The competition on the stage still has to continue. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Han Ye didn't immediately come to the stage, but a white-clothed disciple stepped forward, took out three bottles of pills and said: "This is thirty pills of spirit cultivation pills, as long as someone can defeat me, you can take the pills away! However, if you lose, you have to join our Feather Alliance! Okay, if you are willing to go to the stage, please do it as soon as possible!"

"It's actually Senior Brother Yang Zhao!" someone whispered around.

"It seems that the Yu League is trying to save face! Senior Brother Yang Zhao is now a seventh-level cultivator in the micro stage, and he can count his skills even in the Yu League. Hehe, if you want to join the Feather League, just go to the stage and admit defeat. This is a great opportunity!"

I only heard a clear Yue voice sound, and an eight or nine-year-old girl flew onto the stage.

"Yang Zhao, I'm here to challenge you!" the girl was dressed in white clothes like snow, and she stood on the stage of the martial arts and said crisply.

"Hey, it's actually Miss Mo Yao from Kaiyang Peak! Miss Mo Yao is actually a seventh-level cultivator in the micro stage, but it's very interesting now!" a viewer whispered.

Chu Wuyan was also wondering in his heart. It seems that although this Miss Mo Yao's surname is Mo, she doesn't like Yumeng very much!

Yang Zhao on the stage really changed his face: "Senior Sister Mo Yao, is this true? If you are defeated, you have to join the Feather Alliance!"

Mo Yao nodded and said, "Of course, if I win, in addition to the thirty pills of spirit pills, I will add one more condition!"

"On what terms?"

Mo Yao smiled slyly, like a white fox pretending to be a rabbit: "It's very simple, if I win, you have to quit the Feather Alliance forever!"

Yang Zhao's eyes were even more gloomy, and he raised his breath and said, "Okay, just like Senior Sister Mo Yao's words!"

The two of them each contemplated and sacrificed their magic weapons together.

The crowd was also interested. Seeing the high-level competition in the micro period, it has already involved everyone's Dharma tools and exercises, and it should be much more interesting.

Yang Zhao sacrificed a golden sword, and Mo Yao sacrificed a red sword.

"It's the Gengjin Sword and the Huoluan Sword!" someone in the audience exclaimed, calling out the names of the two magic weapons.

The two on stage have already begun to fight.

The sword light and sword shadows crisscrossed each other, and Chu Wuyan saw the gold and red flickering together, and he couldn't see the movements of the two of them at all. But seeing that the guardrail around the martial arts platform is windless and automatic, but listening to the sound of swords and swords is endless.

A quarter of an hour later, the sword and sword shadows came to a halt.

Yang Zhao's golden knife was raised horizontally, and the tip of Mo Yao's sword was raised.

A clear chirp sounded.

Flames suddenly rose from the Huoluan Sword, and the flames turned into a fire phoenix of a divine horse, spreading its wings and rushing towards Yang Zhao.

"Fengming Nine Days!"

The golden knife trembled, and the golden light on the knife was magnificent, and a hideous golden dragon was condensed to meet the fire phoenix.

"Jiaolong out of the water!"

The golden dragon and the fire phoenix collided together, and the fire phoenix suddenly dissipated, and the phoenix of the divine horse suddenly became so weak.

However, at this time, everyone exclaimed!

It turned out that there was still Mo Yao's figure under the fire phoenix.

At some point, Mo Yao flashed in front of Yang Zhao, and the Fire Phoenix Sword in his hand was firmly across his throat.

"You've become a phantom clone?" Yang Zhao exclaimed in disbelief.

He couldn't have imagined that the phoenix of such a divine horse, and the figure under the phoenix, were all illusory.

"You've lost!" After Mo Yao said these words, he put away his sword, jumped off the stage, and turned around and walked towards the door.

Yang Zhao's face was like ashes, and when he saw Mo Yao turn away, he suddenly jumped up like a frightened gray mouse, and begged: "Senior Sister Mo Yao, please stay, if you want to leave, can you take the villain with you?"

Mo Yao stopped, turned around, and said with a faint smile: "Yang Zhao, why did I take you away?"

"Naturally, it's because of ......" Yang Zhao wanted to speak and stopped, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and actually knelt down all of a sudden, and said in a wailing voice: "Senior Sister Mo Yao, the villain lost the competition, which made the Yumeng lose face, and returning to the Yumeng is a dead end!

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone in the audience also changed. Some people are shocked, some people are angry, some people are chilled.

Mo Yao's eyes rolled, and there was a touch of satisfaction in her eyes, but she said: "Yang Zhao, you lost the competition, and you will not be a member of the Yumeng from now on." How can the Feather League still treat you? Could it be that the Feather League will try to kill you because of this trivial matter? This is in the public, and it is not a good thing for you to slander the Feather Alliance like this!"

