On the peak of Yuelong Mountain, there is a huge and incomparable martial arts field, and there is a round white jade martial arts platform in the martial arts field, and the big competition is in progress at this time.

Mo Chen stood at the bottom of the competition platform, his eyes were full of sword light flashing and fahua rippling, he couldn't help but look around when he saw the hunting heart.

I saw the white cranes shuttling above the arena, looking left and right with care, and the white birds' eyes were blessed by magic. Ambilight.

These are the Xuanhe who are responsible for transmitting the images, and any movement, detail, or even a fluttering silk of the disciples in the field will be transmitted to the various water curtains in the immeasurable lake from time to time, so that those registered disciples who are shallow in cultivation can learn and observe, and summarize their own experience in cultivation and battle.

At the same time, there are also a group of tall stone golems around the competition platform, wearing heavy armor and holding Changge, walking slowly around the competition platform with heavy and stiff steps.

These golems are called Huang Shiwei, and they have only one mission, which is to patrol the field without any gaps.

His own disciple Dabi strictly forbade taking the pill of Surge Cultivation, and if anyone really wanted to risk their lives, Huang Shiwei would be able to find and capture them immediately, and he would never escape their search.

Mo Chen smiled, his eyebrows were overjoyed, and he was gradually attracted by the enthusiasm around him, and couldn't help but raise his hand to cheer.

This is the first time he has watched the competition, and the young man's heart is undoubtedly revealed.

With his current condition, entering the magnificent and mighty Qingxu Dao Sect is tantamount to an ignorant young man who has never seen the world suddenly breaking into a majestic giant city.

If it were someone else, there would be no more than three senses at the moment.

Because of their humble background, they are afraid and secretly inferior, or they are complacent because they can brag about it in the future, and they are afraid of being looked down upon and feel superior to others, so their emotions fluctuate and they are stiff.

There are no three ink dusts, only happiness in his heart, Qingxu Sect has powerful spells, "Qingtian Condensing Sword Technique" makes his heart palpitate; Qingxu Sect has a peerless master, and the deeds of nameless female cultivators make him yearn for it; Qingxu Sect has the style of Taoist cultivators, and there is an environment like a picture scroll in the fairy realm. The most important thing is that the Qingxu Sect has the footprints of my father and my father's beloved master here.

But there is one thing that Mo Chen thinks very clearly.

The Qingxu Sect has a relationship with me, but the Qingxu Sect is not mine, and I am not a disciple of the Qingxu Sect.

The Qingxu Sect is extremely strong, but it has nothing to do with itself, the most important thing is its own cultivation.

Mo Chen's mind flowed, Mu Li on the side could see it clearly, don't look at his double ten appearance, he had actually stepped into the cultivation of immortals, and Mo Chen's mind could not escape his observation.

Nodding secretly, just the heart of Mochen is something that ordinary teenagers don't have.

He patted Mochen and pointed to a Qiongyu attic at the highest point of the front stand: "The sect master and the elder are watching in the attic, and the field is hot at this time, so it is not suitable to go in, or we will go after watching this competition." ”

Mo Chen responded: "It's all up to the arrangement of the pastor's seniors." ”

The competition in the field is very exciting, which is also exactly what Mo Chen wants, in fact, even if Mu Li doesn't mention it, Mo Chen wants to stay here for a while.

At this time, on the competition platform, the monk on the left side of the black robe fluttered in the wind, and stood on the platform with a straight waist, obviously the previous competition did not play a role.

The female cultivator on the right was covered in blood, and her purple clothes were slightly broken, obviously at the end of her crossbow.

Their eyes met, their momentum was tense, and the competition was nearing its end.

"Senior Sister Yong, why do you bother to hold on, you and I are both cultivators of the Spiritual Light Realm, but you have only been able to break through the Spiritual Light Realm for less than a year, and I have been in this realm for many years, how can you be my opponent?" The black-robed and silver-robed man on the left smiled slightly, but his words revealed disagreements everywhere.

"Senior Brother Yu, the elder recruits personal disciples, not to see the cultivation, but the qualifications and temperament, what is the use of your cultivation to be high?"

"Hmph, toast without eating and drinking. The black-robed man looked impatient, lifted the accessories, gathered the aura, stepped on some kind of mysterious steps, and rushed straight towards the woman.

Mu Li was a good talker, and when he saw the rise of Mo Chen, he couldn't help but explain to Mo Chen: "A normal personal disciple Dabi will not beat the same junior sister so badly, but these two people on the stage have a little holiday. ”

Mo Chen is also a curious boy, and as soon as these words came out, his attention was immediately attracted: "Oh? ”

When the chatter met the curious boy, the more Mu Li spoke, the more excited he became, the more he talked, and the more he talked, the more he looked at Mo Chen, his gaze was different: "Let me tell you, the black-robed man on the stage is named Yu Binbai, because he is handsome and has high qualifications, he is deeply worshiped by the female disciples of Wuliang Lake." ”

On the other hand, the purple-clothed woman who is in a weak position is named Yongyiyi, she has a sister named Yonger'er, who is happy-mouthed, beautiful, and has excellent qualifications, and has been promoted to a personal disciple last year, but when Yong'er was a disciple in the sect, Yu Binbai pursued Yong'er, but Yong'er didn't look down on Yu Binbai, and thought he was too arrogant, so he scolded a few words, so there is today's play. ”

As if feeling that something was not enough, Mu Li added: "This Yong'er is now under the door of Elder He, this Elder He is amazing, his cultivation is extremely high, I heard that he is small with the head of the sect, and he has a very good relationship with him since he was a child, and he entered the Qingxu Sect to cultivate together, the immortal road is bumpy, I didn't expect the two of them to move forward, now one is the head of the family, and the other is the elder of the punishment, if it is really rare." ”

At this time, Mu Li quietly covered his mouth and whispered in Mo Chen's ear: "But I heard that in the past few decades, Elder He and the head of the sect seem to have fallen out because of some things, and the relationship is not very good until now. I've heard about this too, so don't tell me about it. ”

Mo Chen's eyes flashed, and he nodded again and again, and his heart became even more curious about his mysterious master.

While the two were chatting, Yongyiyi was in decline, and she gradually couldn't resist.

Yu Bin's white sword moves were sharp, and the sword was frequent, and the silver runes on the black robe were densely covered, flickering and dimming, obviously running a steady stream of some kind of rune seal.

"You're cheating! You use the talisman seal to bless your cultivation!" Yong Yiyi scolded angrily as she struggled to open the attacking sword.

"The way of the Fu Seal Formation is originally a vein in cultivation, and there are a few of the flying mountains in my Qingxu Sect that have turned into disciples to study the Fu Seal Formation, what kind of cheating is this?" Yu Binbai calmly dodged Yong Yiyi's jade palm, his steps were light, and his face was full of playful smiles: "Besides, the Huang Shiwei around me haven't moved, what is your name?"

Saying that, Yu Binbai deliberately stabbed a sword diagonally again, only bringing up the tips of his hair: "Instead of worrying about this, you might as well surrender and admit defeat early, so as not to be seriously injured all over your body when you are beaten, and even your pretty face has been scratched, haha." ”