ring. The disciple dropped a word and sped away without looking back.

"Lao Wei, let's go and have a look, this is a good opportunity to increase our knowledge. Gan Wuya quickly followed, and the two followed everyone to the front of the ring together.

In the ring, two men confronted each other.

One was dressed in the costume of a sect disciple, about twenty years old, with his hair messed on his head, hastily tied a bun, and pinned it with an ebony hairpin, which had a bit of a dusty taste.

The other man was about the same age, but he was dressed in brocade clothes, with sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, looking at the other party as if he had a sense of injustice in his heart.

"Isn't this person wearing the costume of the sect the twenty-fourth Shi Xiaorong who is ranked 234th on the list?

"I heard that someone seemed to have used 300 spirit stones to ask him to come out to the ring to fight. ”

"What a big deal! Three hundred spirit stones asked him to fight, so he naturally refused to let go!"

"The person who asked him out to fight is Meng Yiran!"

"The brocade man in the ring is Meng Yiran, why did he challenge Shi Xiaorong?"

"It is said that it was the last sect competition, and the enmity was ......"

"No, no, before the two entered the sect, it is said that there was a grudge!"

“......”

The disciples watching the battle in the audience had a lot of discussions, and they didn't agree with each other.

Wei Wuji and Gan Wuya also stood in the middle of the crowd, looking at the stage and listening to everyone's discussions.

At this time, Shi Xiaorong looked at the other party, smiled, and showed a lazy look, "Meng Yiran, Meng Yiran, you used three hundred spirit stones to ask me to come out to compete, so that a lazy ghost like me can also be excited, there is really you." ”

"Shi Xiaorong, what the young master of Lingshi Ben has! Lao Tzu is going to let out this evil breath today!

Wow, everyone in the audience was in an uproar, what are the spirit stones? This is really a wealthy family!

Wei Wuji and Gan Wuya also looked at each other, they dared to say such big things, I don't know what kind of family this Meng family is?

At this moment, a man acting as a referee walked up. He was about thirty-four or five years old, with a three-inch black beard floating under his chin, and he shook his head and sighed as if he had a headache as if he were having a headache.

"You all know the rules, don't let me tremble, are you all ready?" the man asked.

Both arched their hands to the man and nodded, ready to go.

"Start!" the man waved to the two of them, but his figure floated backwards like smoke and dust, standing in the distance.

Meng Yiran's long sword came out of the sheath, and a ray of light came out of the sky, as if the lonely moonlight through the window lattice, straight to the dilapidated hut, there is really an indescribable sense of desolation.

"Sword intent! This is sword intent, innate sword intent!" Wei Wuji's heart suddenly shook, and he looked at the ring intently. Meng Yiran's long sword was unsheathed, and the sword intent in an instant filled the audience, just by virtue of this, his strength was not under him!

Shi Xiaorong, who was standing on the side, no longer had a lazy appearance, and there was an indescribable ethereal meaning all over his body. Although others were standing in the ring, in Wei Wuji's eyes, people seemed to be standing on the edge of the distant sky. This is also a kind of artistic conception, the first time Wei Wuji saw this kind of artistic conception, he felt at a loss for a while, and he couldn't find the slightest flaw in the other party.

People in the ring can attack and kill, people are in the sky, why fight?

The strange artistic conception displayed by the other party makes people feel so close and so far away. Such a strange feeling made Wei Wuji dumbfounded, but his heart suddenly shook, as if he had gained, the attack of the original artistic conception could still be used like this!

"Everyone, pay attention! This is the realm of emptiness that Shi Xiaorong has comprehended!" said a disciple who was watching the battle loudly.

"Nonsense! How can the realm of emptiness be like this? Although it is said to be an ethereal realm, it has the meaning of agility, so how can the words of the void realm come from? No, no!" another disciple retorted.

"It doesn't matter what realm he is, if he wins, it's the first realm!" someone next to him said.

At this moment, Shi Xiaorong in the ring suddenly did not change, his figure took a step to the side, he drew his sword in his hand, and smiled at Meng Yiran. And the artistic conception of his display has also changed, as if he is in the ethereal spirit that does not stick to a trace of dust, beckoning gently to the other party.

"No, Shi Xiaorong's smile faintly felt like a shock to his divine consciousness, which was quite ...... There are some temptations to seduce the soul, and I feel the ...... of evil" Wei Wuji's heart was shocked, this strange temptation made people confused and upside down, Shi Xiaorong looked like a man, but his demeanor was like a girl, if he wanted to say that he was a woman, he was a dignified man.

At this time, Wei Wuji felt that Gan Wuya next to him, his eyes were wrong, and he stared at the ring, demented, and actually drooled.

"What are you doing!?" Wei Wuji slapped Gan Wuya's head and woke him up.

"Guard, I'm ...... I, Lao Wei, ...... I?" Gan Wuya explained with a sad face.

"Don't say it, look, Meng Yiran is probably going to lose. Wei Wuji interrupted Gan Wuya's words.

In the ring, Meng Yiran saw Shi Xiaorong's actions, and the sword in his hand was sheng, "Shi Xiaorong, you Ma, if you want to pretend to be a man, you can pretend to be a man;

Meng Yiran's sword flashed, and a strange sword roar came from the void, Ding Ding Ding! The long sword conjured up three bright lights, as if three bright moons appeared in the sky, flying towards the earth and attacking Shi Xiaorong.

At this moment, Shi Xiaorong also began to launch, his figure floated by, and with a wave of the long sword in his hand, the three rounds of bright moon were crushed by the sword light together, and a piece of crystal fluorescence dispersed with the wind.

However, Meng Yiran had already deceived the other party and handed over a sword, like a bright moonlight, spreading all over the ring. However, his attack was easily dodged by Shi Xiaorong, because his artistic conception was too weird, so close, so far, Meng Yiran's sword could not get close at all.

Bang! The momentum in the field changed suddenly, if it was said that there was a hidden murderous intent in the unusual affection just now, now it is full of murderous intent, the most direct bloody killing. The figures flickered like lightning and flint, and the dust rose into the sky, and the aftermath swept in all directions, as if a storm had suddenly descended.

Fierce attacks and killings happen suddenly, coming and going as fast as they come, like dew and electricity. Among the disciples watching the battle in the audience, none of them could see the fight on the stage clearly.

"Stop!" the man who served as the referee shouted loudly and rushed into the arena to stop the attack of both sides.

At this time, the disciples who watched the battle in the audience found that Meng Yiran was disheveled, embarrassed like a ghost. Although Shi Xiaorong was out of breath and pale, he stood three feet away, standing with his sword, and the situation was much better than that of the other party.

Obviously, in this competition, Shi Xiaorong won.