As the boat galloped, the crowd had completely moved away from the Dead Sea and gradually came to the depths of the sea.

Compared with the Dead Sea, there are obviously more people here, counting the people of the Demon Clan and the Wasteland, there are probably nearly more than 10,000 people who have entered the Sea of Books.

Most of them have the ability to go into the deep sea, but the sea is very large and the water is very deep.

Endless.

Even if these hundreds of small boats collectively rushed out of the Dead Sea and set off the waves, the movement of the waves was very large, and the number of people who could see this scene was limited after all.

Hundreds of monks from the upper three levels surrounded Mo Qinghuan in the middle, and there were hundreds of small boats scattered on all sides to stop and watch, and black spots kept appearing in the distance, and it was obvious that the movement and news here had somehow been spread.

More and more people have noticed this scene.

Gradually, the monks of Chengyi also participated, and there were thousands of them.

The huge and dazzling big fish swam across the sea, passing through and turning over from the middle of Mo Qinghuan and the people around him, the huge fish tail emerged from the sea, the sea water dripped from the fish scales and reflected a little starlight, the strong and powerful fish tail slapped on the sea, the sea water surged into waves and hit both sides, and the waves hit the hull and then retreated.

The big fish gradually sank to the bottom of the sea and disappeared.

This is at least the chance of the four colors.

But no one looked at it the whole time, even if the huge fishtail toppled the waves and the sea fell on their faces.

It is very clear which is more important at this time.

"You guys really have a tacit understanding. ”

Mo Qinghuan stood on the boat, watching this dramatic scene, with a sarcastic smile on his face.

This scene is really tacit.

"Hand that thing over, I promise, and you'll be able to leave unharmed. ”

Zhou Yuan stood at the front, looking at her coldly, with indescribable hatred in those eyes.

Obviously, after chasing him for such a long time, he also learned the identity of the person in front of him, listening to the Holy Maiden of Xuelou, Mo Qinghuan.

"You promise?"

Mo Qinghuan looked at him, with a faint banter in his beautiful eyes, and then his eyes fell on his broken arm, and sneered: "It's up to you, what qualifications do you have to guarantee?"

Meeting her gaze, Zhou Yuan's face became gloomy almost instantly, and a trace of cruelty emerged in those eyes.

He Zhou Yuan, a disciple of the Holy Sect, ranked in the top 100 of the Canglan List in Huangzhou, the younger brother of the martial king Zhou Luo, and was respected by the people of the world as the little martial king.

A person with high talent is definitely not weaker than his brother, and he is admired wherever he goes, but now he has been frustrated one after another when he arrives in Datang.

Even a saintess who listened to Xuelou dared to sarcastically mock him like this.

How dare she?

"I'll give you one more chance, hand over the things, and you can live. ”

His face was gloomy and ugly, but fortunately he had not been carried away by anger, and he was almost suppressing the anger to say this sentence.

Miss Rui was silent from beginning to end, and Luo Fuyuan stood quietly without saying a word.

He is the face of coming on behalf of the Holy Sect this time, although it is to compete for the opportunity, but it is not good to say that so many people have bullied a woman and spread it.

Naturally, he couldn't go to the forefront.

"Do your words speak for everyone?"

Mo Qinghuan lowered his head and thought for a while, then asked.

"Naturally. ”

Zhou Yuan said lightly.

Luo Fuyuan didn't speak, and Hua Yuyao was silent and didn't speak.

The rest of the people in the Wasteland were naturally led by the Holy Sect and the Shangqing Palace, so no one objected.

However, the demon clan camp made a lot of cold snorts, obviously unhappy, but for the sake of the overall situation, she still endured it and did not speak, all the contradictions were not in a hurry for the time being, and she got the thing in her hand first.

"It's really a tacit understanding. ”

In the center of the crowd, Liang Xiaodao sneered at this scene, a little disdainful.

If you want to kill people and grab treasures, you can do it directly, but you don't want to bear the infamy, so you have to take the initiative to give it yourself.

When a bitch still wants to set up a torii.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Mo Qinghuan was silent for a while and raised his right hand into the air, and Liang Xiaodao noticed that her palm had been clenched tightly and clenched into a fist.

Traces of cyan gas flowed out from between the fingers.

All eyes were on her fist, looking through her fingertips to see through.

"There is only one chance, how do you divide it?"

Her voice rang out again.

The slightly noisy crowd also quieted down, and small boats kept coming in the distance, one after another watching from afar.

Zhou Yuan looked at her figure, and his face became more and more difficult to look at when he heard this.

The exact same tone, this woman's tone reminded him of Li Xiu, of the man who broke his arm.

"It's our business how to divide it, all you need to do is hand it over and that's it. ”

Zhou Yuan snorted coldly and said in a deep voice.

Mo Qinghuan's fingers loosened slightly, and the pale cyan qi gradually became thicker, and everyone couldn't help but take a step forward, breathing suffocating.

