Heavenly Courtyard, Tianji Pavilion.

Zhang Wuxian followed Murong Yan and said flatteringly: "Senior Sister Yanran, today, the battle list has come out, do you know?"

"See," Murong Yanran replied lukewarmly.

"I know, Senior Sister Yanran, I haven't always liked that waste entanglement, so I ask the elders of the courtyard to let me have a discussion with that kid!" Zhang Wuxian sneered.

"Well, Senior Brother Zhang is so good!" Murong Yanran said coldly.

"That's natural, in the martial arts conference, I will teach him a good lesson, and vent my evil anger for Senior Sister Yanran! When the time comes, Senior Sister will return to her free ......body," Zhang Wuxian said proudly.

"Senior Brother Zhang, Yanran is sick, and now retire!" Murong Yanran owed, and left quickly in order to wait for him to finish speaking.

Looking at Murong Yanran's background, Zhang Wuxian said secretly, "Wait, Wang Yifan, you are not worthy of Murong Yanran, it is me who can live with her, only me, Zhang Wuxian."

He wanted to turn the martial arts conference into Wang Yifan's Shura field, and several disciples of the family who had befriended him in addition to him were all arranged in Wang Yifan's group. Even if Wang Yifan can have the strength to go to his point, it will not be a problem to turn him into an idiot with his pupil technique. Presumably, the Murong family would definitely not let an idiot continue to be his Murong family's son-in-law. In the future, he became the patriarch of the Zhang family, and he was also a strong party. will definitely be sought after by the Murong family, after all, an idiot son-in-law, who is more valuable than the Zhang family, they understand better. Thinking of this, Wu Xian showed a pleasant smile.

Wang Yifan didn't know Zhang Wuxian's thoughts. The most urgent thing at the moment is the martial arts conference. This is an opportunity he must take advantage of. After discussing with Tang Yu and Su Duxue, Wang Yifan spent almost all of his time on cultivation except for eating and sleeping.

The shock brought to him by the dragon's red moon pupil made him know his own shortcomings, and only the truly strong and truly strong could be fearless. Only then can you protect your beloved things and beloved people!

After more than a month of cultivation in the mountains, Wang Yifan showed a faint smile after coming down the mountain: "Zhang Wuxian, don't let me down too much!"

The martial arts conference was originally a grand event once a year in Tianji Academy, and the top five could enter the Tower of Babel. Now, the new disciple has just been admitted to the hospital, and it has been opened in a hurry, and the quota has been expanded to eight people, among which the secret is not enough for outsiders. However, no matter what happens, being able to enter the Tower of Babel means that you can have the opportunity to meet the opportunity, and the benefits are self-evident. Everyone knows this, and the increase in the number of places this year has undoubtedly given more people the opportunity, and the students of all colleges are gearing up and eager to try.

The martial arts arena of Tianji Academy is magnificent, and the huge venue can accommodate more than 1,000 people. At this time, the disciples of the Dimensity Academy, except for the Mochizuki Pavilion, arrived early, although there were only ten people, but their expressions were serious, and their faces showed uneasiness, they were the lucky ones selected among the more than 100 people in the five courtyards in front of His Excellency Mochizuki, although the road behind is still very long, but it is not easy for them to come here, and it is natural to be ready for battle.

At this time, a group of people flew in the sky. Tianji Academy has a hospital, and there are rules that cannot be used in the sky. However, on the day of the martial arts conference, it is possible, and the purpose is naturally to see the heritage of these families, after all, the magic weapon of Yukong must be extraordinary. I saw a group of people in the air led by a square-faced man, stepping on a black giant sword, looking tigerish!

"Look, isn't that Senior Brother Li Zhi? That black giant sword should be a tiger idiot!

"Eh, who is that woman, this kind of appearance is on par with Murong Yanran!"

"Look at the posture, look at her flute, I don't know which treasure it is, but it looks quite powerful!"

The disciples of the underground courtyard under the stage became agitated. Mochizuki Pavilion undoubtedly represents the highest strength of the Underground Courtyard. Seeing the students of Mochizuki Pavilion flying over, there was inevitably a commotion in the audience.

At this time, Tang Yu and Wang Yifan were at the end of the team!

"I said, Brother Wang, are you so poor? Yukong's magic weapon can't afford to rub my fan! Two big men make a fan, aren't you panicking?" Looking at Wang Yifan behind him, Tang Yu didn't have a good breath!

"Look at this fan, it's big and wide, it's a waste to sit alone!" Wang Yifan said with a dead face.

