But now, there are actually 30,000 to 40,000 people in the audience.

How do the disciples sent to the Holy Tomb do things with so many people!

Jian Wushuang did not speak at this moment.

"Now, hand over all of your bracelets and start judging the top 100!"

Jian Wushuang opened his mouth slightly and said: "The first hundred disciples will disperse into the Thirty-three Peaks of the Thirty-Three Heavenly Sword Sect, and the rest who are not disciples of the Thirty-Three Heavenly Sword Sect will return to their respective sects!"

After finishing his words, Jian Wushuang waved his hand, and the bracelets were taken back one after another.

Following Jian Wushuang's actions, his expression became incredible.

"The top one hundred, everyone knows as follows!"

Jian Wushuang waved his palm, turning his two fingers into a sword, and pointed it out with one hand.

In front of the valley, on a 100-meter-tall stone monument, names appeared one by one, followed by points.

The number one position is none other than Mu Yun, with 5,477 points!

Seeing this scene, Jian Wushuang became increasingly puzzled.

Swish, swish, swish...

At this moment, several figures flew through the sky.

Among those people, they all look different.

There are a dozen figures in total, but there are three figures at the head.

There is a person in the middle, wearing a red robe, with his hands behind his back, his breath is fiery, and his appearance gives people a great sense of oppression.

On the right is a woman. She is wearing a lavender dress and purple boots. She looks dignified, but has an indescribable charm. Her black hair is draped over her shoulders, and her hands are like jade fingers. She is really beautiful, with phoenix eyes.

Yan, her lips are like cherry blossoms, which are alluring, and she is also a top beauty.

Mu Yun discovered that Lin Wenxuan's body trembled slightly the moment he saw this person.

The man on the left seems to have a restrained aura, and there is nothing special about him, but he gives people a deep sense of oppression.

"Lu Xiaotian!"

"Liu Ruxue!"

"Kang Qianyu!"

Seeing the three of them, Lin Wenxuan was among the crowd, muttering to himself in a low voice.

"Master, do you know these three people?"

"Of course we know each other!" Lin Wenxuan said indifferently: "Lu Xiaotian is the master of the third peak, and I am a sworn enemy. Liu Ruxue..."

Lin Wenxuan sighed, and then said: "It's a person I really want to see but dare not see. Kang Qianyu is the master of the fourth peak!"

"Liu Ruxue is also the peak master of the second peak..."

Liu Ruxue...

Upon hearing this name, Mu Yun frowned.

In the Holy Tomb, the disciples Liu Fengyun and Liu Rufeng, the disciples of the Second Peak, were drinking Liu Ruxue. Does it matter?

It shouldn't matter...

When the three people arrived, Jian Wushuang raised his hands and looked at the three people arriving: "Master Liu, Master Lu, Master Kang, long time no see!"

"Master Sword Peak, you're welcome!"

Liu Ruxue was wearing purple boots, standing high in the air, looking forward, and said: "Master Sword Peak is hosting this trial this time, which is also hard work. The three of us are just here to take a look, please continue!

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"Master Liu Peak is just trying to see how the two children are doing, right?"

Jian Wushuang cupped his hands and said, "Liu Fengyun, where are Liu Rufeng?"
Chapter completed!