The pale cyan began to fade in an instant, and her right hand was gripped again, clenched tightly.

His eyes swept over everyone, and there was not the slightest timidity on his face.

"The opportunity is in my hands, if you have the ability, come and get it!"

Her voice was soft and cold, and a frost eroded all around, and layers of hoarfrost hung on the sea.

"Look for death!"

Zhou Yuan let out a loud cry in his mouth, and finally lost his patience, the bright yellow gold armor was draped on his body, he jumped high and the boat under his feet swept out, and a red gold halberd appeared in the palm of his hand.

slashed towards Mo Qinghuan.

Cheap woman, toast and don't eat and punish wine.

"The waste man with a broken arm, do you really think you are the king of martial arts?"

Mo Qinghuan's body turned to the side, and the fist holding the green light slammed out.

Zhou Yuan turned over in the air, the halberd was across his chest, and the whole body was blown out by this punch, setting off a sharp edge on the sea surface and then falling into the boat, and the bright yellow armor on his chest was slightly damaged.

The power of this punch was very strong, and Zhou Yuan stood up from the boat, his eyes falling on Mo Qinghuan's fist.

The face is a little pale.

This punch was not too seriously injured, and the most important thing was that he was actually beaten back by Mo Qinghuan.

He is ranked in the top 100 on the list of Huangzhou Canglan, and Mo Qinghuan is ranked sixteenth on the list of Canglan of Tang Kingdom, the strength of the two should be between the best, even if Mo Qinghuan's strength is strong, it will never be possible to blast him out with one punch.

Miss Rui was also a little surprised, and then her eyes fell on her right hand, which was slightly glowing with pale cyan light.

That's where the cat comes in.

"It's the most powerful opportunity in the sea of books, just by being held in your hand has such an effect, but it's a pity, you don't know how to use it, but it's a bit tyrannical in your hands. ”

The confrontation between the fields relaxed for a moment, and Hua Yuyao's voice suddenly sounded.

And then a step forward.

"This is my business, and it's not your turn to go to the Qing Palace to intervene. ”

Zhou Yuan's cold gaze looked at Hua Yuyao, and a slightly irritable voice came out of his mouth.

"Waste. ”

Hua Yuyao didn't look at him, and said directly.

"What did you say?"

Zhou Yuan's gaze condensed slightly, and a fierce aura came out of his body, and there was a dangerous aura on the red golden halberd.

"Stand down!"

Hua Yuyao's body was really swaying and fluttering in the air like a petal, far and near and then appeared in front of Zhou Yuan strangely, she gently raised a hand, her five fingers were as white as green onions, it was a very beautiful hand.

A beam of light shot out from the palm of his hand, and in the blink of an eye, it exploded in Zhou Yuan's chest.

The boat frantically recoiled on the surface of the sea and crashed into the crowd, many of them retreating to the sides, their faces shocked.

At the moment, they were in the alliance front by default, but this Hua Yuyao suddenly made a move against Zhou Yuan.

But what was even more shocking was Hua Yuyao's strength, just one blow shattered the Ming Huang armor on Zhou Yuan's chest, and the whole person seemed to have suffered a lot of injuries.

I am afraid that such strength is not under Luofu Yuan.

Miss Rui jumped up and helped Zhou Yuan up, and turned her head to look at Luo Fuyuan.

Zhou Yuan's gaze became more and more fierce, blood spurted out from his mouth and stained the armor on his chest red, and the incomparably strong killing intent spread out from his eyes, undisguised.

Luo Fuyuan was always silent and did not speak, even if Zhou Yuan was injured by Hua Yuyao right now.

The scene is still very long, and it is not time for infighting.

Someone wants to make a bird, let her go, why stop it?

She had lost some face in the Shangqing Palace in the academy before, but now that everyone was there, she naturally wanted to take this opportunity to get it back.

It's smart.

But she stepped on the Holy Sect's people to rebuild her prestige, which was stupid.

Luo Fuyuan's hands were behind his back, and his eyes were indifferent and gloomy.

"Are you the saintess of Tingxue Tower?"

Hua Yuyao looked at Mo Qinghuan and asked.

Mo Qinghuan didn't speak, as if he couldn't hear at all.

"Li Xiu is the young owner of Tingxue Building?"

She asked again.

This time Mo Qinghuan was not silent: "So what?"

"Give me that thing, and count me as owing him a favor. ”

Hua Yuyao continued.

The words that came out surprised everyone, the people and demon clans in the surrounding wasteland were all moving forward a lot, what did she mean by this?

This is a very good deal, give things to Hua Yuyao, the Holy Maiden of the Shangqing Palace owes Li Xiu a favor, and it will definitely be of great use in the future.

After all, the strength of the Shangqing Palace, even if you look at the entire wasteland, is also due to first-class forces.

Mo Qinghuan smiled slightly, with a faint disdain on his face.

"Do you deserve it?"

