"The competition begins!"

Qu Zhaoyang raised his hand high, and his surging momentum rushed towards him like a face. Yue Qingjun broke away from Yun Qingci's arms and walked towards the Yue family.

"Miss Qingjun!"

Yue Qingjun nodded, "When you are competing for a while, be careful of being arrogant and impatient. At critical moments, you can use illusion techniques." "Yes!" The momentum of breaking bamboo is as high as the sky.

Yue Qingjun looked satisfied, but the royal family was not that happy. The Yue family rose too quickly. Now the thirty people on the school field, fifteen people have reached the peak of the middle level of the spirit master, five people have advanced level of the spirit master, and one person has a low level of the spirit king and nine people have advanced level of the spirit master. How can such a lineup be ignored?

"If you enter the top twenty, try to choose Dan Sect and Immortal Palace." Yue Qingjun said, "It is not that you don't let you choose independently according to your wishes, but for your better practice in the future."

Yue Tian shrugged and smiled, "Miss Qingjun, we all know! My son-in-law said it just now!" When Yue Qingjun heard this, she secretly glanced at Yun Qingci, and saw that his eyes were locked on him. Her pretty face turned slightly red.

"Now, the lottery starts!" Qu Zhaoyang shouted. Everyone gathered their spiritual power and waved to the jade monument in the center of the ring.

Zhou Ruan's face was bitter, "Lishang, if there are no disciples entering the Dan Sect and the Immortal Palace this year, I'm afraid we will really not be able to resist the attack of the Fantasy Sword Sect." Zhou Li'an lowered his eyelids, "If there really is such a day, I will protect you and all the disciples." He gently stroked her back.

No matter what happens in the future, I will protect you for no reason and softness.

"The first group, Xu Qingyan fights Yan Yun."

"The second group, Yueju fights Xu Jun."

....

"Two hundred and eighteen groups, Yue Qingjun fights Hua Oak!"

Yue Qingjun curled his lips and flew onto the stage. When he saw Hua Li, he turned cold. "Who is that?" The cold voice made 'Hua Li' pause. "Xiaojun, what are you talking about?" Hua Li' gag and walked towards Yue Qingjun. Ouyang on the stage frowned, "You can't get a kiss on the ring!"

As soon as these words were said, they were undoubtedly slapping 'Hua Oak' in the face.

"Flower Oak" stopped in distress. "Xiaojun."

Yue Qingjun's face became even colder. "I'll ask you again, where is Hua Oak!"

The Hua family in the audience were a little dissatisfied.

"What does Yue Qingjun mean this! Isn't the young lady in front of me?"

"That's right, can't you be able to beat me, just plan to treat us lady like this?"

"Waste is waste."

The "Hua Oak" on the stage heard the people from the Hua family say this, and his eyes flashed with viciousness. "Xiaojun, what's wrong with you? I'm Hua Oak." The girl's helpless look made most people sympathize.

Yue Qingjun was already impatient. "Luo Shan." She called out softly. Luo Shan, who was originally in the Hell of No Life, suddenly opened her eyes. "What's wrong? Yue Yue." She smiled and sat up slowly.

A woman in red appeared out of thin air on the wide ring. Her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and her fiery red clothes were swaying without wind. Nangong Yang was fascinated by the sight. Ouyang opened his eyes wide in fear.

Luo Shan! It’s actually Luo Shan!

Didn’t she die in the battle between Baiyue long ago? Why did she still appear here?

Luo Shan, Baiyue’s best friend, isn’t she dead! So Baiyue, isn’t she still alive?

Ouyang felt that the panic in his heart was all blamed for devouring her mind.

At this time, Luo Shan on the ring looked at Yue Qingjun with joy, "Yueyue, what's the matter?" Yue Qingjun raised her eyes, squinted her eyes, "turned her into her body."

‘Hua Oak’ flashed her eyes and her face was stubborn. “Xiaojun, did I make you unhappy?”

Luo Shan pouted, "Ten bottles of fruit wine." Yue Qingjun nodded.

Luo Shan raised his hands, and countless blood-colored flowers appeared from the void. She silently recited the spell. "The Hell of No Life, the other side of the prehistoric world, this shadow, broken!"

The blood-colored flowers rushed towards the 'Flower Oak' and surrounded her.

Yue Qingjun curled her lips, not because Yue Qingjun couldn't see through it, but because she was still too weak to be known to others.

In a moment, the blood-colored flowers gradually became transparent and then disappeared in front of everyone's eyes. The purpose was a woman with black air all over her body. When she saw the woman's face, Yue Qingjun stared at her eyes.

"Ming Shuang Ling!"

Ming Shuangling laughed in a low voice, and hatred almost gushed out in her eyes. "Yue Qingjun, we are meeting again." She stood up.

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