Everyone stood back to back together, gasping for breath, with an extremely ugly expression.

The seven people stood side by side, strode towards each other, with contemptuous smiles in their eyes.

"Come in the middle of the night, just this is the skill? The Three Realms Sects and the True God disciples are nothing more than that."

The black-clad swordsman's voice was filled with disdain and indifference, and it pierced into everyone's hearts like a thorn.

The other party was seven people, a thin swordsman, and a young woman wearing a flowery dress, wearing all kinds of weird jewelry, and barefoots, had vitality in her body, faintly suppressing Ling Shuangyue.

A young man with a well-proportioned figure as an ordinary person defeated Lao Bai three times in a row.

A fat boy about fourteen or fifteen years old, his fat eyes were almost gone, but he broke Xue Qianxun's "Demon King True Fire" and "Sand all over the sky".

A sloppy man with a stubborn stubborn man was unarmed and used his finger as his sword to break Hua Jieyu's Tiangang sword energy.

A gentle young man wearing white clothes, and his elegant temperament as elegant as Mu Zibai, sealed Mu Zibai.

The other seventh man was a young man with a buzz cut with no extraordinary features on his body. He looked like the most ordinary mortal. Apart from short hair, no one would notice him when he walked into the crowd. He did not take action, but he kept frowning and looking around, as if he had discovered something.

Each of these people seems to be designed specifically for everyone, and just restrains them and steadily suppresses them.

This is a result that everyone has guessed but is unwilling to accept.

But this is the truth.

"What? Geniuses and heroes, say something!"

The black-clad swordsman smiled and said, "You are praised, you seem to think you are amazing, why did you lose so miserably today?"

The little girl with barefoot said, "Their skills are just that. Compared with us, they just happen to be a little worse."

"No, not a little bit."

The young man with an ordinary figure but extraordinary strength said, "This silly man is too weak. He is still a long way from me."

Bai Wuyou was furious when he heard this, but he finally held it back.

Mu Zibai looked at the seven people, sighed softly, and said, "Let's go, our goal has been achieved."

Ye Qingfeng gritted his teeth, feeling extremely unwilling, but he turned around and left.

"Hello!"

The fat man, who was about fifteen or sixteen, suddenly shouted: "Don't participate in the competition. If you lose on the competition platform, it will be even more embarrassing to face the heroes of the Three Realms."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The seven people laughed out loud at the same time.

Bai Wuyou's fists were clenched and he gritted his teeth without saying a word, and walked out with big strides.

If it were before, even if he fought his life, he would have to fight to the death with the other party, because he could not bear such insults. He could be defeated, but he could never be defeated by his peers. He would still fight against his strength.

But he held back now, he was no longer a child, he knew what he should do.

Everyone walked out of the mansion and into the dark alley. Xiao Feiyan had been standing there and had been waiting for everyone for a long time.

When she saw everyone, her first sentence was: "When I went in, I was noticed by the flat-headed man."

This sentence directly made everyone's heart sink into their bones. Wumeng finally thought that everyone would use Xiao Feiyan and made preparations in advance.

"Let's go, let's talk about it when you go back to Tiance Mansion."

Mu Zibai's voice came out, and everyone was not very interested. They returned to Tiance Mansion in the face of heavy snow and moonlight.

Everyone sat in the yard, under the pavilion, silent for a long time, but no one spoke.

Finally, Ling Shuangyue said: "Let's have a good time these days and wait for the convening of the Three Realms Martial Arts Competition."

Everyone nodded and dispersed silently.

Ling Shuangyue suddenly said, "If we fight for their life and death, can we win?"

Everyone paused slightly, then nodded at the same time, and went back to their room to rest.

There are only a few days left before the opening of the Three Realms Martial Arts Competition. Due to the appearance of the white-clothed demon, there should be no big trouble in Chang'an. They should also adjust their mentality, be quiet for a few days, and adjust their state to the peak.

For several days, everyone stayed in their room. Except for Jiang Shuxue and Xue Linglong, no one else went out, nor did they talk to anyone.

It was not until the morning of December 15 that everyone walked out of the room one after another. They washed clean and looked extremely energetic.

Everyone looked at each other and walked out of the city together.

Chang'an City is still very lively, but this time it is not the same. Everyone is running out of the city. Today, the gates of all directions of Chang'an are open.

The martial arts competition platform of the Three Realms Competition is on the plain outside the Eastern City Gate. The martial arts competition platform started to be built six months ago, with dozens of large and small, guarding the highest and largest martial arts competition platform in the middle like stars arching the moon.

These martial arts tables were built by the Ministry of Works, and Buddhism and Tsengce Mansion provided magic support, so the length, width and height of each martial arts table are exactly the same, and the table is extremely flat, which absolutely guarantees fairness.

Every martial arts competition was full of people. Most of the people in Chang'an City ran out to watch the fun, and the rest were also rushing outside. One by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, the other is rushing out.

