Taihui 350, June 14. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Early in the morning, it started to rain lightly. The dripping rain wet June in Sun Moon City, and also wet the clothes of pedestrians.

Sun Moon City is a city with four distinct seasons, warm in winter and cool in summer. But the peach blossoms that were transplanted into the small courtyard are still blooming every day, and when the petals are gone, another stubble of flower bones will grow immediately, continuing the next round of competition. I only saw flowers, but no fruits, and even the peach leaves were pitifully sparse.

I really don't know what is so strange about the aura of this cultivation realm! Chu Wuyan often thinks in his heart: People look forward to their youth and their faces are not old, could it be that this tree also has the same thoughts?

With a smile, Chu Wuyan gathered his clothes, did not hold an umbrella, and slowly walked towards Yanwutang in the drizzle.

Recently, the martial arts hall has been very lively. The Feather League and the Anti-Feather League have become two camps, squatting in the martial arts hall every day to fight in the ring. In order to compete for a certain potential disciple, the two factions often smear each other and fight fiercely.

"Chu Wuyan, here!" Under the stage, in the bustling crowd, Yang Xin stood on tiptoe, tried to elevate his body, and grimaced at him from the crowd.

Chu Wuyan smiled solemnly, and the crowd in front of him spontaneously gave way to make it easy for him to rush to Yang Xin's side.

"Brother, look, although you are not yet an inner disciple, you already have their pomp. Let me tell you, even ordinary inner disciples may not be able to have this kind of luck! Oh, do you know the two on the stage? The short, fat one who looks like a little grizzly bear is a member of the Feather Alliance, and the other one, who is as thin as a matchstick, is a member of the Anti-Feather Alliance. These two are old slippery heads among the outer disciples, and if there is no big bargain, they will definitely not take risks. It's a rare thing that they actually appeared in the ring at the same time. I'm willing to bet that as long as they can win this competition, they will be able to get at least ten spirit stones when they go back. ”

The two people on the stage are both fourth-level cultivators, using spells and talismans as a means of attack. Now it seems that the situation of the grizzly boy is not good, and in the face of the enemy's attack, he seems to be very powerless, so he can only dodge in embarrassment.

Today is a rainy day, and in such weather, there are more disciples in the Yanwu Hall than before. On the left and right sides of the stage, there are monks from the Feather League and the Anti-Feather Alliance. On the placket of the disciples of the Feather League, there is a pendant made of feathers, and on the side of the Anti-Feather Alliance, it is a pendant made of silver-white metal, a feather and a sword, perhaps the meaning of killing the Feather Alliance. The audience was mixed with monks who did not intend to stand in line, or who were considering which team to stand.

Soon, Match Boy swung out a hand knife, and a pale golden knife shadow slashed at Grizzly Boy's left shoulder. The blood flowers bloomed, and half of the grizzly boy's clothes were dyed red, and the blood beads fell like rain outside the door. He had a white face and was drenched in cold sweat, but he didn't admit defeat at all, nor did he stop, and continued to deal with his opponent.

"Oh, good! what a wonderful move!" Yang Xin began to mumble again. Chu Wuyan just listened quietly, he knew that as long as Yang Xin opened his mouth, it would be difficult to stop. It is rare for a monk to talk so much, and in a way, he is no longer a child, but often acts with a little childishness.

The winning side continued to tilt towards the tall and thin monk, and just when many people thought that the Feather Alliance's side must have lost, the grizzly-like monk suddenly had a layer of blood around him, and his momentum changed, and he suddenly struck.

He sang again in his mouth, in an ancient language. The blood mist rose from the ground and was enveloped on the stage, as if covered with a half-transparent red veil. Red flowers appeared in the blood mist, and each strange blood flower appeared, and there was an extra layer of gray mist on the thin monk's body.

The skinny friar's face quickly twisted, and he seemed to want to throw in the towel, but the pain was so severe that he didn't have the strength to speak. The dead gray eroded into his body, as if it was eating away at his body little by little.

"Stop, we're going to throw in the towel this time!" said a leading monk on the side of the Anti-Feather Alliance.

But the referee on the stage said: "The competition in the ring will end with one side admitting defeat." Now that no one admits defeat, naturally it can't be over!"

"Despicable, you are trying to destroy his foundation! Don't think we can't see that he is using blood as a guide to forcibly introduce Huangquan Death Qi into the competition table. ”

"So what? Ring competitions are risky. As long as no one dies, even if you don't foul!" Since the last time the group fight happened, Tianshu Peak has arranged another monk who is considered to be an elder to take care of the martial arts hall.

On the side of the Anti-Feather Alliance, the male cultivator who happened first stared at the stage, and behind him, several men forcibly pulled him back. The eyes of these people were full of anger and pain, but there was no other way for them to stop the competition.

At this time, the male cultivator who looked like a grizzly bear smiled fiercely at this time. At this time, his eyes and ears were bleeding outward, and his plump cheeks gradually dried and thinned, as if something had flowed out of his body, turning into a blood mist, and also turning into a strange blood flower.

"Yellow Springs on the other side!" he spat out these four words in a strange tone, as if they were voices from hell, and they were very cold and permeating.

In an instant, a little red light appeared, and the blood mist bloomed into seven bewitching flowers. At the same time, the tall and thin man's complexion turned to dust, and the whole person fell heavily on the stage like a stone.

The monk in the Feather Alliance stood still, took a few healing pills, wiped the blood on his face, turned to the side of the Anti-Feather Alliance, and said, "Don't you want to admit defeat? In this way, we will win this game!"

The anti-feather alliance suppressed its anger and brought down the male cultivator who was covered in dead gray. Someone wanted to rush forward to take revenge, but was stopped by his companion.

As long as the living person is touched, he will lose his longevity at least and die at worst. Today we admit it!"

The victorious Yumeng disciple did not step down from the stage, he raised his hand and pointed at it, but it was actually against Chu Wuyan.

"Chu Wuyan, I want to fight with you, do you dare to take my battle book?"

There was an uproar in the audience.

"Chu Wuyan, I am also a second-level cultivator in the micro stage now, and it is fair to fight with you. Do you dare to fight?"

This is a shameless statement. This person used to be a sixth-layer cultivator in the Micro-Viewing Period, but because he used the trick of "Yellow Springs on the Other Side", his cultivation was directly lowered to the second-level of the Subtle Period. Not to mention the strange Huangquan dead qi in his hands, let's just say that he has the insight to see the middle of the micro period, plus countless talismans, challenging Chu Wuyan, a little guy who has only been in the beginner for three months, and he will laugh off his big teeth when he says it.

This is an extremely unfair battle, but it is not illegal in the martial arts hall.

"Chu Wuyan, you can't agree!" Yang Xin whispered: "The sect is allowed to challenge, but if you don't accept the battle letter, he has no other way." ”