Ye Xuefeng walked through the layers of people and walked straight towards the largest of the eight arenas.

Looking around, I saw that there were a crowd of disciples from various sects under the stage, crowded with people.

It seems that there are at least thousands of people.

Obviously, at least half of the Ice Square is gathered in this audience now, especially the younger generation of male disciples.

As soon as Ye Xuefeng got closer, he heard the noise here loudly, all of which were the joyful discussions of disciples of various sects.

"Bei Mang Mountain has always been rich in beauties. I heard that this time the fairy in Mo is known as the most outstanding beauty in six hundred years!"

"Tsk, then you need to say that I saw her on the cloud bridge that day. She was so charming... Oh, who hit me in the head... Huh, uncle?"

An old man with white beard angrily said beside those people: "A few little bastards, you are a cultivator, so you should be calm. Why are you still so greedy for beauty? If you are asked to come to the stage, you will have to just look at that face and lose without taking action!"

"Ah... the teacher taught me a lesson."

"Hmph, so I have told the senior brother of the sect that the beauty of the beauty is so bad that our Shushan Sword Sect should not accept female disciples!"

“…”

Ye Xuefeng felt a little uncomfortable as he watched these people discussing Senior Sister Mo without restraint, and Mo Zixun had become the focus of their goddess-like focus in their hearts.

You know, the senior sister used to be so deeply liked him, but now...

He was walking around, but he was still circling around the crowd, and the inside was already full of young male disciples, and he couldn't even insert the needle.

Many people around him were even more anxious than him and kept saying, "That's bad, no good place. If I had known, I would have been here to queue up last night!"

Ye Xuefeng became more and more angry, so he had to force himself into it. He finally got into the inner circle. Sure enough, he saw more than a dozen people sitting nearest the arena. The head of Tianshan Sect, Yu Ding Zhenren, the head of Kunlun Sect, Wang Mian, the head of Shushan Sword Sect, the head of Piaomiao Sect, the head of Qingcheng Sect and the head of Beim Sect were all present. There were more or less elders and seniors from their respective sects next to them.

Behind them, there were disciples of various sects standing densely. The most eye-catching one was the group of beautiful disciples behind Master Mishong in Beim Mountain.

Ye Xuefeng clearly realized that Mo Zixun was standing behind the Master Mishong, and she was closest to her!

At this moment, Mo Zixun's face was indifferent and beautiful, attracting countless gazes.

Ye Xuefeng looked around and saw that all the younger generation of cultivation disciples around him were almost all looking at the beauties behind Master Mihong, especially Mo Zixun, which was even more eye-catching!

However, it seems that those beauties have long been used to this, and they all have a calm expression. Mo Zixun is even more expressionless, as if she ignores the male disciples who covet her.

At this time, the noise in the audience suddenly became quiet.

Under the attention of everyone, Mo Zixun took a step forward and bowed to Master Mireng who was sitting on the chair. Master Mireng nodded faintly and said, "Go."

Mo Zixun responded, erected the clothes, gently held the magic trick with her right hand, looked at the stage with a pair of bright and beautiful eyes, and walked onto the stage with light steps.

The mountain wind blows, and the white clouds flutter like the softest and most beautiful silk, the ink purple lavender flutters, the skin is like snow, and it is as clear and beautiful as a poplar, like a fairy in the Nine Heavens falling into the mortal world. When people love and pity, they still have a bit of awe.

A moment later, the audience was thunderous, the mountains were yelling, the sound was so loud that Ye Xuefeng was caught off guard, and his ears were buzzing immediately. Unexpectedly, Mo Zixun was so popular, but after all, even when he looked at the beautiful figure on the stage, he couldn't help but feel excited and couldn't control himself!

Master Mian Hong, who was sitting in the audience, had a cold face, and now there was a smile.

After a while, a young disciple who walked onto the ring from somewhere (because no one noticed it at all) had a big face and thick eyebrows, and looked quite handsome. He looked very excited. As soon as he got on the stage, he bowed to Mo Zixun and said, "Junior Sister Mo, below is Yang Xin, a disciple of Qingshi Master Qingcheng Sect. Today I am lucky to have a three-year honor!"

"Shh!" Boos were heard everywhere in the audience.

Mo Zixun had a expressionless face and said lightly: "Senior Brother Yang is polite. Mo Zixun, a disciple of the 26th generation of Beim Mountain, will ask Senior Brother Yang for advice today!"

Ye Xuefeng stood under the stage, looking at Mo Zixun, who was standing in Taichung as indifferent as a fairy, but felt a pain in her heart for no reason. Once upon a time, her senior sister was not like this. She was obviously a good girl with cold outside and flesh and blood, but now she became like this cold and indifferent that was not as good as the world. What happened to her?

At this moment, Yang Xin on the stage was still talking nonstop. Judging from his appearance, if he could continue to say this, there would be no need for a competition. It doesn’t matter if he talks until the end of time!

Fortunately, his opponents accounted for the majority of the time off the field. Before he could say a few words, countless people angrily said, "You | Mom, aren't you? Let's talk nonsense!"

"Sex|Ghost!"

"Jizhazha, you are the same as a girl!...Huh, this senior sister, ah, why do you do, why do you see me like this?...No, I absolutely have no intention of slandering my female compatriots..."

"when!"

As the sound of the bell and tripod finally passed, Mo Zixun's face turned cold and she looked straight at Yang Xin.

Yang Xin felt a chill all over when she looked at her cold eyes. Although from here, even Mo Zixun's face was still unparalleled, he did not dare to joke anymore, and quickly put away his smile, corrected his mind, and used his right magic trick to sacrifice a silver-white fairy sword.

The audience knew that it was finally about to start, and the noise of discussion finally decreased. Everyone was looking forward to Fairy Mo performing another wonderful performance for himself.

As Yang Xin sacrificed the fairy sword, the cold air suddenly appeared on the table. On the other hand, Mo Zixun stood on the stage with a calm expression on her face, watching Yang Xin's luck in front of her, and seemed to have no intention of attacking at all.

Behind her, she was carrying a fairy sword with a lilac sword sheath. Although she had not yet reached the point where she could put the fairy sword into her body at will, no one from Yang Xin on the stage to everyone below the stage dared to underestimate the lilac sword!
Chapter completed!