The size of the number has nothing to do with the order of play, and when the monks with the same number are played, the light curtain on the side of the ring shows the number of numbers, and it is the turn of the number to play.

The three of them were not in a hurry to find an opponent with the same number, and after collecting the token and entering the square enchantment, they found a place with few people to watch the battle.

The battle between Qu Mingcicada and the demon cultivator made the later competition a little boring, and the three Ning Dan stage rings were all plain, and no matter which one of the monks had little merit.

This is also because there is no restriction on the participation of monks, everyone's strength is uneven, even if there are really monks with hole cards, they can easily pass the level, and there is no need to play all the means in the preliminary round.

Only by making it all the way to the final arena can you compete with a truly evenly matched opponent, and at that point, every fight will be more intense.

The three people watching the battle were not very interesting and chatted distractedly. Ji Ruyue has a cheerful temperament, with the innocence and coquettishness unique to a monk from a big family, and her emotions are written on her face, and it is not difficult to intersect.

The three of them quickly got acquainted, and the more they chatted, the more they felt that they were in love, and even exchanged messengers, agreeing to go to the northwest battlefield together for training.

"By the way, I don't know which realm the two Daoists are from?" Ji Ruyue asked first, and then reported to herself, "I was teleported from the Qianyuan Realm. ”

Her words were more subtle, not saying that she was a monk in the Qianyuan Realm, but that she had teleported here from there, and she was obviously not in that realm originally. But she looked frank and did not deliberately lie or conceal it, and He Miaomiao and Zishen did not feel inappropriate.

The disciples of the big clans will hide their identities when they walk outside, which can not only prevent people with intentions from seeking money and killing people, but also prevent speculative villains from making friends with a purpose.

In addition, every big clan has a rival, and it is safer for juniors not to report their families when they are training outside.

"Our brother and sister are from the Canglan realm. "He Miaomiao doesn't shy away from coming from, the Canglan realm is so big, they changed their names and collected the marks in the corners of their eyes, and no one will think of the Zijia at all.

When Ji Ruyue heard Canglan, her round eyes flashed with a sparkling light, and she looked very yearning, "What a coincidence! I went out this time, just because I wanted to go to the Canglan Realm to practice!"

"Oh, could it be that Ji Daoyou has friends there?" Zi Shen felt a little surprised, monks from the Great Realm are generally difficult to look down on the medium-sized Immortal Cultivation Realm, and it is reasonable to walk around casually when passing by, and few of them go to experience it.

After all, everything that the medium-sized realm has, the large-scale realm will only be more and better. There are not many naturally derived secret realms in the Canglan Realm, and there are many realms such as Haotian, Blood Moon, and Futu.

Ji Ruyue was silent, smiled and shook her head, "It's not a friend either...... It is...... I just want to find some people, but I don't know if I can find them. They...... It's an old friend at home. ”

Seeing that she was vague and didn't seem to know how to explain, Zishen hurriedly opened her mouth to divert the topic, "I see! There are a few places in the Canglan Realm that are worth visiting, if you are interested, you can go shopping at that time." ”

He picked the East China Sea, Jinshan, Beiyuan and Feixing Mountain, and gave Ji Ruyue a general overview of the situation, and He Miaomiao also talked about the distribution of Canglan forces on the side, and quickly led the topic to the experience.

The two of them didn't want to explore her private affairs, but they just asked casually with curiosity, not knowing that she would be embarrassed by this. They have something to hide, they can't blindly ask others to trust them wholeheartedly, and they feel much more relaxed when they can divert the topic.

Ji Ruyue was a little embarrassed, kept thanking the two, and said that the ring match was over, and she wanted to invite them to go to Yunmeng Hall to drink together.

"Ninety-six! Third sister, it's your turn!" Zishen pointed to the light curtain next to the No. 2 ring, more excited than He Miaomiao herself, "Third sister, go! Ji Daoyou and I will go to the front to watch the battle!"

"He Daoyou be careful, the other party seems to be an evil cultivator. Ji Ruyue pointed at Nunu in front of her, where there was a Jindan Consummation Female Cultivator, who was extremely angry, and the wooden sign hanging from her waist read Ninety-six.

"Well, I'll be careful!" He Miaomiao nodded, the evil cultivators were quite ruthless in their fighting, and they were mostly yin damage tricks, which were indeed worth guarding against. She nodded at the two of them and slipped into the crowd and walked to the ring.

Evil Xiu was dressed in a third-order high-quality blue skirt, with black and bright black hair tied into a cloud bun, and a third-order super pinlet hosta inserted, exuding extremely strong blood and energy, and he couldn't detect for a moment whether it was a defensive magic weapon or an offensive magic weapon.

Seeing He Miaomiao's arrival, the female cultivator was also watching and watching. She was dressed in a garnet red dress of good quality, her hair was tied up on the top of her head, scattered like a black waterfall to her waist, and there were no decorations or defensive weapons on her body except for the token around her waist.

"In the lower blue jade, I have seen Taoist friends. ”

"He Miaomiao, please advise Lan Daoyou. ”

The two looked at each other one by one, knowing in their hearts that they should not despise each other, so they smiled politely, jumped into the ring together, and stood on both sides waiting for Xiao Changting to give an order.

A "start" passed through the barrier into the formation, and the two figures, one red and one blue, turned into afterimages almost at the same time, and hundreds of invisible sword qi were entangled with the dark red blood light and exploded, shaking the ground of the ring slightly.

The rumbling sound passed through the barrier and reached the outside of the ring, and the monks watching the game immediately came to their senses, watching so many boring events, there was finally one that could be seen.

The formation enchantment protects the ring, and the outside movement cannot be heard at all, and even in order to avoid distraction from the contestants, even the figures seen are blurry.

He Miaomiao devoted herself to the fighting method, and Lan Yu was the same, the two of them passed dozens of moves in an instant, and immediately strengthened their attacks after testing each other.

The heavy black mist formed countless whirlpools, and the blood and evil qi permeated the ring, and in it, I only felt bursts of cold invading the body, and the spiritual power of the meridians seemed to be solidified.

He Miaomiao quickly ran the fire spirit, the fiery and pure power flowed in his body, and the aura around his body was like a scorching sun, emitting out of the defensive barrier, making it impossible for the black mist to get close.

When her figure flickered, Hanguang had already quietly burrowed into the darkness, hidden in the whirlpool of evil qi, moving with the opponent's attack, and there was no trace of movement at all.

Countless sword qi spawned out of thin air, splitting or picking from all directions, enveloping Lan Yu's entire person, and it seemed that there was almost no way out.

Lan Yu was not panicked, the blood on his body flashed, and the hairpin on the top of his head was particularly conspicuous.

The moment the blood light lit up, a large area of dark red mist floated out of the hairpin, combined with the black evil qi, and instantly turned into eight figures.

At first glance, these figures all look like herself, but their heads are smoky, and they can't show their real facial features and faces.

The eight figures rushed towards the sword qi, and in an instant, they were split and recondensed countless times, and the blue jade deity standing in the middle was no longer threatened by the sword qi.

There was a smile in her eyes, and with a move of her heart, she sacrificed her natal magic weapon, a small golden mirror the size of a palm, swirling and floating into the air, shooting out a dazzling red light in the direction where He Miaomiao was.