When the red-haired young man approached, there was obviously a hot heat in the ice and snow. And although the heat is hot, it will not have the slightest effect on the snow on the ground!

Flying in the air, he is undoubtedly a celestial immortal. Seeing him come forward, many people who were not used to seeing the two of them flying across the sky showed relieved expressions. Of course, there are many people who guessed something from Lori's appearance, and their expressions were quite strange, as if they were waiting to see what interesting things happen.

Lori won't be happy to be stopped. She frowned and whispered, "Go away!" while glaring at the red-haired youth.

Although she has the ability of a fairy, Lori's demeanor and demeanor are still childlike, which makes people angry. The red-haired young man smiled when he saw this, and replied: "This is the Hanging Shandong Sect, I am the patrol deacon of the Eastern Sect, you let me go away, isn't it appropriate?"

Don't say that he doesn't know Lori's "Tianzi No. 1" identity, even if he knows, he is still one level higher in terms of status, and he is indeed qualified to say this. But in Lori's eyes, the level of status and status is just a false thing, she only looks at two conditions, one is whether she can do it, and the other is whether she wants to do it!

With a soft snort, she pulled He Yi to continue walking, not paying attention to the red-haired deacon.

"What a crazy girl!" the red-haired young man snorted, looking a little excited. Instead of getting out of the way, he burned a layer of flame on his body, and the immortal momentum was instantly released!

Want to get your hands dirty?

Lori frowned. She wasn't afraid of fighting, but with He Yi, who was still in the tribulation, she couldn't let go of her hands and feet.

She wasn't used to explaining, and she didn't want to talk too much nonsense with strangers, so a thought flashed in her heart at the moment, and she had a countermeasure.

She pulled He Yi with her left hand, and pointed her right hand on her chest, and a hideous huge wheel saw was condensed out of thin air under a wipe. The green and cold light on the wheel saw is uncertain, exuding a terrifying edge, as if she can cut people in half with a random stroke! Even if she doesn't have to go all out, with this treasure, she can also defeat many people!

The rising flames illuminated the snow red, and the green cold glow was more restrained but not to be outdone. Seeing that the battle of the Heavenly Immortals was about to break out, someone shouted first: "Let's do it slowly!"

Lori stopped, and the patrol deacon, wrapped in flames, also looked at the person who spoke.

The one who spoke was naturally He Yi. He squeezed Lori's little hand helplessly, and said to the red-haired young man: "This girl is a heaven-level disciple of the Inner Gate of the Hanging Mountain, and she is all her own person, so don't do it so as not to hurt the harmony." We are only here to watch the competition of the Eastern Sect to select elite disciples, and we hope that the deacon will forgive us for the rudeness. ”

"Heaven-level disciple?" the red-haired young man frowned, not knowing whether he was suspicious or unhappy that he had lost the opportunity to fight. He glanced at Lori, then at He Yi, slightly restrained his momentum, and said in the tone of an elder: "Although he is an inner disciple, he is not superior." The sect has its own sect rules, and it is not allowed to be indiscriminately happy. Now that the Holy Lord is in the Eastern Sect, he has been taught, don't blame me for not reminding you. ”

With a snort, the deacon turned into a blazing flame and fell back into the ice-carved snow castle, but it did not stop it.

The identity of a heaven-level disciple can be seen.

Lori glared at where he had disappeared before putting away the exaggerated wheel saw. Muttered: "I'll beat you up next time......"

He Yi secretly wiped his sweat, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief, allowing Lori to fly at a low altitude and close to the ground, so as not to cause more trouble.

Although the girl was not happy, she still obediently listened. However, in order to show her displeasure, she deliberately lowered the altitude of her flight to half a foot on the ground, and let the air waves stir up the snow, like a white tail behind her buttocks.

The battle of the Heavenly Immortals did not start, which made the disciples of the Eastern Sect who were holding the excitement a little disappointed. However, the battle on the side of Daxueping is just as exciting, and many people who are idle and have nothing to do are gathering in Daxueping.

Before arriving at the big snow flat, the brilliance that flashed from time to time was clearly visible, and the closer it was, there were more pieces of applause and all kinds of exclamations and exclamations, undulating, wave after wave.

Speaking of which, the people who want to be sent to participate in the Hunting Chen Peak Fighting Immortal Contest must undoubtedly be young genius cultivators with a Heavenly Immortal cultivation level or above, and almost all the people at this level are Inner Gate Heaven-level disciples, so there is no need to do any internal selection activities. However, there is a reason for running a sect, even if you know the result, you still have to go through the process. The selection process will not take too long, and this move can also mobilize the enthusiasm and competitiveness of many young disciples, which is conducive to everyone's growth. At the same time, this kind of selection can also make people more aware of their status in the Hanging Mountain, and realize more things that they can't see before.

From the perspective of the disciples participating in the selection, the purpose of participating in the event is much simpler. Most people participate in order to be able to prove themselves, to their masters, brothers, or their favorite sisters. Of course, it would be even better if he could get the top few positions in the same realm and become an elite disciple and be cultivated by the sect.

