On the eve of the finals of the Third Academy Competition, the entire Ziwei Palace suddenly fell into a nervous and nervous atmosphere.

When they woke up the next morning, the Xiaoyao team was about to go to Taiyi Square to prepare for the final.

But I found that Ziwei Palace was full of patrol people.

These people were wearing clothes from major families, each of them had a profound cultivation level and looked at every place with a solemn expression.

"What's wrong?" Luo Yu yawned, "Why are there so many people suddenly?"

Someone immediately explained to them enthusiastically, "I heard that the young masters from several major families were kidnapped from Chenxi Academy. The thieves actually fled into our Star Academy and are now searching for people everywhere!"

Mu Yan was stunned for a moment, and a trace of sadness flashed through her eyes. She could understand that several major families had created such a big formation. If she could find her little treasure, she could create it even if it was a big formation.

Although the atmosphere in Star Academy was tense because of catching thieves, the finals of the Third Academy Competition were still to be held.

There were still crowds of people in the stands, and all the cultivators looked excited, and were not affected by the tension.

When the host female cultivator stood on the stage and announced the start of the finals, bursts of tsunami-like sounds suddenly rolled up on the scene.

Some people are calling for Xingchen Xiaoyao Team, and some are calling for Fengtian King Team.

The sounds of shouting "Jun Muyan" and "Lu Jinhang" are also coming one after another.

The two teams stood together on the field and looked at each other.

Lu Jinhang bowed to Mu Yan gently and said freely: "Although our strength is not as strong as you, many people may also think that the position of the championship is your Xiaoyao team. But no matter what, our Kings team will do their best."

Mu Yan glanced at Qin Yizhou and his eyes turned back to Lu Jinhang, "We will do our best to each other."

Only in this way can we respect our opponents the greatest respect.

The host female cultivator shouted: "Please let the Fengtian Kings team play."

Lu Jinhang and others jumped onto the platform one after another, each of whom was light and elegant, which immediately triggered a burst of warm applause.

"Next, please invite Xingchen Xiaoyao team to the court."

There was another thunderous applause in the stands, and Mu Yan and others were about to go up.

Suddenly, a cold shout came from the height of the stands, "Slow down!"

This shout contained a lot of internal force, shocking people's hearts, and echoed in the ears of thousands of people on the stands.

The scene suddenly became quiet, and everyone looked up at the top.

In that small house that represents dignity and specialness, Lan Huahong's figure slowly walked out.

He looked down on his face and swept over the crowd in the stands with a little contempt. Finally, his eyes fell on Mu Yan and said in a deep voice: "Come on, arrest the thief for the orphan!"

His hand pointed to Mu Yan's direction.

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a Nascent Soul cultivator beside Lan Huahong turned into a bolt of lightning and rushed towards Mu Yan.

The faces of the Xiaoyao team changed drastically, and they all wanted to raise their swords to resist.

But all this happened so suddenly that they had no time to react.

With a loud bang, a dazzling white light burst out from the bottom of the competition field, and the air waves rolled up.

There was a faint sound of piano echoing in the air.

The Nascent Soul Cultivator rolled in the air and landed on the ground, looking at the girl not far away with a serious expression.

I saw a halo covered Mu Yan's body. The Heaven Demon Piano was held in her hand at some time, and two of the strings were trembling violently.
Chapter completed!