At the end of the long stone steps, the clouds and mist shrouded in a mysterious feeling!

These people are all disciples of Luan Feng Pavilion! These are still remembered by Jian Dong!

Seeing Jian Dong appear, the faces of these disciples suddenly turned cold, and one of them turned sideways and shouted, "Sword Gate, Jian Dong, it's here!!"

Jian Dong stepped on the top of the mountain, looked at it, and couldn't help but gasp, what a big aura!

The top of the hill has been completely made into a huge square, the square is completely paved with the same color of granite, in the center of the square, a large piece is raised, there are guardrails on both sides, there is a huge stone tablet on the right side of the guardrail, and the stone tablet is written on the three big characters of "martial arts field"!

Looking around the square, at this time, there are nearly 10,000 figures, these people, sitting in a semicircle, just this arc to give way to the martial arts field, most of them are wearing white robes, the rest is more chaotic......

At the top of the square, there is a row of high-rise stone pedestals with three people sitting on them!

One, it's Haotian! Grimace mask, white hair, and a long sword with purple light stuck next to it!

The other one is an old man, who has been smiling, and Jian Dong doesn't know him......

Another ...... At this time, she was also staring at Jian Dong's side in confusion, and her eyes were clearly a little lonely...... Blood is like frost! The four messengers behind him stand side by side!

Under this row of stone seats, there is a blank place, there are ten Luanfeng Pavilion disciples sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed, although these people can't see the slightest feature from the surface, but the body is like steel, no matter how the breeze blows, there is no movement in the robe, but it makes people know in their hearts that these people are not simple!

The two people who are close to Jiandong's direction are acquaintances!

One is Yu Feng, the chief disciple of Luanfeng Pavilion, with a resolute face and cold eyes......

Located next to the wind, the woman in the white robe, slightly closed her eyes, the breeze was blowing, the robe was close to the delicate body, revealing the perfect curved figure underneath, the yellow earrings were still wearing on the earlobes, and the beautiful cheeks were calm and indifferent, and she was about to face off with Jian Dong - Shao Han!!

On the square, although there were more than 10,000 people, there was no sound, except for the whirring wind!

Occasionally, a violent and strong wind blew, and suddenly, all the disciples of Luan Feng Pavilion fluttered in their white robes, such a scene, at a glance, quite shocking!

At this time, a lot of figures appeared behind Jian Dong!! A group of people from Jianmen, including the people of the entire Jianye City, and some villagers from other tribes, at least a few thousand people, just made up for the semicircle here, at this time! Except for the martial arts arena was empty, the other places were almost full!

The figure who rushed over did not make a reckless voice to break the quiet atmosphere in the square, and the Luanfeng Pavilion disciple outside the venue obviously did not stop him, it seemed that he should have received Haotian's order!

He climbed on top of a big tree, giggling, leaning on the branch and watching, this guy just came to see the excitement!

Jian Dong took a few steps forward at this time, staring directly at Shao Han with his eyes, this trip, he had only one purpose, to defeat him!

The disciples of Luanfeng Pavilion in the field are all playing hand prints, and the breathing rhythm of nearly a thousand Luan Feng Pavilion disciples is actually completely the same, and each other's breaths are intertwined with each other's breaths, and wherever they move, the air will fluctuate slightly, before the seal, thousands of people shoot together, and the movements are completely consistent, visually giving people a great impact!

The wide square is quiet and silent, time is slowly passing by, above the sky, the sun is setting, and the only remaining warm sunlight pours down, permeating the competition platform, showing a golden color!

Jian Dong took a deep breath and turned his head to look, the first thing he saw was that he was looking at his father! What was passed back was trust! It was full trust! It was trust between father and son that outsiders would never understand!

Jian Dong nodded fiercely, and then walked towards the position of the competition platform with light steps!

The eyes of everyone in the field were all focused on Jian Dong alone.

Shao Han also slowly opened his eyes, his gaze stayed on Jian Dong, in short, Jian Dong is the focus now, and the reason why a large part of the people came was to see where Jian Dong was sacred, and he dared to argue with Luan Feng Pavilion?

Under the eyes of more than 10,000 people in the square, Jian Dong, who was burdened with pressure and expectations, walked the last mile and climbed onto the competition platform!

Jian Dong raised his head and smiled, staring at Shao Han in the distance without joy or sorrow, and said lightly, "I, here, here!!"

With three simple words, all the dullness that Jian Dong had suppressed in his heart was spit out, and he slowly floated on the huge square, so that the gentle breath that permeated the square instantly revealed his murderous intention!

In the venue, everyone began to carefully observe the young man in front of them, for this young man, some of them were very strange, and some of them were ...... Maybe it's not too strange......

All the disciples of Luanfeng Pavilion know that there is such a person as Jian Dong, usually his name is the talk of the disciples, and when this name is mentioned, most of them will have a little disdain and ridicule, and face off with Haotian's wishful female disciple Shao Han?

Shao Han got up slowly, his bright eyes staring at the slightly thin figure of the young man in the distance, a year has worn away his beauty and his immaturity......

He really came, and in the face of such momentum, he was still as light as a breeze, without the slightest nervousness and discoloration!

Will juvenile scrap really change?

"Whew!" jumped up, Shao Han's delicate body was as tall as a proud snow lotus, and her shadow fluttered slightly, slowly falling from the air on the competition platform.

"A one-year appointment, I hope you can afford to lose!" she was as calm as the former......

At this time, the white-robed envoy who was behind Blood Like Frost flashed in the void, and the next moment it appeared in the center of Jian Dong and Shao Han!

"I'll preside over this battle! The specific agreement is two points, first, whether Jian Dong has reached the third layer of the ground level. Second, the competition between the two of you! Jian Dong wins, Shao Han marries! Jian Dong loses, kowtows and admits mistakes, and parades the streets to build a business! Is there a problem?"

Jian Dong shook his head.

Shao Han also shook his head.

The eyes of the two never left each other, and Jian Dong was calm...... But Shao Han made a little wave...... Why, she can't see through his class cultivation?

The white-robed envoy nodded, and continued, "This competition is intended to be a competition, of course! Life and death, each has a destiny! Good luck to you!"

"Huh"

The figure of the white-robed messenger disappeared again......

With a puddle of palms, the fiery red long knife floated in the void, scattered around with a strong sense of oppression, and a faint light surrounded Jian Dong's body, Jian Dong stared at Shao Han, "A one-year appointment!

"The tournament begins !!"