Han Yu, who was in a good mood, came to a remote alley thirty zhang away from the ring, and there were several ancient buildings nearby, so he couldn't see the battle situation in the ring at all.

Han Yu pretended to look at the mural on the ancient building with interest, but in fact, he quietly communicated with the mantis puppet with a trace of divine thought.

In an instant, Han Yu saw the fierce battle in the ring through the mantis's compound eyes.

In the ring, Wei Chuyang was facing a dark green robe demon disciple beside him, only to see Wei Chuyang's head-sized fireballs rushing towards the opposite side, and a small flag embroidered with spirit patterns was inserted in front of him, turning into a flame light curtain that would firmly protect it.

Not to be outdone, the man in the green robe held a cyan paper fan in his hand. I saw him wave lightly, and a fishy wind swept over, silently annihilating the fireball.

There were also five skull-sized skulls floating beside him, spinning around him, a strange defensive treasure.

The two tested each other for half a cup of tea time, and Wei Chuyang's eyes flashed, and he felt a little impatient in his heart.

I saw that as soon as he patted the storage bag, a small cyan seal of an inch appeared in his hand, which was thrown towards the sky and suspended in mid-air.

I saw his hand pointing at the small seal, and the small seal rose in the wind, and turned into a house-like size, surrounded by the aura of Shangling, shining with blue light, and the momentum was amazing.

The green-robed man's face changed drastically, and he quickly slapped the skull's celestial spirit cover one by one, and these skulls immediately swelled to the size of a wheel, and the hollow eye frame ignited a netherworld fire, which looked extremely weird.

"The prototype of the magic weapon?" There are naturally knowledgeable monks below, and they can't help but whisper when they see it.

Of course, the green-robed man's eyesight recognized it, only to see him grit his teeth, bite the tip of his tongue and spurt out a mouthful of blood on the heads of several skeletons.

The skull's fierce flames soared, and under the drive of the green-robed man, it flew towards the sky with a few whines. The speed of the skull at the back was slowly shrinking, and the front one was slowly growing.

After more than a dozen breaths of effort, the skull in front also turned into the size of three zhang, and the thick black mist shrouded around it, it looked like a monstrous demonic aura!

The blue seal also absorbed a huge amount of mana, and unceremoniously slapped it at the skull.

The skull looked at the green seal, only to see that it opened its mouth, and a black pillar of light the thickness of a water tank erupted out, and it actually resisted the green seal at once, and the two were frozen at once!

The green-robed man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, the corners of Wei Chuyang's mouth curled slightly, and his face showed contempt.

I saw him snort coldly, and his fingers pointed at Qingyin slightly!

The blue seal, which was stalemate in mid-air, suddenly swelled up again, turning into the size of a small mountain, overpowering the pillar of light at once, and slamming it at the skeleton.

The blue seal slapped on the skeleton, and the black qi around the skeleton suddenly collapsed and became invisible, and the giant skeleton was also divided into five, and fled towards the green-robed man in a hurry.

Wei Chuyang's face flashed, and the speed at which the blue seal fell sharply increased by three points!

The green-robed man's face was pale, and with a dash of his hand, four skeleton figures appeared in front of him in a blur.

However, this teleportation technique also caused the skeleton's vitality to be greatly damaged, its body shrank to a foot, and the flames in its eye sockets were extinguished.

But the green-robed man didn't care about the distress at this time, and took a deep breath and pinched the trick again, wanting to pull the last skull back.

But it's clearly too late!

"Bang.."

There was a loud bang, and the entire ring shook violently.

The green-robed man's face turned pale, and a mouthful of blood spat out.

The skull was practiced in the early days of his foundation building, and he practiced until the later stage of foundation building, and there was originally a possibility of achieving a magic weapon, but it was destroyed in a competition.

But it is normal for a treasure to be destroyed during the competition, not to mention that this person is still a righteous person. The Great Contest of the Righteous Path once every hundred years, that scene is much bloodier than a small ring, deaths and injuries are common, the most tragic one is that the genius disciple of the Righteous Path was forced into a living puppet by the witch of the Demon Dao, and the Righteous Path Elder Jie Dan who watched the battle turned pale, and he didn't go to the ring to stop it.

"If we lose this battle, the Blood Spirit will lose, and that thing will be yours!" the scrawny man stepped forward and said coldly.

"Accept!" said the man surnamed Dai politely.

"Senior brother, I...."The green-robed man in the ring wanted to retort, but when he saw the man's cold eyes, he closed his mouth and walked out of the ring unwillingly.

"Something will arrive in an hour. The man said lightly, with a somewhat weak green-robed man, he turned around and went back.

Seeing this, the man surnamed Dai didn't care and chuckled. After winning the game 5-4 in the ring, the owner of the door will definitely reward him for his work.

The disciples of the Demon Dao snorted coldly and left quietly, while the disciples of the Righteous Dao who were onlookers, after feasting their eyes, congratulated them a few times and left one after another.

Through the praying mantis, Han Yu, who saw the competition, was still a little unsatisfied, and was about to withdraw his divine sense, when he saw Wei Chuyang getting out of the ring a little weakly.