Previously, after the disciples of Mochizuki Pavilion gathered, Wang Yifan learned that he was going to go to the sky. Five years ago, his master told him that it was a simple matter to control the sky, and it was a loss of style to rely on magic weapons. Therefore, Wang Yifan has already started to practice this exercise of controlling the sky, and he has already practiced this exercise proficiently, and he has already touched the threshold of the end of the world. But it's too early to show your strength. Therefore, he wrapped his face around Tang Yu and came to the sky together.

Waiting for the Moon Pavilion and his party, they fell one after another. The crowd began to stir. From a distance, another group of people flew in the sky. This group of people is different from the Mochizuki Pavilion, all the people in the Mochizuki Pavilion are panting for standard clothes, and they are dressed in colorful clothes, looking from a distance, they are purple and red, so gorgeous! I don't know who in the crowd shouted.

"Look, the ancient long knife, it's so domineering!"

"Lan Zhan Sword, look at it, it's Lan Zhan Sword, the ancestral magic weapon of the Murong family!"

In an exclamation, Zhang Wuxian led the people of Tianji Pavilion to the sky, and the ancient long knife was Zhang Wuxian's magic weapon to control the sky. The ancient long knife is made of a piece of extraterrestrial iron, and the Zhang family has found skilled craftsmen all over the world in order to create this piece of divine iron, and after several twists and turns, it has caused a sensation at the time. The Zhang family's passing on such a treasure to Zhang Wuxian undoubtedly confirmed his status in the Zhang family.

And this Lan Zhan sword is the heirloom of the Murong family, and according to legend, the ancestor of the Murong family used it to cut off the head of the beast god!

Flying in the distance, the students of Tianji Pavilion were all arrogant and extraordinary, and all kinds of magic weapons emerged in endlessly, and the mortal disciples below were amazed, they had never seen these famous or well-known magic weapons in their lives. The thought of fighting against these people makes my heart feel mixed!

"Look at the people, how neat they are, they are all magic weapons that can be named!" Tang Yu said to Wang Yifan.

Wang Yifan didn't answer and asked: "I said, why are you a fan, the same Tang family, how did Tang Zhan use a sword!"

"I also want to learn the sword, I don't agree, saying that the token of the head of the family is the fan, you must get used to using the fan, you see how chic, how elegant!" said holding his fan and turning over a flower.

Wang Yifan didn't answer, but asked: "I said, Young Master Tang, you are well-informed, explain to me, why we are all dressed the same, they are colorful!"

Tang Yu looked disdainful: "Is it a mountain cannon?" people are not wearing clothes, they are treasure armor." Look at Zhang Wuxian's glass shirt called Chaotian Glazed Shirt, which is not only beautiful and atmospheric, but also as thin as cicada wings, an ordinary magic weapon, it can't hurt it in the slightest!

Wang Yifan suddenly realized: "Oh, it turned out to be a tailor family!"

Tang Yu said: "You are quiet, you are heard, you can't be killed! The Zhang family is a first-class family, and one party is strong!"

While the two were talking, suddenly a divine consciousness struck in the crowd. Wang Yifan's keen sense took the lead in capturing the direction of his divine sense, and he raised his eyes to look. I saw a red eye looking at him, and that eye seemed to be the moon in the sky.

Tang Yu's divine sense is far less acute than Wang Yifan's, although he feels a chill behind him, but he doesn't know where the coolness comes from. looked at Wang Yifan in a daze, looking in one direction. Tang Yu also took the opportunity to look over. Now it's okay, both of them were stunned and entered the illusion.

This series of movements, where can escape Su Duxue's eyes, her main practice is this spiritual power. Seeing that the situation of the two of them was not right, he was ready to make a move.

But at this moment, I saw Murong Yanran coming to Zhang Wuxian's side.

"Senior Brother Zhang, Yanran has something she wants to ask!" Murong Yanran said gently, as if she could melt all the unhappiness in this world, and also pulled the corner of Zhang Wuxian's clothes.

Zhang Wuxian was concentrating on teaching Wang Yifan a lesson, but was interrupted by Murong Yanran: "Senior Sister Murong, what's wrong?"

When he was slacking off, Wang Yifan and Tang Yu woke up one after another. Wang Yifan is okay, after all, he has felt the horror of Chiyue Hitomi. This Tang Yu was scared enough, and he was about to fall.

Wang Yifan stretched out his hand to support him: "Brother Tang, stabilize your mind, it's Chiyue Pupil!"

Tang Yu then pinched the trick and condensed the qi, and ran the true qi for a week before gradually stabilizing his heart.

scolded in a low voice: "Damn, dare to calculate your Master Tang, don't force me to call someone!"

