The cannon fodder beauty in the book is attached to the demon lord villain

"Brother Xingchen, am I hallucinating?"

"Isn't the contestant announced by Teacher Gu Xiao Chenyuan?"

"Why does Brother Ye also want to go on stage?"

Before Xiao Xingchen could answer.

Gu Ziqing seemed to have thought of something. Hearing this, his eyes lit up. He slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Why didn't I think of this? Wouldn't it be clearer to watch the game from the stage?"

"Brother Xingchen, let's go to the stage too."

Xiao Chenyuan: “…”

Qian Yue: “…”

The other disciples on the waiting platform: "......"

Gu Ziqing did not notice the strange looks from other disciples. He left as soon as he said he would, holding Xiao Xingchen's hand and going up to the second competition platform.

Amid the puzzled gazes of the crowd, he took out the cushion and sat on it.

He looked like he was enjoying the fun and didn't mind being too close.

The disciples, mentors, Gu Tianya, Sikong Wuhui, Ming Shuangshuang and the others present were all stunned.

On the first competition stage, a red light flashed in Baili Lan's eyes, and the blood energy in his body became more intense.

Most martial artists do not pay much attention to their clothing, usually choosing ink, royal blue, white, and gray.

It is extremely rare to see a male cultivator wearing a bright red robe.

Male practitioners usually wear bright red robes, which usually make them look a bit effeminate.

Baili Lan was wearing a bright red robe, but he exuded a bloody and murderous aura.

It gives people the illusion of being surrounded by a mountain of corpses.

Baili Lan's change quickly drew everyone's attention back to him.

At this time, Xiao Chenyuan and Ye Changsheng had also reached the vicinity of the first competition stage.

Xiao Chenyuan turned his head and looked at Ye Changsheng, "Little slut, wait for me."

After he finished speaking, he lifted his clothes and jumped onto the stage, raising a cloud of dust.

The corner of Ye Changsheng's mouth twitched, and his pink robe fluttered as he landed lightly on the stage.

Gu Tianya narrowed his eyes and looked at Gu Zhantian without saying a word.

Gu Zhantian, who was also confused, said: "......"

Sikong Wuhui nodded at Jing Cong.

Jing Cong, dressed in white, soared into the air and landed on the first competition platform.

Su Feixia pursed her lips tightly, looking nervous.

"What's happening here?"

"do not know."

"Who is that pretty boy?"

"Which pretty boy?"

"It's that pretty boy..."

......

On the waiting platform, the cheers were gradually replaced by whispers.

"Dean Gu, since the disciples of Shengyang College want to fight together."

"We, the disciples of Feisheng Sect, are also willing to follow the host's wishes."

Sikong Wuhui put his hands behind his back and spoke with a smile.

Gu Tianya was unhappy in his heart, and his face showed a bit of displeasure. He said indifferently, "Let's start."

Gu Yun nodded and was about to announce the start of the competition.

Sikong Wuhui suddenly laughed out loud and said, "Hahaha, no need to bother."

“The game has already begun.”

On the waiting platform

Su Feixia said uneasily, "Brother Fang, will Brother Jing be in trouble?"

Fang Yao shook his head and said comfortingly, "Don't worry too much."

"If there is anyone in our Feisheng Sect who can stay awake in the ghost domain of our senior brother, it must be Junior Brother Jing without a doubt."

"Junior sister, don't forget that Junior Brother Jing is not alone."

Hearing this, Su Feixia also remembered Jing Cong's peculiarities, and her worries were somewhat alleviated.

A pair of beautiful eyes contained a hint of sharpness as they stared in the direction of Xiao Chenyuan and Ye Changsheng with a teasing look, her eyes full of gloating.

Gu Ziqing raised his elbow and touched Xiao Xingchen, who was standing upright beside him, and asked in confusion: "Brother Xingchen, why aren't they moving?"

"No, it feels so weird."

"Senior Brother Gu, what did you see?" Qian Yue approached with a confused look on his face and asked in a low voice.

Gu Ziqing nodded, then shook his head, and said uncertainly, "The atmosphere on the stage is very chaotic."

Qian Yue: “???”

Gu Ziqing: "Ah, anyway, it just feels wrong."

"It's like... a spiritual confrontation."

Qian Yue: “…”