Step through fairy dust

The middle-aged monk announced that the matter was over, and Yu Jian left.

Fearing that Wei Junze would come up to make trouble, Shen Canglang dragged Meng Kunlun into the jungle secretly, and then took a tactic of lightening his body, and quickly returned to the Hundred Medicine Garden.

All the way without words, Shen Canglang didn't know how to reply to Meng Kunlun. This kind of thing can't be taken away with a smile. In the past six years, his mentality towards Meng Kunlun has indeed been exploited from the beginning. After all, he is a normal person. Transmigrating into his own text, it is impossible to substitute himself into this world so quickly. In terms of mentality, he should be more like playing a game to clear the level and fight the boss, and Meng Kunlun is like an npc in the game to him , is just an npc that is indispensable for customs clearance. Of course, after living in this world for a long time, Shen Canglang will no longer think so.

After traveling to this world for the sixth year, he has completely regarded himself as a part of this world. He has gradually gotten used to this world and integrated into it...

And Meng Kunlun's position in his heart is particularly complicated, so complicated that even he can't tell what kind of attitude he has towards Meng Kunlun...

And Meng Kunlun remained silent all the time, an inexplicable light flashed in his dark as night eyes, and soon faded away.

Shen Canglang didn't know how to face Meng Kunlun. After returning to Baiyaoyuan, he threw Meng Kunlun away and ran to the hill behind Baiyaoyuan to be in a daze.

No sleep for one night.

The next day, Shen Canglang looked at Meng Kunlun who got up to water in the morning with his scratched hair, hesitating to speak, hesitant to complain.

But when he saw Meng Kunlun sleeping with a refreshed and energetic face, the restlessness and irritability in his heart disappeared.

...Emotions didn't take what he said yesterday seriously at all?

But think about it, now Meng Kunlun is only a 13-year-old boy, how could he know anything about love between men and women?It's really ridiculous to take Meng Kunlun's jokes seriously, right?

Shen Canglang felt even more depressed.

"Brother Canglang." After pouring water, Meng Kunlun smiled at Shen Canglang when he saw Shen Canglang coming.

Shen Canglang's heart skipped a beat, inexplicably he felt that Meng Kunlun was really good-looking...

Wait, did he bend himself without a teacher?

Shen Canglang quickly threw this terrible thought out of his head, coughed lightly and said: "Today is the battle, let's go."

Meng Kunlun nodded, and walked side by side with Shen Canglang.

Seeing Meng Kunlun's usual reaction, Shen Canglang felt even more depressed.

The battle between Yunmengzong Waifeng disciples was held in the open space in front of Quwu Garden.

At this time, several magic circles had been set up in the open space, and hundreds of people crowded around the magic circles.

This magic circle was set up to prevent malicious injuries during the martial arts fight. After all, Yunmengzong forbids the same sect to fight each other.

Shen Canglang and Meng Kunlun didn't come too late, but most of the people had already come. Even though many people were brushed off in the trial of Yinghuo Forest, they still came to watch the match.

Hundreds of people densely packed the open space in front of Wuyuan, leaving only the battlefield.

Shen Canglang and Meng Kunlun finally squeezed into the crowd and approached the battle field in the middle of the open space. They saw a few masters from the outer peak coming with their swords and landed in the center of the battle field. One of the monks with a white beard was holding a carved wooden box.

"Now come up and draw lots."

The white-bearded monk let go of the hand holding the carved wooden box, and the carved wooden box slowly floated up into the air.Although, the carved wooden box began to emit a faint golden light slowly.

The person holding the wooden sign will go up to draw lots in numerical order, and whoever gets the number will become his opponent.

"Number one."

The first one to go up was the cold beauty Jiang Bixin.

Jiang Bixin, who was dressed in green, stepped forward slowly, and stood in front of the dilapidated carved wooden box.

Just when Jiang Bixin was two or three feet away from the carved wooden box, a wooden sign floated out from the slightly opened gap of the carved wooden box, and slowly landed in Jiang Bixin's fair and beautiful palm.

"Number 22." The white-bearded monk stroked his beard and announced.

"Yes." A man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks passed through the crowd. The man had a sloppy face and small eyes. He was looking at Jiang Bixin with a lewd smile, looking like a playboy.

Jiang Bixin frowned slightly, turned around and came to the center of the battlefield.

...Although most of them are beauties in the realm of comprehension, there are still one or two exceptions occasionally.

For example, this No. 22 dear friend.

That No. 22 smiled lewdly, and was waiting for him to say a professional line of a dude to tease the beauty, when Jiang Bi swung her sleeve fiercely, and her Light Frost Sword flew out instantly, hitting No. 22's chest with lightning speed. Go up, knock out No. 22 heavily.

No. 22 was shot far away by this huge force and fell outside the magic circle.

The crowd who had been watching outside the circle spontaneously dispersed, causing No. 22 to fall heavily to the floor.

No. 22 suddenly let out a howl, but Jiang Bixin didn't even lift her eyes. She waved her hand, and the Qingshuang sword returned to her hand with a swipe.

From the beginning to the end, the Qingshuang sword never even came out of its scabbard.

...It's over so soon?

