May 5, 8627 in the heavenly calendar, the day of the Demon Martial Conference.

The gongs and drums in Xiuliang Palace are noisy, firecrackers are ringing, red flags are displayed, and there are crowds of people, oh no, demon mountains and demon seas. Ten thousand flowers bloomed into the shape of the Demon Martial Conference to welcome you, and the Demon King Huo Rulin sat on the high-level green jade throne, and the red carpet was spread out a hundred meters away. The demons were jubilant, the beasts rose out, and the sky became darker and darker, even if it was Tianzun Shuoyang, the light was hidden.

The popularity is surging, and all the major sects gather, and the energy ripples on the scene are woven into a tight net, automatically excluding those who are too low in demonic power. You can only enter the arena if the magic power value is above 100, and you can participate in the battle only if the magic power value is above 100.

In a short time, Lingyuan Pavilion, Bingchengmen, Gray Ling Faction, Douniao Mountain, and Baiqi Mountain have all arrived, and there is one more rising star Xiahou this year. The Xiahou clan is qualified to enter the immortal cultivation clan, which makes everyone scratch their heads.

The huge word "Wu" in the middle of the ground can faintly see the old blood, and countless heroes have been injured and even sacrificed here throughout the ages, leaving life and death behind for the sake of honor.

The six people of Baijishan entered unhurriedly, Yuan Zhongli looked like he was holding a bag of dried fruits, and Yuan Miao's legs were weak, and he felt that his senior brother really overestimated her. Yuan Su didn't have any expression, and Yuan Yan looked back at Yuan Cha from time to time, for fear that the ripples of the spell on the spot would hurt her.

The most serious thing is Yuan Chi, he nervously calculates the probability of winning and losing, and plans to press a big one to make a little money for Baiji Mountain.

Yuan Miao was so scared that she was about to cry, and she couldn't feel at ease in her seat, and everyone was a little angry.

"Don't be nervous, just wipe your sweat. ”

Yuan Zhongli gave her a piece of paper intimately.

"Thank you, little sparrow. ”

Yuan Mi Yi took it and wiped the beads of sweat off his forehead.

"I forgot to mention that piece of paper I just used to wipe my nose. ”

Yuan Zhongli cocked Erlang's legs.

Yuan Ethereal: "......"

It's another day when I want to kill Yuan Zhongli.

"Welcome to the 2020th Demon Martial Arts Conference, I am the host of this conference. The opponent will be determined by the lottery method, and the contestants are requested to enter the lottery in order. ”

A pleasant voice sounded, and Qin Zhi was the youngest daughter of the demon king, an elegant white dragon. The auspicious clouds support her body, like the elf in the sea of flowers in a dream, and she is the sweetheart of thousands of male demons.

Yuan Ethereal is a little strange, how can Yuan Zhongli guarantee that she will smoke the Dark Groan?

Yuan Su's five apprentices all went over to draw lots, and in order, Yuan Miao was the last to draw. When she opened the note, two clear words fell into her eyes:

Groaning.

Well, sure enough, there is nothing that Yuan Zhongli can't do.

Yuan Miao was a little curious about who Yuan Zhongli was pumping, because his expression was so exciting, he first opened his eyes wide and then frowned, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and then shook unconsciously.

"Sparrow, who are you smoking?"

Yuan Miao secretly approached.

"Nothing. ”

Yuan Zhongli swallowed the note with a mouthful.

"You're poisonous!"

Yuan Ethereal covered his face, is Yuan Zhongli crazy! If you don't tell her, you won't tell her, and you won't eat it!

"Hey, it's so unpalatable. ”

Then Yuan Zhongli spit out the note with saliva again.

Yuan Ethereal: "......"

Temeow disgusting open the door to disgusting, disgusting to home.

always felt that the strokes on the note were somewhat familiar, and Yuan Miao secretly pulled Yuan Yan's sleeve:

"Senior Brother Yuanyan, tell me, who is Zhongli smoking?"

Yuan pouted angrily:

"Good junior sister, you don't care who I smoke!"

"Who?"

Yuan Miao asked.

"Absolutely not. ”

"Oh, I don't know. So who is Yuan Zhongli pumping?"

Yuan Yan pointed to the white clothes not far away:

"Xiahou Jinmubei. ”

"Poof......

Yuan Miao almost spurted out a mouthful of blood, Yuan Zhongli drew Jin Mu ?!? don't do it, although I was looking forward to a fight between the two of them, but Yuan Zhongli's cultivation was known to her, what if she hurt the cute little Jin Mu!

A dizziness, no, I can't let Jin Mu get hurt, and I can't fight for my life......

Then she saw her note again.

Well, she might have been dead before they went to war, and there was no old age to fight for.

"A fierce beast that is so ruthless, it stands to reason that it should be very eye-catching," Yuan Miao looked left and right, trying to find the figure of the fierce beast, "Hasn't it come yet? Why didn't I see it?" ”

Yuan Yan pointed to Qinzhi's side:

"You see, the little guy sitting next to Kotoyuki is the Murmur. ”

Yuan Ethereal: "......"

Fierce, ferocious? This meow isn't as big as Pikachu! What is it doing? Asking for a hug? What, Kotoyuki actually gave it a lollipop?!

Yuan's ethereal mouth is big enough to fit a heavenly court.

Will people say that she bullies children?

Yuan Yan glanced at Yuan Ethereal, who was covering his mouth and smiling:

"It's better to be careful, don't be reckless if you can't beat it, senior brother will never agree to you putting your life on this martial arts field. ”

Yuan Ethereal held back hard:

"Huh, am I dying laughing?"

Yuan Anger: "......"

I'm afraid that the little junior sister has lost her mind......

The order was also decided by lottery, and Yuan Cha drew the first one, facing Fanhua of the Gray Ling faction in the wooden altar. Fanhua is a thousand-year-old birch tree spirit, and it has a good performance in the previous demon martial arts conference, and Yuan Cha, who participated in the demon martial arts conference for the first time, was a little panicked.

"Why is our opponent in Baiji Mountain so strong? ”

Yuan Miao held his head and sighed.

"There are twenty-four teams participating in the Demon Martial Arts Conference, twelve in the first round, six in the second round, and our Baijishan does not need to play the first two rounds to directly advance to the top six, today is the final scene. ”

Yuan Yan explained.

My God, Master, is he such a powerful old man? Baiji Mountain is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and he is a scumbag......

Originally, I was still a little worried about Yuan Cha, so I just waited for the win. Yuan watched the play ethereally.

Suddenly, the wind rose, the drums gradually subsided, and the competition began. Yuan Cha saluted gracefully, and before the salute was finished, Fan Hua stretched out his birch branch and attacked Yuan Cha unceremoniously.

Yuan Cha didn't panic at all and got up to fight, the sword blade flicked away Fanhua's sharp branches, Fanhua used the branches as swords, confused Yuancha's eyes with the speed advantage, and sneaked up on her shoulder with his left hand. Yuan Cha dodged sideways, splashed ink and green silk and threw it back, and steadily landed in a dusty place.

"Be careful!"

Yuan Zhongli clenched his fists and watched seriously.

"Senior Sister Yuancha overcomes rigidity with softness, this martial art is okay. ”

Yuan couldn't help but admire.

"Of course, she's amazing......"

Yuan anger echoed the ethereal.

"Yuan Cha quickly dodge!"

As soon as he finished praising Yuan Cha, he hung up on his body, his left arm was hit by a birch branch, and his lilac dress was dyed red. The victory and defeat have been divided, and Kotozhi calmly announced:

"In the first game, the Gray Ling faction wins!"

No one expected that Yuancha would lose!