"Brother Wei, it's okay!" the man surnamed Dai asked with concern as he held Wei Chuyang.

"It's okay, the mana is too much, it's just a little weak. Wei Chuyang's face was pale, and he said with a reluctant smile.

Shen Tianxiao looked around alertly, and when he saw that everyone was gone, he said with a big grin: "That guy was too stupid just now, and he wanted to compete with Qingshan Yin." If he doesn't shake the Qingshan Seal hard in the fight, Brother Wei will really be choked!"

"Be careful!" said the beautiful woman with a glaring eye.

"Senior Brother Wei, you won a crucial game for us today, and there will definitely be a reward in the door. Now that you're running out of mana, I'll take you to the ashram to rest. The man surnamed Dai said gently.

"Let's go, I'm a little sleepy, and I still have to go to tomorrow's exchange meeting!" Yan Yue'er said playfully.

A few more people said a few more words, and helped Wei Chuyang, who was a little weak, to go away.

After another hour, Han Yu paced to the empty ring. A group of mortals were sitting and repairing under the command of several Qi Refining Stage disciples.

A deep pit was smashed out of the ring, which shows that Wei Chuyang's Qingshan Yin is really fierce!

At the bottom of the deep pit there were skulls that had been crushed to pieces, which were completely useless, and none of the disciples in the Qi refining stage looked at them squarely.

Han Yu also withdrew his gaze after just a glance, and he was too lazy to pick up the rags.

Walking to the wall and tucking the mantis puppet into his cuffs, Han Yu leisurely checked the jade slip and walked towards an inn marked on the map, which was specially designed by the Heavenly Wolf Castle to receive foreign monks.

This inn is located at the northern end of Sirius Castle, in a remote alley, the area is not large and very inconspicuous, and it is far from the other inns that entertain people, so there should not be many monks living in.

The only advantage is the price, only two spirit stones are needed for one night. The reason why Han Yu likes it is that it is clean, and the second is the price. If you insist on the third point, it is that there are fewer people, and fewer people means less trouble.

Han Yu's identity is very special, and although the phantom face is safe, there is no guarantee that someone will be able to see through his disguise. This is a good habit that Han Yu cultivated in Xuanhuang City, thinking about everything in case of everything, and being careful to make the Ten Thousand Year Ship.

Han Yu followed the guidance on the map to the alley, his eyes condensed on the inn sign, and stopped.

The signboard was several feet in size, with two silver powder words written on it, and when he saw Han Yu stop, a mortal immediately came out to greet him.

Han Yu walked in and found that there were not many monks in this inn, and most of them were people who didn't like to be lively or were withdrawn by nature. There was not a single monk in the hall or corridor of the inn, and all of them stayed in the room.

Han Yu nodded with satisfaction, took out two low-rank spirit stones from the storage bag, and told Xiao Er to ask for a clean room.

When he came to the room, Han Yu went through the events of the day in his mind, and wrapped the quilt without finding any omissions, and the person fell asleep.

Late at night, when many monks were asleep or meditating to refine qi, the thin man and the man surnamed Dai were taken to the building in the center of the Sky Wolf Castle by the monks of the Sky Wolf Castle.

After passing through countless prohibitions and breaking several prohibitions, the two came to a heavily guarded room in the "Heavenly Wolf Pavilion", where the three Yudan were sitting in the room drinking tea.

"The master of the meeting (the master of the door), senior Lei!" both of them were shocked in their hearts, and hurriedly saluted.

One of these three knots was an old man with a sword on his back, the other was a middle-aged man wearing a blood robe with a blurred face, and the last person was a silver-haired woman who was drinking tea and saw the two of them bowing slightly.

Not far from them, three white-robed women stood with their hands down, their expressions extremely respectful.

"Today's Zhengmo War has smashed my martial arts arena, and the two Taoist friends have to give some compensation to the concubine. The silver-haired woman said with a smile.

"Thunder Fairy, rest assured, we will definitely compensate at three times the price. The old man with the sword on his back said with a smile.

The man in the bloody robe snorted coldly, obviously resentful of losing.

"Then the concubine is grateful to Wen Daoyou!" The beautiful woman was very satisfied with the old man's answer, and thanked him with a smile.

The man surnamed Dai respectfully saluted, took out the cyan wooden box from his arms and handed it to the old man with the sword on his back, and then stood aside obediently.

The old man gently opened the wooden box, and suddenly a breath of ice came to his face, covering his gray eyebrows with a thin layer of frost.

"It turned out to be a thousand-year-old snow ginseng, and the concubine congratulated the Taoist friend first. With this snow ginseng as the main medicine, Daoist friends will be able to refine a furnace of snow pills. The silver-haired woman said with envy in her eyes and congratulations.

The blood-robed man showed an unhappy look, this was originally his blood spirit club who first found the rare elixir, but because of the leakage of the news, he was learned by the Tianba Society, and proposed a gambling fight to decide the ownership.

The blood-robed man was very confident in sending more than 20 foundation building monks with rich fighting methods, but he was still defeated, which made him very unwilling.

Now he saw the old man with the sword on his back open it in front of him, so he said coldly: "Old ghost Wen, why don't I wait for a competition?"