Xin Tong's beautiful eyes were shining, and after looking for a long time, she couldn't find Chang Xi's figure in the lively and boiling martial arts arena.

"He's not a late riser, how could he be late for such an important thing?"

Xin Tong, who has always been sparse and never asks about other things, loses his square inch every time he meets Chang Xi who is late, Chang Xi disappeared twice, but he was able to return at a huge risk unimaginable to ordinary people. The beautiful woman in the black dress who was afraid that her lover would encounter some difficulties was in a hurry, if it weren't for the senior sister beside her who held her arm tightly and persuaded her with good words, I am afraid that this crazy girl would turn Jiufeng upside down again.

On the second day, the first competition kicked off, and the disciples of each peak and thousands of sects on the floating platform waved their flags and shouted, and the waves soared into the sky. At this time, at the bottom of the thousand-foot lake of Mirror Lake, which was hundreds of miles away, the figure covered in frost sat quietly.

Compared with last night, the yin and yang koi fish next to the floating robe are faintly plump and plump, and the black and white two-tailed koi lips have changed from three inches to a very slender seven-inch long.

The handsome boy who had been grinding all night was so tired that he was panting, his arms and legs were sore, swelling and aching, and he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the luster of his spiritual body became dim. He took a deep breath, his short body climbed up the stone mill with great difficulty, looked at the stone mill cavity full of viscous and thick pure liquid, pulled the corners of his mouth with relief, and a pair of small hands gently knocked on the stone wall, and the boy also said softly.

"Master, the sun is on three poles, and the sun is drying your butt!"

The surface of the viscous liquid of the ancient well without waves seemed to tremble for a moment, and there was still no reaction for a long time, and the figure of Yuehong, who had already been exhausted, became more and more dim, and she no longer urged, and her tender hands and feet were unable to spread out, and she fell asleep on the stone mill like this.

The viscous liquid, which was as quiet as deep well water, gradually rippled, and then bubbled like a boiling soup, and the pure majestic breath permeated, as if something was slowly awakening in the depths.

The two tentacles in the divine consciousness liquid trembled out, gradually dividing into the shape of five fingers, and the ten fingers supported the stone grinding wall, struggling to crawl out little by little. The viscous liquid twisted and changed, and gradually took on the rudiments of a head, neck, limbs, and torso, as if an invisible carving knife carved fine facial features on the skull, carving a gentle boy with a face like a crown of jade sword eyebrows and starry eyes. When the figure took a step, the divine consciousness liquid had returned to Chang Xi's original appearance.

The wordless temperament revealed an indescribable strange charm, Chang Xi bent down to pick up Yuehong, who was asleep on the stone mill, and couldn't bear to wake up this well-behaved boy who had worked all night for him, and jumped off the stone mill, he was the master of the space in this sword, and he mobilized the power of divine consciousness between his fingers, and the delicate sand like snow on the beach condensed into a delicate sand bed, placing Yuehong in it, the corners of Chang Xi's mouth curved, and he couldn't help pinching the small nose, and the body of divine consciousness gradually dissipated along with the stone mill.

When the gentle boy and Shi Mo disappeared into this sea of swords, the well-behaved boy curled up in the sand bed turned over and found a comfortable position to continue sleeping, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

"I wish the master a victorious start, hmm..."

The frost covering the face of the clothed figure at the bottom of the cross-knee lake melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, the sword bell in the Mud Pill Palace reappeared, and the King Kong body ran with golden light, and the palm of the hand that was frozen to bruise and withered like a corpse was rich in flesh and blood again, and the withered body faintly fit the true meaning of the cycle of life and death.

A pair of eyes slowly opened at the bottom of the lake as dark as night.

There is a winter thunder under the mirror lake, and the figure of a black and white yin and yang double fish breaks through the lake. The female disciple guarding under the mountain gate turned her head when she heard the sound, only to feel that there was a sudden flower in front of her, and there was an extra pair of heavy robes and purple bamboo fishing rods in her hand, and the figure of the black fox Qiu who absorbed the yin and yang pisces into her body smiled at the two stunned female disciples under the mountain gate, and then pulled out the afterimage of the Dao in the air, and went straight to the Qingyu Square with a ray of golden light.

