"Whew, Whew......"

Shen Yuan was in a cold sweat, looking at the opponent in front of him, his expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

The opponent is Luo Yin, a trainee night watchman from the Shenyin Church, one of the ten major forces, who is also at the peak of the Tribulation Cult.

The Hidden Church is a mysterious organization from the original Western Fantasy Realm, and they have a custom that newcomers must participate in an action of the law enforcement team to witness the battlefield of the battle.

However, this year's task was to win the top 100 in the competition.

In addition to the ten qualifications for the main competition that he was invited, there were also two disciples from the Shenyin Church, and Luo Yin was one of them.

In the center of the ring, the two people were facing each other from a distance, Luo Yin chanted softly, and the red mandala flower turned in his eyes, and the same flower also appeared in Shen Yuan's pupils.

Shen Yuan stood motionless as if he had been hypnotized.

He woke up suddenly, only to find himself standing in a twisted world that no one had ever seen before—

The moonlight shines on the calm sea, and the dark tide is raging below, and the moonlight is not a clear white, but a cursed scarlet.

Moreover, this sea is hanging upside down at the moment where it should be in the sky.

Luo Yin emerged from the sea, and large red water droplets fell like rain.

Suddenly, a killing machine struck, and the blade roared, tearing through the air, and countless droplets of water broke through the blade.

Shen Yuan knew that this was an illusion, but he was never able to move, and could only watch the long knife rush towards his heart.

At the last moment, a familiar voice poured into his brain:

"With the Tsing Yi Sword, the immortal energy infused by the immortals of the West Sea is the nemesis of illusion!"

Shen Yuan suddenly comprehended, like a flash of spiritual light, he quickly urged his mind to summon the green shirt.

"Ding ——"

A flash of blue light flashed, and the spirit sword suddenly appeared, blocking the deadly surprise attack.

Subsequently, the Spirit Sword Household Master Mechanism was triggered, and a clear spiritual mist poured into Shen Yuan's brain, and his eyes returned to clarity......

Strictly speaking, using the power of immortals in the battle of the Crossing Monk is considered cheating, but it may be that the supervision of the audition is not so strict, and the referee on the side did not say anything, it seems that he acquiesced.

The battle continued, and Luo Yin saw that the illusion was cracked, and quickly resealed, and the mandala flower in his eyes turned faster.

However, the gap between mortals and immortals is irreparable, and this trick is useless against Shen Yuan.

"Drink ——"

With a roar, Shen Yuan drew his sword and stabbed, and in a single thought, he entered Luo Yin's forbidden area.

A warlock being attacked by a swordsman is tantamount to a sheep falling into the mouth of a tiger.

Luo Yin saw that he was powerless to return to the sky, so he shouted: "Surrender!"

The sword came to an abrupt end, and the end was settled.

"Winner, Shura Dao!"

Shen Yuan, who lived for the rest of his life after the catastrophe, looked around, and in a trance, he saw an abrupt back in the crowd - bald head!

"It's him...... Did you just save me?"

Su Fan didn't expect to meet the eldest disciple of Haotian Sect here.

Although he was wearing a mask, he was instantly recognizable.

However, he didn't plan to come forward to recognize him, because he definitely didn't want people to recognize him when he wore a mask, so he just let it be.

It's like I don't want others to recognize the identity of the immortal.

Just thinking about it, Su Fan inadvertently caught a glimpse of an old acquaintance again-

Wang Ling!

Hey, I didn't expect this kid to come too, go over and take a look.

When the big dog saw Su Fan running to another competition venue, he immediately said anxiously:

"Uncle Shi, your game is about to start in another hour, why don't you rest first?"

Su Fan glanced at him and said lightly: "If you stay away from me, I will be able to rest." ”

"Uncle Shi, the next opponent is the chief disciple of the Phantom Night Gate, and just like you, he defeated the opponent with one blow......"

Su Fan interrupted impatiently: "If I lose, I will compensate you Lingcao." ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man sighed and left helplessly.

The world is finally pure.

Although Wang Ling's game was intense, it was definitely not exciting.

He lived up to his title of Son of Destiny, and whenever his opponent's attack was about to pose a deadly threat, he was always able to save the day, causing his opponent to begin to doubt himself.

I'm afraid this battle will become a demon in his monastic career.

In the end, Wang Ling won the game without complaint and qualified for the main competition.

"Cut, I thought he could grow up a little, but it turned out that he was still an old man, and sooner or later he would be blocked. ”

Su Fan left with a disdainful face.

......

The sky gradually darkened, and Su Fan finally ushered in his last audition.

At the same time, it is also the last of all auditions, because tomorrow the tournament officially begins.

For a while, the venue was full, and many scattered cultivators and small sect forces came to watch the ownership of the last ticket.

Several monks began to discuss:

"Who do you think will win this game?"

"Do you still need to ask, it must be the chief disciple of the Phantom Night Gate, I don't know how many years he has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes with six hands, some people say that although he is only cultivating in the Tribulation Period, his strength is above the Tribulation Scattered Immortals. ”

"I know, I know, I've seen him hang a Tribulation Immortal and beat him. ”

"Since he is so powerful, why do you still want to play the audition?

