() There is a barren land a few miles away from the canyon. The scene is completely opposite to that in the canyon, which makes it extremely desolate, but at this time it is so suitable for a dragon and tiger battle.

Zhongyang, in the barren land, stands out in a spacious highland. It is the martial arts platform used for this competition. Dozens of black-robed killers who came from all directions were standing on the side of the highland at this time, and on a rattan chair made of ancient wood branches in front of them, the white-robed Tiansha sat quietly holding tea.

A moment later, a group of people also appeared in the venue. A beautiful figure in black clothes embroidered at the top, bringing out fragrant wind. An old man with a slightly vicissitudes but still mysterious followed closely. The bodies of the four elders of wind, rain, thunder and lightning were lingering on the right. Nine straight young men with standing collars in black clothes swept the cold eyes of the people in the square, followed calmly, and countless black clothes guards were guarding the surroundings. The square suddenly became lively.

It turned out that many people saw Mo Yue in the dozens of figures that came, and many people were lit up. It was rumored that although the daughter of the Sect Master of the Demon Killing was a little cold, she was an absolute beauty. Now when she saw this, Mo Yue seemed to feel some gazes scanning her body, and her beautiful eyes glanced over there, and the coldness of the people who had previously imagined were shocked. No one could bear this beauty...

Everyone came to Tiansha and bowed. Tiansha smiled and nodded as a return gift. Then the guards scattered around the land. Mo Yue, Wu Lao and the four elders each looked for some seats to sit upright, and nine figures flashed and stood behind them.

Suddenly, Jiudutong, who was standing on the far right, felt a familiar coldness staying on him. His life as a killer told him that this gaze was not good. He turned his head and found that a figure behind Tiansha was staring at him. Although his face was covered, the change in his eyes still reflected a rolling in his heart and murmured,

"Ling Mu, is he here too this year..."

The person called Ling Mu was the one who came with Jia Ling, that is, Jia Ling's cousin. When he saw that the Nine Chief Just looked at this, he ignored it, and felt an inexplicable anger in his heart.

"Last year, I didn't expect that he would actually take the place to participate in the competition. He entered the main hall first, which is unforgivable!"

"Dong, dong, dong, dong..."

The arm in the sleeve of Tiansha on the main seat raised, and suddenly a series of qi explosions came to the air in the air, which lasted dozens of miles away before stopping. The dozens of figures behind him immediately lit up.

"This is the strong man... he shakes the mountains and the earth in every move."

Hu Tiansha slowly retracted his arm, placed it on the armrest of the rattan chair, and said softly,

"Selecting, start now!"

The sound was not loud, but it caused a strong wind, which blew up sand and dust. The atmosphere immediately became tense on the square and the battle was about to begin!

"Teacher, it seems that the boy you brought back did not come."

Mo Yue glanced around and found Gu Lin without seeing him, and asked softly.

The old man of Soul-Devouring smiled faintly when he heard this,

"In his style, he will definitely come."

Mo Yue's delicate body shook. From the teacher's words, she heard the teacher's inexplicable love for the man. Mo Yue snorted coldly in her heart, and there seemed to be a little jealousy in her heart for the injured boy.

An old man with a hunchbacked figure appeared shakingly on the high ground for competition in the square, looking at everyone, then looked at Tiansha, and saw that the latter nodded. The pair of yellow old hands suddenly shook the dozens of figures behind Tiansha, and dozens of leaves came to them one by one.

The dozens of figures were stunned. Unexpectedly, the old man would suddenly come to the scene, but how could they be vulgar people who could come here? They all suddenly poked out their palms and grabbed the leaves that came to them.

Seeing this, the old man of Soul-Devouring was suddenly released, turning into a thin wind, rolling a leaf into a hand.

Bang-Bang-Bang-

Two muffled sounds, two figures were shaken out by the huge force of the leaves coming, and fell to the ground with a thud, with a flash of horror in their eyes, and they said in a lost voice,

"A fifth-level strong man in body refining!"

Although each of the other people caught a leaf, blood-red se was also ejaculated in their palms. The hunched figure above the height saw the soul-devouring old man suddenly attacking, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. However, after seeing that Tiansha had not made any statement, he ignored it and looked up at the dozens of people and said coldly.

"There are thirty-two people from each branch of the halls here today. There are also one person who wants to participate, which is thirty-three people. Just now, two people did not catch the leaf, which is considered to be disqualified. In other words, there are thirty-one people participating in the competition today. Above the leaves are your participation number. I will just call the serial number to compete."

Suddenly, the two people who were shocked to fly away had a change. Unexpectedly, they had lost their qualifications before the competition!

Others were a little shocked. Unexpectedly, there was one more person to participate in the competition. I just didn't know who that person was, and the famous Soul-Devouring Old Man could take the leaves for him, and then they all opened their palms and looked at a number on the leaves as thin as a cicada's wings.

The old man of Soul-Devouring Pointed out his palm, looked at it, and smiled faintly,

"It's No. 7..."

The old man on the high platform looked at everyone, then said slowly,

"The first thing that went on the court was..."

Everyone was breathing, who was the first competition...

Suddenly, a faint sound penetrated into the ears of the hunchbacked old man on the high platform.

"First game, let No. 7 come on..."

The hunchbacked old man was stunned by the sudden sound, looked at Tiansha, saw him nodding, and said silently in his heart,

"I don't know what purpose is for the Sect Master to send a secret message to me."

Then he didn't think much about it, and pinched the two balls of characters in front of him with his palm, looked at it, and said loudly,

"First game, No. 7 vs. No. 21!"

The sound mixed with Yuanli echoed over this barren land. When the soul-devouring old man heard this, he felt calm. The dead hand holding the leaves tightened suddenly. The leaves turned into powder and fell down, murmured,

"The first game...if the first game, is it still too late..."

The figure in the Hall of Reincarnation that had not moved for a long time shook slightly at this moment, as if he could hear the soft murmur of the Soul-Devouring Old Man. Then a sign-like smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and slowly opened his eyes...
Chapter completed!