"What the villain said is true, and it is definitely not a slander! If this is true, let the villain die and break his bones!" Yang Zhao swore to the sky. "Miss Mo Yao, the place in the Yumeng is dark, Xie Lang has always been strict in handling things, and he is the head of the family, this backer is too big, and the villain will never dare to go back. ”

"There is such a thing? It is written in the door rules that the same door cannot kill each other. Yang Zhao, are you saying that Xie Lang Changzun knows the law and violates the law, and as a disciple of the head of the sect, he actually harms his fellow disciples and violates the rules of the door?"

"Villain...... Miss Mo Yao, don't be embarrassed by the villain. The villain is willing to be a cow and a horse for you, as long as you don't let the Feather Alliance entangle the villain. Yang Zhao said as he spoke, tears flowing, looking so pitiful.

Chu Wuyan looked at this farce and shook his head secretly. Mo Yao, he was thinking, did this girl have expected this scene a long time ago? If what Yang Zhao said was true, he could only go to Mo Yao in order to survive. And in order to curry favor with Mo Yao, he could only desperately discredit the Yu League. In this way, the darkness in the Feather League was exposed in such a grand manner.

The crowd in the martial arts arena began to stir, and a disciple of the outer sect in his twenties stood up and said angrily: "Yang Zhao, you spineless bastard, even if you lose the competition and leave the Feather League, you can't slander the Feather League like this! How many benefits have the Feather League given you over the years? If there is no Feather League, can you now have the cultivation of the seventh layer of the micro stage? I don't know that Entu will repay it, and Enjiang will take revenge too shamelessly!"

"That's it, Yang Zhao, you wretched, I want to fight you to the death. Yu Meng categorically can't tolerate you to slander like this!" A pink-clothed female cultivator rushed out indignantly, with tears in her eyes, and shouted at Yang Zhao: "The surname is Yang, I am really blind, I actually fell in love with you useless soft-footed shrimp! From now on, I, Du Ruo, will break off with you, and there will be no future!"

Yang Zhao raised his head suddenly, his eyes spewing fire: "Du Ruo, you shameless woman! As soon as something happens to Lao Tzu, you will come to draw a line with Lao Tzu! Hmph, don't think that Lao Tzu doesn't know, you have long wanted to kick Lao Tzu away and climb onto Xie Lang's bed, right? Maybe, you already have a leg with Xie Lang." Now that Lao Tzu is no longer working in the Feather League, you can wake up laughing in your dreams, right?"

"You just talk nonsense!" The pink-clothed nun was furious, kicked Yang Zhao hard, and shouted: "Yang Zhao, I fought with you......"

Yang Zhao also stood up alone, took a step back, stared at the pink-clothed female cultivator, and said viciously: "With your three moves and two styles, you still dare to do something with Lao Tzu? Hmph, apart from the little skill on the bed, what else can you take out to be embarrassing? Don't think that Lao Tzu doesn't know how your old lover died back then! You femme fatale......hearted poisonous woman?"

At the beginning, things were like a carriage rushing to a cliff, and it was completely out of control.

"Hmph, what kind of good thing are you, Yang Zhao, don't forget, how did you force the new female disciple of the outer sect to death last year!" Du Ruo's eyes were full of hideousness, and the whole person threw himself towards Yang Zhao, throwing Yang Zhao to the ground. The two monks, in front of everyone, fought hand and foot in disregard. While fighting, he did not forget to abuse and expose his shortcomings.

In the world of cultivating immortals, it is not uncommon for monks to fight the method, but this kind of fighting method is rare. Everyone pointed and pointed, and did not forget to listen to the dirty private affairs.

But these private matters are not irrelevant to the listener, and for various reasons, someone soon gets involved in the melee.

"It turns out that my junior brother was killed by you, a poisonous woman!"

"Okay, surnamed Yang, you actually stole my little junior sister!"

"Shameless traitor, Lao Tzu is going to clean up the portal for the Yu Alliance today!"

......

The monks who had old grudges with Du Ruo and Yang Zhao did it, the people in the Yu League who wanted to control the situation did it, and the people who couldn't get used to the Yu League also did it.

The battle between the two of them instantly fermented into a big melee, some for Yang Zhao and Du Ruo, and some for the disciples who were involved in the melee. Although there is a rule that the same family must not kill each other, isn't there still a "law that does not hold the people accountable"? The mentality of conformity can always bring the courage to commit crimes to those who are not strong-willed. At this time, if you don't do it, you don't do it, so who doesn't do it?

Of course, there are people who don't do it. These people, probably afraid that they would also be affected, sneaked out of the doorway.

But soon, someone shouted: "Block the door, someone wants to go out and report the news!"

I don't know who said such a sentence, but someone immediately blocked the door. The martial arts arena suddenly turned into a melee ring, and nearly a hundred disciples were dragged into the melee.

At this time, it can really only be a luxury to be alone.

There is no other reason, you don't beat people, but it doesn't mean that no one will beat you, do you have to be beaten like this?

So, Chu Wuyan also had to pick up his sword and start defending himself.

Then things took a more dramatic turn.