In the No. 7 battlefield, more than 1,000 participating disciples all arrived, Lie Mingyang led the first seat of each peak and a group of elders, and walked into the only place on the White Tiger Battle Platform to watch the battle, and after the group sat down according to their rank, a white-clothed elder descended a few times, standing in the air, the so-called forbidden air prohibition, did not cause any suppression to this person.

"Gongsun Ao of this seat is chasing waves of the mountain, and he has won the trust of the sect master to preside over this event! A total of 1,097 disciples participated in the competition this time, and for the sake of fairness, the number of the competition venue will be determined by drawing lots!" After Gongsun Ao finished speaking, he casually threw out more than 1,000 bamboo slips, densely packed bamboo slips, and stood still at ten zhang of the suspended ground: "Start the lottery!"

The disciples who can come to participate in the competition, which one is not the elite of the Yanxia Sect? How can this height be rare for them? For a while, the vitality was staggered, and these bamboo slips were quickly divided.

"I would like to remind you once again that in this competition, you are not allowed to use magic weapons, talismans and equivalent utensils. The order of the game is first to last, and so on, until one person is decided in each ring, and there are 36 people left to enter the finals!"

"No matter who among you can win the spot, as long as you enter the finals, you can get a magic weapon! As for the rank, it depends on the specific ranking you get!"

As soon as they heard that there was such a reward for entering the finals, the disciples below suddenly became agitated, and even Xiaohu'er regretted not participating in the competition.

"Give you a stick of incense to prepare time, and the game will officially begin!"

As soon as Gongsun Ao's words fell, only about thirty disciples were left behind, and the rest of the people all rushed out of the No. 7 battlefield to find their respective competition venues.

"I'm Stage 3 of the Ninth Battlefield, and I'm in the order of five, which one of you are all on?" Zuo Duyun, who had reunited, was the first to ask.

"I'm the No. 1 stage of the sixth field, and the serial number is ten!" Mu Yiyi hurriedly said, after all, there was not much time left for them.

"I'm the eleventh field, the third stage, the serial number twenty-nine!" Yun Yichen took out his bamboo slip: "It seems that I want to go up first, you guys...... Come on" Yun Yichen smiled after speaking, turned around and walked towards the No. 11 battlefield. He was confident that Chiyuki would come over to watch him fight.

"It's okay, it's okay, I didn't run into each other!" the little fox patted his chest and comforted himself.

"You guys also go and prepare, let's go cheer for Brother Yun first, and we'll see you later!" The little fox looked at Zuo Duyun and Mu Yiyi, and urged him.

"Twilight, I'll go with you!" Luo Feishuang nodded at the others, grabbed Twilight's arm, and hurried to the ninth field.

"Sister Qianxue, then I'll go first, remember to come over and cheer me up later!" Mu Yiyi finished speaking, and slipped into the crowd to find his own competition venue.

The time has come, and the competition for places has officially begun. Little Fox and his party rushed to the No. 11 battlefield early, stood under the No. 3 ring, and watched the battle above.

Yun Yichen's serial number is twenty-nine, ranking third in the order of appearance, and it is not his turn to compete for the time being. Now in the ring are the black-clothed disciples of Tianhua Mountain and the purple-clothed disciples of Chasing Cloud Peak.

Black clothes vs. purple clothes, there was no suspense, and it only took a few breaths to start the game, and the disciples of Cloud Chasing Peak were kicked out of the ring.

"In the first game, Tianhua Mountain, Cheng wins in a whisper!" After the deacon of the No. 3 platform announced the results of the competition, he continued: "Please come to the stage with the second and thirtieth disciples!"

As soon as Tianhua Shancheng whispered and got out of the ring, two disciples jumped on the stage. One of them turned out to be Shi Zhen, the disciple in charge of Yujin Mountain, and the other was not weak in cultivation, and he was also a disciple in black.

"Black to black, you have to see it now!"