The atmosphere in the field was slightly condensed, and many people cast surprised eyes, now Mo Qinghuan is in a desperate situation, it stands to reason that the choice that Hua Yuyao provided her can be said to be at the right time.

There was no reason why she would refuse.

Unless it's really not

Damn.

"I believe that no one will choose to die. ”

Hua Yuyao's city is very deep, even if Mo Qinghuan was already pointing at her nose and scolding her, she was still indifferent, but continued.

As long as you can get this opportunity, no matter what you give, it will be worth it.

"How do you know I'm looking for death without giving it a try?"

Mo Qinghuan said.

It's a confrontation between two women.

Words are not speculative.

Half a sentence is too much.

Hua Yuyao's body moved suddenly, like a ghost, suddenly disappeared from the spot and then appeared on Mo Qinghuan's side, the boat under his feet followed like a shadow, and the exercises practiced in the Shangqing Palace were all domineering and immortal.

The two contradictions come together perfectly.

This palm was much more powerful than the palm that slapped Zhou Yuan, she was real.

She really planned to kill Mo Qinghuan on the spot.

There is no way to avoid it, and there is no way to retreat.

And Mo Qinghuan didn't have the slightest intention of retreating, it was still the same punch before, and the small fist held the blue light and blasted over.

Violent fluctuations came from the hands of the two of them, and the sea burst high on both sides.

Hua Yuyao's body shook slightly, but Mo Qinghuan retreated dozens of meters before stopping, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

In terms of strength, she is not as good as Hua Yuyao, even if she has the bonus of cyan light, she is not as good, after all, she can only borrow a little strength, and the bonus is limited.

Without stopping or continuing to ask, Hua Yuyao's body flew forward again, and her hands slapped mercilessly one after another.

Since you want to die, then I will fulfill you, and I will talk about chance after you die.

This is the style of the Shangqing Palace.

After all, Mo Qinghuan is the sixteenth strongest man on the Canglan list, even if he is defeated, he will not be crushed to death, but as time goes by, it becomes more and more difficult to resist, until he is slapped in the chest again, and the whole person flies directly upside down into the crowd.

She staggered to her feet from the boat, the wound on her back cracked open again, and her white dress was bright red.

Hua Yuyao's footsteps kept coming, and there was no fluctuation on that face, just endless terrifying coldness.

"That's it, kill people at will in this sea of books, girl, your courage is really not small. ”

Liang Xiaodao walked out from one side and blocked in front of Mo Qinghuan, and beside him stood twenty-three small boats, and on the boats stood twenty-three senior brothers of the academy, all of whom were monks of the upper three levels.

Hua Yuyao's body stopped.

The cold gaze circled around everyone and then fell on his face, and he asked, "The academy wants to meddle in this matter?"

Liang Xiaodao smiled: "Don't get me wrong, since the academy has opened a sea of books, then the opportunity will naturally let everyone fight together, and it will be no problem if it falls into the hands of any of you." ”

"Then please stand out and don't stop me. ”

"But Mo Qinghuan is a person from the Tang Dynasty, you can compete for opportunities, but you can't kill her. ”

Liang Xiaodao said seriously.

"As far as I know, the academy allows fighting when the disciples are fighting for the sea of books. ”

Hua Yuyao did not back down and said directly.

"So what?"

Liang Xiaodao shrugged his shoulders, and a pair of eyes gradually narrowed.

"If you have to stop her, then you will accompany her to die, and die on the way to fight for the opportunity, even if the academy is the host, there is nothing we can do, right?"

Hua Yuyao's faint voice spread all around, and thousands of people from the Wasteland behind her approached here, among these people, there were only a few hundred monks in the upper three levels, and the rest were all Chengyi monks.

The demon clan looked at each other, did not make any move, and chose to wait and see.

In the distance, there was also the Tang man who was originally in the chasing queue, his face changed slightly, and he stood silently behind everyone in the academy.

Before, it was a competition for chance, and they could also participate.

But now it is equivalent to internal and external disputes, and they must stand in line, and they will naturally stand on the side of the academy.

The number of people was only half of the number of people in the barren state, but there was no fear on everyone's faces.

The two sides are sloppy, and the scuffle seems to be on the verge of breaking out.

Mo Qinghuan sat on the boat, her face was like gold paper, and the injuries she suffered were not light, but serious.

But the right hand was still held rigidly, and it never let go of it.

Suddenly, the sound of a harmonica sounded in the distance.

The faint melody gently reached everyone's ears, as if with a magic force that calmed everyone down.

Hua Yuyao's brows furrowed, and she looked in the direction where the sound of the piano came from.

Liang Xiaodao also looked over.

Thousands of people turned their heads in unison.

There was a faint mist on the sea, and a ship came out of the mist.

There were three people sitting on the boat.

Three of them wore hats on their heads.

......

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ps: I originally thought that there should be two more chapters of content for the three of them, but I thought it was nonsense of repeated slaps in the face, so I just didn't write it, and I just appeared on the stage, by the way, there was no prize Q&A, who could guess who these three were?