"Heavenly Sword Peak, Liao Fan. ”

"Tianxiu Peak, Chang Xi. ”

The young Heavenly Sword Peak disciple with a blue robe on his back and a simple sword box on his back stood with his head bowed on the side of the martial arts platform and closed his eyes to recuperate, not in the slightest angry at the slightest because of the opponent's delay. Most of the swordsmanship practiced by the inner disciples of Heavenly Sword Peak is fierce and domineering, and the sword is drunk with blood, and the enemy is killed by drinking blood, and even the sword is as powerful as the sky thunder. If the disciples of Heavenly Sword Peak were thrown into the ranks, each disciple would become a thousand enemies in that battle array.

The rules of the competition are strict, and there will be no indefinite delay because one of the parties in the written test does not show up. This Heavenly Sword Peak disciple who was not very prominent in his statement shined yesterday, like a reef in the waves, he resisted the thousands of swords of the elite of Qingyun Peak without being defeated, and finally forbearance brewed for a long time, and when his momentum was weak, he broke out, and staged a peak show in front of everyone, and even the Qingyun Peak disciple who was unfortunate enough to lose in one move in the end couldn't help but feel that he didn't complain at all about losing in the hands of his junior disciple.

The thousands of disciples on the seat of Tianxiu Peak who were waving the red tide of Lamei were preoccupied, they searched left and right and couldn't see the figure of Senior Brother Chang Xi, anxious like ants on a hot pot, on the contrary, many disciples on the seat of Tianjian Peak were whispering to each other, all of them looked confident that they were determined to win.

"Senior Brother Liao Fan is really mighty, he was able to win Qingyun Peak yesterday, and today Tianxiu Peak can definitely be easily won, Tianxiu Peak has no half-step Yuan Infant Realm Yanzhang, just like a toothless tiger, there is nothing to be afraid of. ”

"It's been this time and hasn't come yet, could it be that Chang Kid was afraid of Liao Fan's senior brother Jian Bi Tianwei yesterday and didn't dare to show up to compete?"

"Maybe there is really this possibility, that Chang Xi is just a cultivator in the early stage of the Jindan Realm, and Liao Fan in the late stage of the Jindan Realm has almost no chance of winning, maybe it is for the sake of face that he dare not show up. ”

Many of the disciples in the seats of Tianjian Peak who watched the battle said a word, and they all stood on the side of their senior brother Liao Fan, and determined that Chang Xi of Xiufeng was afraid of fighting that day and did not dare to show up.

Sun Dapang, who loved money like his life in Tianjian Peak but was suffering from the fact that the martial arts arena was too wide to open a gambling house, listened to the gossip around him becoming more and more harsh, and couldn't help but say loudly: "But didn't Senior Brother Chang deter the two half-step Yuan Infant Realm of the Royal Beast Peak Jade Qianqian with one palm yesterday? ”

The thousands of disciples on the seats of Heavenly Sword Peak suddenly fell silent, and many of Liao Fan's friends stood up and wanted to argue a few more words, but Chang Xi's palm that pushed away the wind and snow wolf tiger yesterday kept playing back in his mind at this moment, and they were silent and unable to sit down. Those are two demon beasts that are really half-step Yuan Infant Realm, if Senior Brother Liao Fan fights alone, he may be able to win with the supreme swordsmanship of Heavenly Sword Peak, but if he faces two demon beasts that are obviously familiar with each other, the odds of winning are less than thirty percent.

After waiting for a long time, Chang Xi of Tianxiu Peak entered, and just as the referee elder was about to raise his hand to signal Tianxiu Peak to abstain, there was a sound of earthquake and explosion in Qifeng Peak hundreds of miles away, and everyone on the countless floating platforms in the sky looked back together.

A handsome young man dressed in a black fox fur stepped into the air.