The onlookers were still engrossed in Jiang Bixin's resolute and ruthless strike. The white-bearded monk stroked his beard and announced that number one, Jiang Bixin, won the first match, and now number two will draw lots.

The crowd was in an uproar, this Jiang Bixin was worthy of being the most cold beauty of Yunmengzong!

The rule of this battle is that there is no time limit, as long as one side pushes the other side out of the magic circle, or makes the other side lose the ability to fight, it will be regarded as the winner.

"...so handsome." Shen Canglang couldn't help laughing, the first match ended so quickly, not only because of Jiang Bixin's strength, but also because that unlucky boy No. 22 was tempted by beauty and underestimated the enemy for a while... But Jiang Bixin's move She is really handsome, worthy of being the No. [-] heroine in his works.

Seeing Shen Canglang's smile, Meng Kunlun frowned.

He pursed his lips and said nothing.

The game adopts a lottery system. From the first number onwards, the opponents are drawn in turn. Of course, if a certain number in the middle is drawn, it will be skipped, so everyone has only one chance to play.If there is no accident, half of the people will be eliminated in this first battle... This is not a small number.

Number two is Wei Junze.

The young man in brocade clothes smiled, and walked towards the carved wooden box calmly.

In all fairness, in the cultivation world where there are many beauties, Wei Junze's appearance is quite outstanding.

About ten feet away from the carved wooden box, Wei Junze inadvertently swept across the crowd, and happened to meet Shen Canglang's eyes.

Shen Canglang quickly shifted his gaze to the sky.

As before, a wooden sign floated out of the slightly opened gap of the carved wooden box, and slowly landed on Wei Junze's palm.

"Number 98!"

Shen Canglang's heart skipped a beat...

Just a little bit, it was him.

No. 98 is a very ordinary-looking disciple. He is about in his early twenties, but in the cultivation world, you can't judge your age by your appearance. Some Yuanying ancestors who have lived for hundreds of years look no different from people in their 30s and [-]s.

No. 98 looked very cautious, his posture for holding the sword was very standard, and his posture for making moves was also very well-regulated.

Wei Junze smiled slightly, and easily used the fan in his hand to defuse No. 98's attack.

It seems that his fan is his magic weapon.

Several moves in a row were dispelled, and number 98 became a little impatient. After another sword was blocked, he gritted his teeth, took out a fire starter from his sleeve, filled it with spiritual energy and threw it towards Wei Junze.

The effect of each talisman will be different due to the different spiritual power of the user. The fire drawn by No. 98 is naturally not as powerful as the one used by Shen Canglang before, but a flame about one person tall still appeared in the center of the battlefield. They swarmed towards Wei Junze as if they were alive.

Some of the surrounding disciples from the outer peak began to discuss. After all, few people would use battle talismans in the duel between disciples in the Qi refining period. Firstly, battle talismans are very expensive, and secondly, it is difficult for them to control them. If the control is not good, it is easy to be backlashed by the battle talisman.

Wei Junze's eyes flickered, but he didn't dodge. He turned his wrist, and the fan in his hand opened with a sound.

In the center of his fan, there was a magnificent map of rivers and seas. The moment he opened the fan, a large gust of river water gushed out from the painting on his fan, and immediately swept the small river on No. 98. The bush fire was extinguished.

The rushing water of the river was surging, rushing No. 98 out of the circle at once.

Everyone was shocked, seeing that the rushing river was about to submerge under their feet, but Wei Junze put away his fan with a swipe, and the surging river disappeared immediately.

Everything is like a phantom.

Only No. 98's embarrassed and soaked appearance can prove what happened just now.

Wei Junze held on to his fan and smiled slightly.

This fan is Wei Junze's magic weapon... Fanjiang fan.

The white-bearded monk stroked his beard and said, "This year... there are so many good seedlings."

He nodded, and opened his mouth to let number three enter the stage.

The first two games of the game ended very quickly, but this third game took a long time.

Although No. [-]'s cultivation base is not low, but his performance is really mediocre, and his opponent is also a mediocre person. The two of them come and go, and they fought for a long time. After about two or three hours, No. [-] was able to beat the opponent back. The result of half a step outside the magic circle was a narrow victory.

This third match almost exhausted the patience of the disciples present at the outer peak, and some of them became impatient.

But soon, they became interested again.

There is no other reason, because the number four... turned out to be a female monk.

Although No. [-] Jiang Bixin is also a female monk, but she is too cold and aloof, everyone only dares to look at it from a distance and dare not get close to it, so when they suddenly saw a female monk, they were naturally very interested.

It is not easy to see a female monk in this Yunmengzong where Yin is flourishing and Yang is declining.

In particular, this female monk is still a big beauty.

Shen Canglang was also a little surprised, because this No. [-] was one of the only girls among the nine people who entered the Yunmeng Sect with him... Lan Yiyi.

I haven't seen each other for six years, and the girl who was born very delicate and cute has become more and more charming, and the long ice blue dress is gently swaying as she walks forward.

It was the good time of the thirteenth and fourteenth, and the girl's delicate face was full of innocence and loveliness, which made people feel pity in their hearts.

Like the two people before, Lan Yiyi stopped two or three feet away from the carved wooden box, and a wooden sign slowly landed in her palm.

The white-bearded friar then shouted: "Ninety—Number Nine!"