Chapter 118: The Wind Rises

At the top of a low mountain, there is a flat square, all paved with hard black gold rock, and this is the dueling arena.

At this moment, the dueling arena was crowded with people, lively and lively, and there were figures everywhere, gathered next to the dueling platform, and streamers flew in the sky from time to time.

In the triennial sect competition, all the inner and outer disciples of the Spirit Beast Sect will participate, and the disciples who have been in retreat all the year round, as well as the disciples who have been adventuring outside all the year round, have all appeared here at this moment, so there are many strange figures.

The competition between the outer disciples and the inner disciples was divided into two different venues, not together.

In the entire Spirit Beast Sect, there are nearly 10,000 outer disciples, so the area of the outer disciples is very crowded, and at a glance, a black figure swayed.

On the side of the inner disciples, it will be much more deserted, and the number of people in the five courtyards combined is only five or six hundred, which shows how difficult it is to break through to the foundation building period.

Deacon disciples in black uniforms kept moving around the crowd, maintaining order and discipline.

On the high platform on all sides, there were already many figures seated, these were the elders of the various academies, and there were some true disciples, all of whom were monks of the Jindan period.

In the center of the position, the head of the door struggled with his eyes slightly closed, as if he was pretending to sleep, waiting for the start of the competition.

On the right hand side of the head, there is a middle-aged man in a purple robe, who is the master of the East Courtyard, Lu Xue's grandfather.

Next to him was a handsome man, who looked very young, but with a full head of silver white hair, which was very eye-catching.

He is the personal disciple of the master of the Eastern Academy, and he is also the second-ranked Wang Yu in the last sect competition, but now he has broken through to the early stage of Jindan.

Next to him was the master of the Southern Courtyard, with his personal disciple Shen Menglan, the position of the master of the Western Courtyard was vacant, and it had always been in charge of Elder Yuntu, who was sitting on the side with a gloomy face at the moment.

A dazzling white light suddenly flew from the sky, like a soft moonlight, making the surroundings a little brighter.

This white light slowly descended, and finally stopped in front of the venue on the inner disciple's side, revealing a man in a moon-white robe.

The few disciples who were originally blocking in front of him, after seeing this person, all moved to the sides very respectfully, consciously giving way to a way.

A new outer disciple, seeing this strange phenomenon, asked curiously, "Who is that, and others seem to respect him very much?"

A person next to him explained: "That's Bai Yue, the head of the family's personal disciple, the first place in the last session, he is very friendly, so everyone admires him very much." ”

"Oh, that's not this competition, he still takes first place. The rookie disciple nodded as if he didn't understand.

A person on the other side said: "This is not necessarily, I heard that his junior brother Mo Tianya has a purple spirit root, cultivation speed, and his strength should not be underestimated." ”

Moo!

A dull cow cry came, deafening, and I saw a huge green ox, with a pair of cyan wings flapping on both sides, and quickly fell to the ground, shaking up a puff of dust.

"Raging bull!" exclaimed from the crowd.

Several disciples who stood in front of him changed their faces slightly, and quickly stepped aside, with a hint of fear in their eyes.

This person is extremely domineering, very arrogant and unreasonable, and he will fight if he doesn't say the right thing, and many inner disciples of the Spirit Beast Sect have suffered his losses.

However, the mad bull cultivation is strong, and his strength can be ranked in the top ten, and ordinary people are not his opponents at all, so no one dares to provoke him.

"What's there to be arrogant, it's not like I've been taught a lesson by a newcomer. A feminine voice suddenly came to mind.

The mad bull glared at a pair of bull's eyes, his face was full of anger, and he shouted: "You sissy, wait for the next competition, don't let Lao Tzu encounter it, otherwise you will definitely break your bones." ”

"Hmph!" the feminine man snorted lightly, and said without fear at all: "Others are afraid of your stupid cow, but I'm not afraid, just let the horse come!"

The feminine man is also a top ten powerhouse, not much different from the strength of the mad bull, and the two wanted to continue to quarrel, when suddenly there was a slight sound of breaking the air in the sky.

This is a certain level of speed, and the vibrato that comes out, at least the best magic weapon, can reach this speed.

Among the inner disciples, there are not many monks who have top-grade magic weapons, and most of them are still using high-grade magic weapons, and spiritual weapons are even rarer.

Zheng Feng jumped out of the cloud shuttle and found that many people were looking at him, their eyes flickering, and there were several familiar faces among them.

"Do your best and stay safe!"

Suddenly there was a sound in his ears, and when he looked in the direction, he happened to see that on the high platform, the master of the Southern Courtyard was nodding at him.

Zheng Feng hurriedly clenched his fists in return, after all, he was still his master in name, and his eyes fell on a purple-robed man next to him.

Seeing his gaze, this person showed a faint smile at him, and guessed in his heart that this person should be the master of the East Courtyard.

Suddenly, I felt a cold and piercing feeling, and I saw that the white-haired man beside the master of the East Courtyard was staring at him with a grim face, as if he wanted to devour him alive, with a very strong murderous aura.

"Compared to this person, it is Wang Yu, who has a crush on Lu Xue. Zheng Feng's heart immediately understood, ignoring the other party at all, retracting his gaze, choosing a remote corner to stand, and waiting for the competition to start.

Wang Yu on the high platform, the anger in his heart surged out at this moment, the other party's attitude of ignoring him made him feel a few uncomfortable, the killing intent in his heart was a little stronger, and he secretly remembered Zheng Feng's face in his mind.

"Look, that's that Purple Spirit Root disciple!" an outer disciple shouted.

I saw the entrance position, Mo Tianya was wearing a purple robe, his long hair was flying, and he had a faint smile on his face, and walked over slowly.

"I don't know who will win the first place in this competition?" said the elder surnamed Nanyuan Tian.

There is only one registered disciple under his command, and it is impermanence, and at this time, there is a cultivation in the late stage of qi refining, which is already a very rapid cultivation speed for a normal person.

If there were no two perverts, Mo Tianya and Zheng Feng, would be the most dazzling genius this time, but under the cover of the light of these two people, it would not be so obvious.

The old man surnamed Tian couldn't help but feel a little pity, but the top ten disciples of the outer sect were still a little sure of impermanence.

Wang Yu, who was beside the master of the Eastern Courtyard, spoke: "I was defeated by Senior Brother Bai Yue three years ago, I heard that in the past three years, Senior Brother Bai Yue has been practicing the Ten Thousand Transformation Techniques of the Spirit Soldier, presumably his strength should have greatly improved, haha......"

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