Wang Yifan said disdainfully: "Young Master Tang, are you just going to do this?"

Tang Yu said: "There's no way, if you can't beat it, just call someone!"

Thinking back on the scene he had just experienced, Tang Yu was terrified. Thinking that this was the opponent Wang Yifan was about to face, he asked worriedly: "Wang Yifan, are you sure?"

"The boat will naturally go straight to the bridge, don't be in a hurry!" Wang Yifan said plainly.

Wang Yifan's inexplicable self-confidence made Tang Yu a little confused. But he still chose to believe that there are not many people who can be recognized by Tang Yu so far, and Wang Yifan is one.

Suddenly, there was a bell in the main hall, thick and simple.

The disciples who were still whispering and talking about what they had seen and heard today all fell silent!

Looking from afar, a group of people walked at the door of the main hall of the Tianji Palace, all of them looked to be over half a hundred years old, and their beards were all white, that is, the wind was different and they were still young, and everyone stood still.

The disciples present saluted one after another: "Welcome to the dean!", this voice was deafening and quite imposing.

Seeing this, the old man raised his hand slightly, and carefully looked at the old man who was not angry and arrogant, and looked like his beard and hair were white, but he did not have the slightest appearance of an old dragon bell, and his voice said calmly and powerfully: "My Tianji Academy, I have stood on the Tianyanzhou Continent for a hundred years, and I have educated countless people. ”。

"Today, it is an annual fortunate event for our academy, all disciples, you must go all out to live up to the expectations of the academy! In this Babel Tower, what awaits you will be a great opportunity, and it can even be said that this is the first step for you to become famous in the world, and it is a rare opportunity on the road to cultivation. Disciples, let go and strive for the top!"

After that, there was another shout from the audience, and the disciples said: "Let go and strive for the top!"

The old man stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the young students in the audience, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion, he was the same a hundred years ago, and he was also in this martial arts arena, and he also had bright eyes like them, and he was full of spirit! Time has passed, but he is dying of old age, the path of cultivation, the way of eternal life, is like a vain, and he can't find any direction! Just as the old man sighed, Feng Wei silently walked to the old man's side and whispered in a low voice: "Dean, there seems to be a change in the Tower of Babel, and the tower keeper has passed the sound into the secret, please go over quickly and preside over the overall situation!"

The old man whispered, "Got it." Then, he took a step forward, but disappeared into thin air!

Seeing this move, the disciples below were dumbfounded, and bowed down in the direction where the old man disappeared: "Congratulations to the dean!"

After the dean left, another person came up from the main hall, this person's face was calm, his expression was serious, and he stood up with his hands in his hands and said: "The rules of the martial arts competition! First, the stage performance will stop immediately, and no people's lives will be harmed! Second, there will be grudges on the stage, and the audience must not provoke private fights! Third, the martial arts competition system is one-on-one, and others must not interfere during the competition!" After that, he glanced at the disciples in the audience, and said: "Tianji Academy, the martial arts conference has begun, and I hope you will show your abilities!"

As soon as these words came out, seeing him wave with one hand, dense golden fonts appeared in the sky, and everyone knew that it was the battle list. I saw that the golden font didn't appear for long, and it turned into countless golden lights and shot towards the students in the audience. Suddenly, the clothes of the students in the underground courtyard changed, and the original white Taoist clothes were tattooed with golden ground characters, but this was changed to other words. Wang Yifan looked at his clothes, which read: "Jialiu", and Tang Yu was "Bingsan", but this look was suddenly bright. After everyone knew the order of their martial arts, they went to find their own competition venue.

The martial arts conference is divided into eight venues and is held at the same time, divided into: A, B, C, D, E, G, and Xin. Eight groups start at the same time, each group of 10 people, a single group to win is to qualify for the Tower of Babel, according to this group, as long as there are no strong opponents in the group, it is very easy to win. Then the eight people who won were ranked again, and three of the previous five people who entered the Babel Tower must be defeated, but this time the martial arts conference will compete for eight people to enter the Babel Tower, and the final competition is undoubtedly more like a carnival after the game.

Seeing the list come out, Tang Yu's heart really landed, and it was not in vain that he sent out an ancient treasure, which was really the same as the list he got in advance. After everyone dispersed one by one, Tang Yu patted Wang Yifan's shoulder, and when he saw that everyone was gone, he breathed a long sigh of relief: "It's so dangerous, that old guy, you didn't lie to me! According to this ranking, it should be Senior Sister Duxue who is the first to play!

Wang Yifan nodded in agreement, and then the two came to the side of the martial arts arena of the first group of E characters.

