In the vast sky, below is the vast forest sea, and the fiery red sunset hangs on the horizon, and it is about to fall into the horizon. The darkness of dusk gradually enveloped it.

In the distance, four faint small black dots suddenly appeared, and the sound of splitting the wind faintly came. At first, it was inaudible, but in the blink of an eye, it resounded through the world. The four rainbow-like figures swept through at an astonishing speed, and the wind pressure caused by such high speed directly blew out four long traces of the forest sea below.

The rainbow light was like electricity, fleeting, and in an instant, it disappeared into the distant sky, and the piercing sound of breaking the wind also faded and gradually disappeared.

"Senior Sister Hongyan, according to our speed, we will be able to reach Mingyang City tomorrow. Anyway, it's too late, so why don't you take a break. Among the four figures, a young man with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth tilted his head slightly, his eyes fell on a beautiful girl beside him, and he spoke.

These four people are Ge Shu Hongyan and others who set off from Nanyuan. Now that they have left Nanyuan, two days have passed. The first stop of the four of them was to rush to Mingyang City, which was located at the very edge of Nanyuan's power radiation.

Although the venue of the Quadrangle Pavilion Tournament is the Sealed Land, because there are too many people who want to enter the Sealed Land this time, the opening location is Qingyun City, which is located in the center of the Southern Regions. There, the Four Great Sects had already arranged the teleportation channel, and through the teleportation channel, all the countless Southern Regions cultivation forces that participated in this Sifang Pavilion Contest would collectively enter the Sealed Land.

Of course, the method of opening the teleportation channel was in the hands of the disciples of the four great sects who rushed to Qingyun City this time. Only when the four families gather can the passage be opened, and all of them are indispensable.

Wearing a cyan long skirt, her appearance is stunning, but her whole body exudes an awe-inspiring chill, Geshu Hongyan heard this, groaned for a while, nodded her pointed chin slightly, and at the same time slowed down her body and fell to the top of a mountain peak below.

Seeing this, Mo Zhiyao and the three of them also reduced their speed, followed closely behind, and landed in shape.

The night covers the earth, far away in the sky, and the moon hangs high like a silver platter. The silver moonlight sprinkled down, cold as water, gently wrapped around everyone's body.

On a flat ground at the top of the mountain, a bonfire was lit, and the curling tongue of fire illuminated the surroundings very clearly.

Mo Zhiyao sat on a big rock not far away, looking at the darkness in the distance, with a look of remembrance in his eyes. For the night, he has a different feeling from ordinary people, and the experience of his childhood makes Mo Zhiyao like this kind of depth and tranquility very much.

"What are you thinking?" A figure appeared lightly on his side, with an evil smile on his face, and a dogtail grass habitually biting in his mouth, which was Bai Xie.

"Nothing. Mo Zhiyao shook his head, removed the look in his eyes, and said with a light smile.

"You can't be thinking about how to make a move against the three major sects, right?" Bai Xie sat down not far from Mo Zhi, bit the dogtail grass in his mouth, and said with a wicked smile.

"Don't you want to?" Mo Zhiyao looked at Bai Xie and said lightly.

"Hmph. When Bai Xie heard this, the smile on his face remained unchanged, but there was a trace of coldness in his eyes. "Far away, with your combat power, even among the younger generation in the entire Southern Regions, you can be regarded as a top-notch existence. However, a few outstanding disciples of the other three major sects are not weak in cultivation, so don't be too careless. ”

"Oh? Mo Zhiyao raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and said softly. He really didn't know about the outstanding disciples of the other three major sects, and he could just listen to the white heresies at this moment. Knowing each other and knowing his confidant, Mo Zhiyao is not arrogant enough to think that he is invincible in the world.

"Let's talk about Beishan Pavilion first. "Knowing that Mo Zhiyao's most hostile people now are the people of Beishan Pavilion, Bai Xie started with Beishan Pavilion.

"It's fine. Mo Zhiyao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he nodded. For the North Mountain Pavilion, his hatred was not inferior to Moyan. In the first battle in Yinfeng Mountain, all three of Chixiao were seriously injured. Especially the gentleman's modesty and dreams, even the Yuan Shen has been hit hard. After returning to Nanyuan, if it wasn't for timely treatment, he would have almost left an injury that could not be healed for the rest of his life. This made Mo Zhiyao hate the people of Beishan Pavilion to the core, and he said at the beginning that he would never let go of the people who saw Beishan Pavilion in the future.

"The most outstanding disciple of this generation of Beishan Pavilion is called Wang Lei, and his current cultivation should be the pinnacle of the Seven Patterns, the thunder and lightning spiritual power of cultivation. A faint glint flashed in Bai Xie's eyes, and he said slowly.

"The pinnacle of the Seven Patterns?" a look of surprise appeared on Mo Zhiyao's face, in this way, isn't it comparable to the White Evil?

"Well, his cultivation is about the same as mine. Bai Xie nodded and paused before continuing. "Although I haven't fought with him, Mo Yan has suffered at his hands. ”

"Oh, have you suffered a loss, Mo Yan is not that Wang Lei's opponent?" Mo Zhiyao's eyes froze when he heard this, he had fought with Mo Yan, and he naturally knew the ferocity of the latter, but he didn't expect that Wang Lei would be able to defeat Mo Yan, this kind of strength was really extremely strong.

