Qu Mingcicada picked out a ray of light from the ball of light and injected it into the wooden card she received, the number suddenly appeared, she turned her head to look not far away from the team, nodded to the young man standing in front of her, and a light smile on the corner of her mouth melted away the usual coldness.

The young man in the early stage of the Yuan Infant was fresh and handsome, his eyes were full of energy, he was dressed in a light purple and silver robe, and he was wearing a purple jade crown, and he looked quite wealthy.

Seeing Qu Mingcia smiling, he was surprised at first, then looked at her with obscure eyes, and smiled helplessly. The two have not looked at each other for a long time, but there is an indescribable ambiguity.

Seeing this scene, it was not only He Miaomiao and Zishen who saw this, but the surrounding monks were all frowning and teasing with people they were familiar with, occasionally pretending to be unintentional and sweeping into the air, wanting to see what Xiao Changting's expression was.

But Xiao Changting was a monk of the Yuan Infant Perfection after all, no matter what he thought in his heart, it was impossible to show anything wrong on such an occasion.

With a smile on his face, he tapped the folding fan in his hand, and only looked at the ring in the distance, as if he had not noticed the small movements below.

"Is that a real person?" Zishen retracted his eyes and spoke to He Miaomiao, "A beautiful young man, looking at it is gentle and elegant. is not like that one, no matter how he behaves on his face, he is a little arrogant in his bones, and most of them look down on people. ”

He Miaomiao listened to his comments, which was very similar to the monks who were talking in a low voice around him, so he couldn't help but bow his head and laugh, nodded and replied, "Well, what you said is very true." ”

Zishen lined up boringly, and soon chatted with several Taoist cultivators around him, these people had been in Wanli City long enough, and they knew a lot of rumors and anecdotes.

The strength of Yuanying Confucian cultivation is not as good as that of Yuanying Zhenren, plus they have a peaceful temperament, and the foreign monks have no fear, and the more cautious ones are more transmissive, and the bold ones dare to talk about it in person.

Even if Xiao Changting was in the sky above, many outsiders had no scruples, and directly talked about him, Zhuqing Zhenren, and the Drunken Moon Fairy.

He Miaomiao had already heard it once from the monk in the inn, and she was not interested in listening to it again at this time, seeing that Zishen was chatting with people with relish, she simply moved her body and stood on the edge of the team to watch the fighting in the ring.

Of the three rings in the Ning Dan period, two of them did not have Confucian cultivation, the first ring was two demon cultivators, the second was two Taoist cultivators, and only the third ring was a Ning Dan consummate Confucian cultivator, fighting against the Buddha cultivator in the later stage of Ning Dan.

Buddha Xiu has three ring scars on his head, is tall and strong, and looks like a warrior monk specializing in martial arts. The gray monk's robe is close-fitting, and the trouser legs are tightly tied by a long black cloth, and every move is crisp and neat.

Every time he threw a punch or swept with his legs, the aura of the ring would tremble. His moves are not killing, and the other party is still difficult to resist, and his gray figure sometimes turns into an afterimage, constantly changing his position on the stage.

The Confucian Xiu who fought against him was wearing a black placket and a scarf of the same color, which looked extremely thin, as if he could be pierced with a punch.

His natal magic weapon is a black and red pen, the tip of the pen is made of high-grade animal hair, as his divine sense manipulates the rapid dance above the ring, the words seem to flash out of thin air, the ink color with a majestic and majestic atmosphere, like a mountain pressed towards the direction of the Buddha's flashing.

Buddha Xiu obviously has the advantage, and every move is extremely easy, but his expression is still solemn, without contempt, and he maintains due respect for opponents who are weaker than him.

Confucian cultivation is the consummation of the condensation, and the spiritual power in his body is more than that of the Buddha, and after the battle, he simply defends wholeheartedly, trying to delay until the spiritual power of the Buddha is exhausted to win.

If it were an ordinary monk, he would try his best to strike a blow when he saw this situation, break the defense and end the battle quickly, but this Buddha monk seemed to be dead-headed, and he didn't care about the other party's delay at all, and continued the original offensive without increasing or decreasing.

He Miaomiao secretly said in her heart that this battle was not interesting, and suddenly there was a light sigh of loss behind her.

"It's boring......"

He Miaomiao turned her head and saw that the person who had the same idea as her was a beautiful female cultivator dressed as a male cultivator, and when she saw her, she squinted her eyes and grinned slightly.

The female cultivator is also in the late stage of Jindan, her face is eighteen or nine years old, her melon seed face is small and exquisite, and her thin eyebrows and round eyes look very kind. She winked at He Miaomiao and asked softly, "You think so too, right?"

"Well, it's not interesting. He Miaomiao looked at the No. 3 ring, the two of them made no progress in attacking and defending, and if they continued to fight like this, I am afraid that they would not be able to distinguish the winner until their spiritual power was exhausted.

There are many monks talking about Xiao Changting and the three of them, and there are really few people watching the battle, looking for the same kind, the female cultivator is very happy, "My name is ...... Ji Ruyue, what do you call Daoyou?"

She paused when she said her name and surname, and her expression was uncomfortable for a moment, He Miaomiao knew that this was not her real name when she thought about it. But she doesn't care, anyway, when she walks outside, she never declares her son's surname.

"My name is He Miaomiao. ”

"He Daoyou. Ji Ruyue hugged her fists, smiled and showed two little tiger teeth, looking cute and cute.

The two greeted each other and exchanged a few polite greetings, and Ji Ruyue stepped forward and stood side by side with He Miaomiao.

"Eh, He Daoyou, look, the Drunken Moon Fairy is on the scene. ”

Before they could talk a few words, Qu Mingcicada had already called the number, and jumped into the No. 1 ring at the same time with a Jindan consummate demon path male cultivator.

The winner of the preliminary round is determined by the battle against the great realm, the winner enters the next game, and the loser is directly out.

Qu Mingcicada is unlucky, the opponent who drew the Jindan in the middle of the Jindan is a demon cultivator with a domineering breath and ruthless methods, and many monks are not very optimistic.

Ji Ruyue was also one of them, she shook her head and sighed softly: "I hope that the demon cultivator will have mercy on the jade, and don't start too hard, if it hurts the root bones and leaves hidden dangers, it will be difficult to cultivate in the future." ”

The formations and enchantments in the ring can sense a fatal blow, and once there is a move that the monk cannot bear, the teleportation will be activated immediately.

After all, the formation and enchantment are dead things, and occasionally they make mistakes in judgment, which requires the Yuanying monk who is guarding in the air to take action, either to block the attack, or to save people from the ring.

There are not many monks who have accidents in this situation, but if they are seriously injured, they can only consider themselves unlucky.

He Miaomiao didn't think that Qu Mingcia would lose, her strength could not be judged by the realm alone, only a few treasures could be suppressed, and the other party might be unable to move.

Xiao Changting gave an order, and the No. 1 ring suddenly exploded with thick black smoke, and the demonic qi quickly condensed into a strange human form behind the male cultivator, and it was suspended in the air violently.

The man who had turned into demonic energy, with a single horn on his head and sharp fangs in his mouth, held two battle axes in his hand, and roared silently and rushed forward.

Qu Ming Cicada Tsing Yi is windless and automatic, his eyes are like torches, burning with fierce battle intent, his body flashes and jumps into the air, sacrificing a turquoise flute, as if wielding a sword, and hundreds of dark lights are sacrificed in the blink of an eye.

The dense light condensed into a large net, and the moment it gathered, a melodious song sounded, shaking the formation enchantment slightly.