When Lori took He Yi to the outskirts of Daxueping, the battle in the field was in full swing.

The snow flat is more than ten miles in size, and at this time, the central area has been pulled up by the elders of the Eastern Sect with mana, a total of sixteen ice and snow rings, each of which is the size of a hundred zhang square. And the Eastern Sect Sect Master Fuliu personally applied the protective formation, and no matter how he fights, he can't break it. In the center of the ring, a higher stand rises from the ground, and there are more than a dozen figures standing or seating on it, watching the disciples' fight.

The Eastern Sect of Hanging Mountain is the one with the largest number of disciples among the four outer sects, with more than 35,000 people. Now the number of people gathered around Daxueping is probably more than half, including participants and pure onlookers.

Pingdi is not a gymnasium, nor is it a colosseum, so there is no such thing as a spectator seat. Those disciples who watched the battle had their own methods, some sacrificed the magic weapon of the immortal boat to lie down and sit, some rode on the back of the immortal beast and watched with great interest, and even many fell on the snow-capped mountains, ice towers, palaces, and highlands in the distance, relying on the superior eyesight of the immortal cultivators to look at it.

Although the number of spectators is large, it can be placed in various places near and far on the huge flat, but it is not crowded at all, but it is lively enough.

As soon as He Yi was pulled by Lori to Pingdi, he saw that there was a quite powerful battle in the ring recently. Both sides of the battle were young men dressed in white clothes of Tiger Head Peugeot disciples, and one of them was tall and wielded a long-handled giant hammer, and the method of attack was completely hard-fought and hand-to-hand. The other is a chic and handsome silver flying sword, and the sword energy is swayed into a net, which is very freehand, attracting many people to applaud.

When He Yi stopped, the tall young man who made the giant hammer just used all his strength, and the giant hammer in his hand instantly transformed into the size of ten zhang, twisting the air with his majestic power, and slamming into his opponent. In the face of the powerful blow that seemed to collapse the mountain, another swordsman with a dashing posture immediately pinched the sword trick with one hand, and sent the sword in his hand in the form of a dragon, and struck the hammer head of the giant hammer lightly.

One is arrogant, the other is chic, who will be better?

With a clanging sound, the tip of the sword touched the hammer, and the air seemed to freeze suddenly.

Those who were following the ring held their breath at the moment, slowing their heartbeats, waiting for the results to appear.

Airplanes~

It only lasted for a breath, and the stalemate was crushed to pieces by the stormy tide of power! The tall young man flew back with a hammer, and sprinkled a shower of blood in the air, while the dashing swordsman retreated more than a dozen steps in a row, his body trembled, and he supported his crumbling body with a long sword pestle, and blood also flowed down the corners of his mouth.

Lose both. Both of them are very strong, but it seems that the one with the sword is slightly superior.

The audience outside the ring applauded and shouted.

"Wonderful! Senior Brother Zuo and Senior Brother Ji are worthy of being the leaders of our generation, and this battle can be called a classic battle against the Purple Mansion in the flesh!"

"No, there are only three or five of our Dongzong who are most likely to be selected, and these two are one of them. ”

"But it's a pity that they got a piece so early......"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and the arbitration on the stage has been decided.

The white-robed deacon fed each of the two disciples a pill, and then pronounced the sentence loudly: "Ring No. 7, Zuo Changjing wins!"

The audience cheered again, and the dashing swordsman smiled slightly, slightly satisfied. He hugged his fist with his sword and said to his opponent: "Senior Brother Ji, admit it." ”

The defeated Ji Ao shrugged his shoulders and replied: "I have done my best." Senior Brother Zuo is worthy of his name, and the sword that returned to the basics can be described as the pinnacle. ”

Compliment each other, nothing more. The two politely said a few words to avoid hurting the friendship of their classmates, and then stepped down one after another and gave up their positions.

He Yi witnessed the fight of the last move, and with his attainments in physical cultivation, he saw a lot of things from under Ji Ao's giant hammer.

The "momentum" of the hammer is more powerful than the knife, but it is less sharp. With that hammer, Ji Ao undoubtedly exerted his strength to the fullest, but in the use of power, he still seemed to be lacking, and he only succeeded in using ten percent of his strength, and did not achieve a stronger destructive effect.

The deacon in the ring was about to announce the name of the next fight, but before him, a voice rushed ahead and said, "Although Ji Ao was defeated, his performance was quite good, and he can be given a chance to advance together." The same goes for others who are also doing very well. ”

The voice came from the very central high platform surrounded by sixteen rings, and it was the Hanging Mountain Holy Lord who was wearing a blue shirt and gently shaking a folding fan, the Dustless Child!

With the words of the dustless boy, Ji Ao, who had just suffered a defeat, stopped stunned, and immediately showed joy. At the same time, there are also many people who have drawn strong opponents like him, and they have breathed a sigh of relief.

With this sentence, they don't have to worry about Qiang and Qiang meeting too early and leaving regrets.

After speaking, the Holy Lord Wuchen did not directly sit back on his high seat. He beckoned to He Yi and Lori from a distance, and said again: "Come here, see it clearly." ”