"That's not necessarily! That Shi is really an old man of Yujin Mountain, with Elder Mo himself, his combat power is comparable to that of ordinary black clothes!"

Before the battle above began, the people watching the battle below began to talk.

"Yujinshan Shizhen, please advise!"

"Galaxy Peak Miao Yingqi!"

The two of them gave a simple salute, each took out his weapon, and soon fought in one place. Between the swords and swords, waves of spells unfolded at the same time.

Shi Zhen can become a disciple of Yu Jinshan, and his strength is really not weak, but that Miao Yingqi is not easy to get along with, the long sword in his hand, the momentum is compelling, and with his hand grenade attribute spell, he is on par with him for a while.

"Which of them do you think will win?" asked the little fox.

"Of course it's Senior Brother Shi Zhen! Although that kid is powerful, he is still a little worse than Senior Brother Shi Zhen!" Yin Laosi's opinion was praised by several other members of the Yin family, and they all said that Shi Zhen would win.

"What do you two think?" asked the little fox to Feng Yuebai and Yun Yichen.

"I support Senior Brother Shi Zhen!" Yun Yichen did not hesitate and directly expressed his position.

"Who do you think will win?" Feng Yuebai asked rhetorically.

"Senior Brother Shi Zhen!"

"Then let's take a gamble, I'll choose Miao Yingqi!"

"Bet on what?" Brother Yun asked, raising his eyebrows. Although he didn't like this guy very well, he didn't delay the idea of gambling with him.

"Hmm...... Let's be smaller, fifty yuan stone!"

"Nerves!, why don't you rob it!" the money-loving fox decisively refused.

These people are arguing, the battle above the two has already divided the winner, no matter how hard Miao Yingqian tries, after all, it is a bad move, and he was swept in the knee by Shi Zhen, and he had to admit defeat.

"In the second game, Yujin Mountain Stone really wins!"

"Let's see, let's throw away fifty yuan stones for nothing!Oh no, it should be a hundred!" Feng Yuebai said with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"It's time for me to go on stage, Qianxue bet with him!" Yun Yichen glared at Feng Yuebai and jumped into the ring.

The little fox ignored Feng Yuebai, and her eyes locked on the ring again: "This time I will pay a hundred yuan stone, and bet on Brother Yun to win!"

"Don't bet!"

"You!"

"Okay, you two stop arguing, Brother Yun is already on the field!" Yin Wuxue saw Qianxue clenching his fist and hurriedly persuaded him.

The fox snorted lightly, grinned at Fengyue Bai with one foot, reached out to hold Wuxue, and turned his head to ignore him.

"Chase the waves of the mountain, Suo Qing!" Suo Qing glanced at Yun Yichen, and saw that he was only building a foundation for cultivation, and said with disdain: "This junior brother, your cultivation is also here to participate in the competition?

"Xianglin Mountain Yun Yichen, please give me advice!" At this time, Brother Yun, his hair has grown very long, and he has combed it into a son's bun neatly, and inserted a white hosta on the top of his head.

"Xiao Yunzi, come on! Even if we lose, we have to lose vigorously!" As soon as Yin Laosi's loud voice shouted out, Brother Yun's face on the stage suddenly darkened.

"Brother Yun will win!" Fortunately, Qianxue's voice also came at the same time. Yun Yichen's face finally eased, he didn't look back, just raised his right arm, clenched his four fingers, and raised his thumb high, and the momentum ignited instantly.

"Stinky boy, I'll show off when you win!" Suo Qing's face was gloomy, he reached out and took out his halberd, and went straight to Brother Yun to attack.

Yun Yichen's body turned sideways, and he took advantage of the situation to point at the halberd. I saw wisps of black thread, along the halberd, straight to Suo Qing's arm and spread.

Suo Qing's pupils shrank sharply, and he suddenly felt bad in his heart, and his left hand turned into a knife to use enough yuan power, aiming at Brother Yun's fingers and sweeping over.