"Because his sect is not one of the ten major forces. ”

"Ah, then according to what you say, he is a typical pig and tiger, so isn't this game without suspense?"

“......”

At this time, Su Fan and the chief disciple of the Phantom Night Gate walked into the venue together, and everyone cheered:

"Phantom Night! Phantom Night!"

The momentum resounded in the sky, and those who didn't know thought it was the finals scene.

The big disciple of the Phantom Night Gate accepted everyone's cheers with a smug face, and seemed to enjoy this atmosphere.

He pouted and said to Su Fan: "Hear it, these cheers are all recognition of me, if you know each other, you will obediently admit defeat, and the provincial uncle will have to work hard to beat you." ”

Su Fan looked indifferent, "Oh." ”

"Oh what do you mean? Hey, stinky bald! Are you listening to me?"

Su Fan still looked indifferent, "Oh." ”

The big disciple of the Phantom Night Gate couldn't help it: "!"

"Drop, players are not allowed to insult their opponents, warn once!"

The referee showed a yellow card to the eldest disciple.

The audience was unhappy:

"What warning, isn't he right?"

"What kind of calf is this stinky bald head, didn't you hear what people asked you?"

"Dead bald and hanging eyes, at first glance, he is not a good person!"

“......”

Good guys, the personal attacks are coming.

Then Su Fan still said indifferently: "Let's start quickly, there are still vegetables stewed in the pot." ”

Elder Disciple of the Phantom Night Gate: ......

Su Fan turned to the referee again and said, "Hurry up, hurry up, the water will dry up in a while." ”

Umpire:......

"Game on!"

The two distanced themselves, and with the referee's whistle, the atmosphere became tense.

Everyone stared intently at the battle.

"I don't care if you're really stupid or pretending to be stupid, anyway, today ...... Damn!?"

Before the big disciple of the Phantom Night Gate could finish his cruel words, he saw a huge black shadow rushing over, and then his eyes went black, and he didn't know anything.

There was a sudden silence in the venue.

Before everyone could react, Su Fan took the opportunity to sneak away.

It's not that he wants to keep a low profile, he doesn't want to attract attention.

It's that he really stews vegetables in his pot.

Back at the inn, he hurriedly rushed into the kitchen and lifted the lid of the pot:

"It's okay, it's okay, the dish hasn't stuck to the pan yet. ”

He lifted the lid of another pot and looked regretful, "It's just that the beef stew is a little old, and it's all because they talk too much nonsense!"

"Smack!" a plate shattered.

Turning his head, the big dog stood at the door and looked at him with a look of astonishment.

Su Fan frowned: "Why are you so careless?"

"Qi ...... Uncle Yu, why are you still here?"

The big dog felt like he was about to suffocate.

What the hell? Shouldn't he be jousting at this time?

The tournament started ten minutes ago!

He's not going to forget about it, is he?

Su Fan looked puzzled, "Where else can I be if I'm not here?"

Damn!

The crazy big dog grabbed Su Fan's two arms and shook it desperately: "Uncle, master, my own grandfather, how can you forget such an important matter?"

There was a cry in his tone.

Su Fan kicked him away and said, "Sick?"

The big dog lying on the ground said with a helpless face: "Alas, accept your fate, Xiaoyun Sect is destined to decline." ”

With that, he slowly got up from the ground and walked out with his head drooping.

"Where are you going?"

The big dog said weakly: "Where else can I go, go home." ”

"Don't want the spirit grass?"

Hearing this, the big dog paused for a moment, and then said self-deprecatingly: "Uncle Shi, don't be joking, I know that you said to give me fairy grass in the afternoon just annoyed me and wanted to break me away." If it weren't for you, Xiao Yunzong might not even be able to pass the first level, so why am I embarrassed to ask for your fairy grass. ”

Su Fan said: "Why should I give it to you, it's good that I didn't ask you to charge." ”

Huh? Didn't he give it to me?

Then where do you want to go on this fairy grass, is it possible to fall from the sky?

The big dog was wondering, and suddenly, with a whoosh, a two-thousand-year-old fairy grass fell from the sky and fell steadily into his arms.

Is this okay?

The big dog was stupid when he saw the fairy grass man in his hand.

Could it be that he was also favored by the heavens and had the magical power to follow his words?

He hurriedly closed his eyes and folded his hands: "Trouble God give me a beautiful monk, grandma's has lived for five hundred years and has never touched a woman's hand......"

"Don't be a fool, I'm not God. ”

The big dog opened his eyes in confusion, and an omniscient bird was hovering above his head.

"What, do I look like God?" said the omniscient bird playfully, "Two Nine Rank Spirit Pills, hurry up, it's good for you to delay my run and be complained about." ”

Su Fan asked the omniscient bird with a smile: "Aren't you a spirit beast from Xiaoxi Village, why did you work as an errand for the Nine Swords Immortal Sect?"

"Whose money is not earned, there are a lot of spirit beasts like me in Xiaoxizhuang, and I will come out to take over a private job if I have nothing to do. ”

The omniscient bird suddenly realized something, and his eyes were suddenly full of vigilance.

"Why do you ask so much, take care of yourself, dare to go out and talk nonsense, be careful that I kill you. ”

"Wait, wait, can anyone tell me what the hell is going on?"