The first feeling that everyone felt when they came here was that there were too many people, and they spread for several miles, as if all the people from Chang'an City had come out.

There are sounds everywhere, and it is impossible to tell whether it is crying, anger or joy. The whole world is surrounded by sounds.

Countless people are ready to go up and make their reputation.

At the back of the middle competition platform, giant umbrellas have been prepared, and there are more than ten seats under each giant umbrella. This is obviously the meaning of the core of major sects being qualified to sit and watch the game.

"Wanzhou Ridge! The heroes of Wanzhou Ridge are here!"

Someone exclaimed, and then there was the noise all over the sky, and the sound seemed to stir up Chang'an City. The huge wilderness was also filled with sounds.

Heavy footsteps came from the end of the earth, followed by earth-shaking roars. The King of Ten Thousand Beasts took the lead and walked forward with dozens of powerful monsters, with a huge momentum.

In fact, these monsters have been here for a long time, but they all know that the city is already crowded and can't stay there at all. In addition, such an entry ceremony is needed, so they stayed in the nearby mountains and only came over in front of everyone.

Of course, this feeling of being welcomed by hundreds of thousands of people is still exciting enough.

So dozens of monsters roared the sky, shocking countless people to retreat to a wide passage for them to pass through.

"Welcome to Chang'an City, the monster friends from Wanzhou Ridge!"

General Cheng roared and strode to usher in big strides. He clasped his fists with the King of Ten Thousand Beasts to show off, which was very formal.

Then dozens of monsters arrived at their designated area, and the people around them exclaimed in surprise.

"Look at it, that lion has a human body and a lion's head. It is said that he is the king of all beasts in Wanwu Ridge. He showed his face over Chang'an City that day."

"What is that, blind bear?"

"Is that a leopard spirit?"

"Hey, that thing looks so ugly. What is it? Is it a dog or a cat?"

Countless voices sounded, and Ye Qingfeng and others discovered that this three-world competition was really powerful. Except for the King of Ten Thousand Beasts who came in person, eight demon kings came to Wanwu Ridge, and the rest were all the most peak existences of demon generals.

Mrs. Yellow Cat, the Golden Bearded Cheetah and the Ghost-faced Dog King were all here, and even the old-fashioned Barbarian King came.

"I'll withdraw first, brothers."

Bai Wuyou laughed, then went to the area of ​​Wanzhou Ridge and greeted the monsters.

The disciples of Tiance Mansion and Buddhist disciples also arrived at the designated areas one after another, and Ye Qingfeng and Zi Yanran also returned to their respective camps.

Chu Biqiu said: "How are you preparing? I can't afford to lose anyone this time. My senior brothers and sisters are all waiting to be proud."

Ye Qingfeng waved his hand and said, "Small questions, wait and see."

"You can do it, this hasn't started yet."

Chu Biqiu hit Ye Qingfeng without hesitation, and loud noises came out, and the monsters from Demon King Mountain also came.

The Bull Demon King stepped on the black clouds and landed steadily in his area with dozens of monsters, which shocked the people around him. The soldiers present to maintain order were stunned.

"Hahahaha! I haven't seen you for a long time, the head of the Bull Demon King is still so majestic!"

General Cheng's voice was strong, calming the noise around him.

And the Bull Demon King also gave face and clasped his fists and said, "General Cheng, don't be fine."

Even the unnutritional greetings made the people present extremely excited. Such a lively event has not happened in thousands of years.

Soon, Guanyin Bodhisattva led his disciples from Putuo in the South China Sea to walk out of Chang'an City, and asked countless people to put their hands together and recite the Buddha's name to tribute to them.

The disciples of Putuo, South China Sea, once lived in Chang'an City to save the world. The people were simple, and these things were remembered in their hearts.

"Qingfeng, Qingfeng! The people of our Qinghe Town are here to cheer for you!"

He had a huge voice and had such a strong penetration in such a noisy field. Needless to think about it, it was undoubtedly Aunt Wu.

Ye Qingfeng looked back and saw that the people of Qinghe Town had indeed come. They waved to Ye Qingfeng excitedly, which made Ye Qingfeng feel extremely excited.

Ling Shuangyue and Xue Qianxun returned to their respective sects. Amid the endless noise, two fairy clouds floated up, and figures were all over the top, and they were disciples of Qixing Fangcun and Zhenyuan Wuzhuang.

The Great Jue Jinxian and Zhen Yuanzi arrived at the same time and greeted General Cheng. The leaders also greeted each other.

Mu Zibai and Hua Jieyu looked at each other, smiled softly, and returned to their own sect.

At this moment, another immortal cloud descended, and Yang Jian and the disciples of Lingxiao Heavenly Palace arrived in the human world.

This shocked the people around him, and they screamed, their faces turned red, and they called for the immortals to descend to earth.

But they quickly closed their mouths, because the death cyclone circled, as if there were a fierce ghost roaring. Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva came from the earth with his disciples from the underworld.
To be continued...