The three of them chose a ring with a clear line of sight and landed together.

Walking on the boulder square, the clouds and mist on the ground are rolling endlessly, as if walking on the heavenly court.

As the ring approached, the shield became transparent, apparently not affecting the spectators.

At this time, about twenty or thirty young disciples gathered in the square.

Probably because there was a tall and thin Linglan Realm master sitting near the ring, most of the disciples in the audience gathered in groups of three or five, or talked in a whisper, or simply communicated with each other.

In short, the square is very quiet, and there is no sense of hustle and bustle.

In addition, there are still many disciples who sit on the ground, close their eyes and recuperate, ignoring everything around them.

Obviously, these are the disciples who have come to participate in the competition, and they are seizing the time to adjust their state.

"That uncle, is it a referee?" Zhang Tianhua looked around and asked in a low voice.

"It should be, you see that there is also a Linglan Realm master over there. Yang Rongxuan said, pointing to another young man not far away.

Shen Yun frowned slightly, it was not polite to point at the Linglan Realm cultivator like this.

Sure enough, the young man who was standing quietly sensed, turned his head, and his sharp eyes swept away, and the frightened Yang Rongxuan and Zhang Tianhua hurriedly lowered their heads, not daring to say anything again.

After a while, Zhang Tianhua regained his hippie smile and said, "It may be that there are disciples or juniors of the family competing here." ”

Time passed slowly, and many monks converged towards the valley peak.

Of course, most of the monks came to watch the battle, after all, watching other monks fight, the disciples can more or less gain a little combat experience.

The auspicious time had arrived, and the tall and thin referee uncle stood up and announced loudly with an expressionless face.

"In the first game, Yougu Peak Duan Jiamu, against Seven Star Peak Hang Tianqi!"

This Jiamu is a young man who is slightly older than Shen Yun, with an ordinary appearance, and there seem to be mud stains on the ordinary gray cloth robe on his body that have not been cleaned up.

Hang Tianqi is a female disciple of Seven Star Peak, with a delicate appearance and a tall figure.

Obviously, in Qixing Peak, it is a scarce beauty resource, and it is usually like a starry moon.

When she saw Duan Jiamu's sloppy appearance, she thought that the other party hadn't had time to change her clothes after finishing her busy work in the medicine field, and suddenly felt that the other party had underestimated her, so her brows furrowed slightly, and she looked very dissatisfied.

The two of them saluted each other according to the rules.

The tall and thin referee uncle gave an order.

The two of them each took out the magic weapon and started to move.

The disciples who were watching the battle in the audience were in a commotion, and at the same time began to evaluate their heads.

Duan Jiamu drove a pair of bronze-colored Changge magic weapons and smashed them at Hang Tianqi with his head and face, without any pity for the jade.

Hang Tianqi's face was as cold as ice, and he controlled a fiery red flying sword, and he couldn't leave the opponent's vital point. There was another black light flying and hovering around his side, blocking the opponent's attack.

The two of you came and went, and it seemed that the killing was very dangerous, which attracted bursts of applause from the audience.

And Shen Yun yawned a lot, obviously these two had not experienced any life-and-death struggles, and they lacked combat experience. If you continue to fight like this, you won't be able to tell the winner in a while.

Sure enough, after fighting for half an hour, the two people on the stage were already out of breath, and most of their mana was consumed.

Shen Yun muttered secretly, if it weren't for seeing Zhang Tianhua and Yang Rongxuan watching with relish, and discussing fiercely with the disciples around him, he would have wanted to change to another ring just now to watch the battle.

On the stage, Hang Tianqi avoided a slash on one side, but he didn't prevent the distance under his feet from being uncontrolled, and his whole figure shook slightly.

Shen Yun's expression moved, revealing a look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.