"The first words are that Senior Sister Mu Xue said to Song Wentian, it is said that it is a waste wood of the Song family in the Heavenly Courtyard. With Senior Sister Mu Xue's means, she should be fine!" Tang Yu said in a low voice.

"I think maybe your intelligence is wrong, that person seems to have a calm breath and orderly breathing, he should be a master!" Wang Yifan looked at the "Song family's waste wood" that Tang Yu pointed to on the stage

The subsequent development really confirmed what Wang Yifan said, the first two seemed to be testing each other after three moves, and after the temptation, Su Duxue began to attack with the rhythm he was good at. The result didn't work at all, and Tang Yu was terrified at this time, he went to the Tower of Babel, the only purpose was to have a chance to be alone with him. If Su Duxue loses here, he probably won't have much of the heart to go to the Tower of Babel!

After a while, I saw Su Muxue on the stage sweating, and Song Wentian was also panting, but judging from the few scars on his body, it seemed that he did not take advantage of Su Muxue.

Tang Yu couldn't help but wonder: "It doesn't make sense, judging from the information I have gathered, Senior Sister Dusk Xue can win in five rounds, how can she fight to this stage!"

Wang Yifan said: "One word, meat!"

Tang Yu was puzzled: "What?"

Wang Yifan: "Look at that Song Wentian, the pace and breath are not chaotic, but the breath is restrained, you can see it with a sweep of your divine sense, this is a master of the main defense, hand-to-hand combat is okay." Your Senior Sister Mu Xue's Rhythm Attack can't penetrate his defenses. It's hard to really do damage!"

Tang Yu had a bad heart, and began to really suspect that he had made a mistake in collecting intelligence, which was a big shame, and he didn't know how to do it for a while.

At this moment, I saw that the two on the stage fought again. Su Duxue put away the flute and put on a fighting posture.

Song Wentian on the stage looked at Su Muxue like this, and couldn't help laughing: "Senior Sister Duxue, my Haotian is innocent, but you can't break it with your fine skin and tender meat!"

Su Duxue didn't answer him, but rushed straight over, Song Wentian was angry again, Haotian was innocent, and the pale yellow qi covered the surface of his skin, wanting to take over Su Muxue's offensive hard.

said that it was too late and that was fast, Su Muxue hit Song Wentian's face with both palms, then Song Wentian didn't dodge, let him fight, and in an instant, Su Muxue's fists and palms were exchanged, constantly changing, and the surrounding spectators were shocked, no one thought that Su Muxue, who seemed to be submissive, had such explosive power.

Looking at everything on the stage, Tang Yu asked in a low voice, "Liuyun Palm?"

Wang Yifan nodded, the Liuyun palm technique is a set of basic palm techniques that are very suitable for women to learn, it can be said that she is a female monk, and she first learned this trick.

"It's over, how can you win this!" Tang Yu became more and more worried, and he couldn't wait to run up and directly put down Song Wentian.

Wang Yifan patted him on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "Don't panic, that palm technique has been improved, you see Miss Su's fist is constantly changing, it seems to be some kind of rhythm, there should be a back hand!"

Without waiting for the two to discuss, Su Muxue finished beating this Liuyun palm, and Song Wentian laughed even more arrogantly: "Hahaha! What kind of Liuyun palm are you, it's a mess, the youngest girl in our family is more beautiful than you!"

Su Duxue didn't argue and said lightly: "Really?"

After that, he took out his flute again, and as soon as the melodious flute sounded out, he saw that Song Wentian's Haotian innocence was shattered in an instant, Song Wentian looked at his body, but found that more frightening things were still behind, the internal organs of his body actually beat rhythmically with Su Muxue's rhythm, life and death, in an instant. Seeing this, Song Wentian said in a low voice: "I lost!"

The referee's elder announced: "In the first game of the E group, Su Muxue wins!"

Seeing Su Muxue's end, Wang Yifan walked over first, but saw that Tang Yu walked behind, turned his head and asked, "Just now down there, aren't you in a hurry to die, now that your senior sister Muxue is down, why are you still twisting!"

Tang Yu said: "Do you want to take care of it, I'll go by myself, don't be an eyesore!" Wang Yifan walked aside and made a gesture of invitation.

Tang Yu walked over and said wryly, "Twilight..... Twilight.... Senior sister!", seeing that it was Tang Yu, she snorted, ignored it anymore, turned her head and left.

Tang Yu looked at her back, unspeakably lonely

Wang Yifan said faintly behind him: "Since ancient times, there has been affection and hatred!"

Tang Yu ignored it and walked away, and at this time he heard a voice floating in the air, the fifth game of Group B, Tang Yu to Li Chengfeng.