"Hmph, the four princes of the Southern Regions, there is nothing to be ashamed of if I lose at the hands of the barbarian prince Wang Lei. However, your dignified demon son Bai Xie lost to the sword boy Chang Lingzhen, it doesn't seem to be very good-looking, right?"

A voice sounded behind the two of them, and a burly figure stepped over, not polite, sitting on the ground with a pair of tiger eyes, and said in a low voice.

"Huh, why are you running here if you have nothing to do?" Bai Xie glanced at Mo Yan, who was staring at him tightly, and said angrily.

"Hmph, some people like to talk about right and wrong, of course I'm coming. Mo Yan snorted and said.

"I said that people are right and wrong, Mo Yan, are you here to fight?" Bai Xie's eyes widened, and he looked at Mo Yan and said loudly.

"Okay, it just so happens that I have itchy hands too, it's okay to stay anyway, so let's have fun?" Mo Yan said-for-tat without showing weakness.

"Senior Sister Hongyan Aijing, if you two want to do it, it's best to ask her first. Looking at the two people who were not on the same page as soon as they met, Mo Zhiyao pinched his eyebrows helplessly, and then said.

Hearing Ge Shu Hongyan's name, the cockfighting two suddenly quieted down, and at the same time secretly glanced at the enchanting shadow in the distance, and a look of awe crossed their faces. The only one who can suppress the two of them is Ge Shu Hongyan.

"Mo Yan, did you just say that the four princes of the Southern Regions? Who is the other person?" Seeing that the two of them were no longer arguing, Mo Zhiyao hurriedly diverted the topic, looked at Mo Yan and asked.

"Is that that?" Mo Yan's face suddenly appeared with a strange color, and he groaned for a while before he slowly spoke: "The last one, called Dai Jiaojiao, is known as Yin Gongzi, and is the senior sister of the West Underworld. ”

"Yin Gongzi, Dai Jiaojiao, the senior sister of the West Underworld?" Mo Zhiyao pursed his lips when he heard this, and the solemnity in his eyes became more and more intense.

"What is the strength of this sword boy Chang Lingzhen and Yin boy Dai Jiaojiao?" Mo Zhiyao's eyes flashed with coldness, and then asked.

"That Dai Jiaojiao, cultivation should also be at the peak of the Seven Patterns, and what he cultivates is the power of the dark spirit. She likes to dress up as a man on weekdays, so she is called Yin Gongzi. Mo Yan said in a deep voice, and then turned his gaze to the white evil on the other side. "As for that sword boy Chang Lingzhen, you can ask him. ”

"Is Chang Ling really?" At the mention of this name, the aura on Bai Xie's body suddenly became cold, a touch of cold flashed in his eyes, and even his voice became much colder.

"Among the four of us, in terms of strength, this kid deserves to be the first. This kid's third void calamity, like Senior Sister Hongyan, is the top purple level. A few years ago, I went out for a training experience, met him, and had a fight. If it weren't for the Void Wind Spirit, it would really be in his hands. As he spoke, Bai Xie pulled open the placket on his chest. Mo Zhiyao and Mo Yan's eyes looked at each other, and their pupils suddenly shrank.

Slightly off the beaten path, there was a glaring scar. That scar is very close to the heart, if it is a little bit higher, I am afraid that Bai Xie will not be able to sit here.

"Back then, his cultivation overwhelmed me, but now if you count it, I'm afraid that like Senior Sister Hongyan, he is the pinnacle of the Eight Patterns. Bai Xie smiled faintly and said with some self-deprecation, but the chill in his eyes became more and more intense.

Mo Zhiyao withdrew his gaze from Bai Xie's heart, but the palm under his sleeve was slowly clenched.

"Since both of you have suffered losses, then this time the account really has to be calculated. The tip of Mo Zhiyao's crimson tongue crossed his lips, and a faint smell of blood gradually spread out of his body.

Mo Zhiyao's voice slowly spread in the night, and the faces of Mo Yan and Bai Xie also climbed up with a little hideousness. "yes, you'll have to do the math. ”

"Actually, if it weren't for Senior Sister Hongyan's perennial travels, the title of the four princes would not be my turn. Bai Xie glanced at the pretty mountain top in the distance, and his clothes fluttered like the shadow of a fairy, and said softly.

Mo Zhiyao's eyes turned, looking at the beautiful girl who was set off by the moonlight as if she was a fairy in the moon, and nodded, with a trace of deep complexity in the depths of her eyes.

Who would have thought that in her body, there was an inextricable doom in her. This woman is always in a race against death, trying to break free from the ruthless clutches of death.

Slowly exhaling a breath, Mo Zhiyao raised his head and looked at the sky above his head. At this moment, a dark cloud pressed over, slowly covering the bright jade plate behind him. Heaven and earth finally fell into darkness completely.

"The Sifang Pavilion Competition is really exciting. A touch of arc with a cold forest slowly lifted from Mo Zhiyao's lips. "The Four Princes of the Southern Regions? ”

Bai Xie and Mo Yan glanced at each other, and they both saw the blazing battle intent in each other's eyes. Gale howled and a little cold.

The mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings, and this time the Sifang Pavilion Competition is destined to be different from the previous ones!