But no one on the Dragon Slaying Pavilion has been on the stage for a long time.
"Uncle Jing, let me go. I can feel that this woman on the stage is very strong." Murong Jian, who was wearing a light blue dress, looked calm and said to the bald old man in front of him, "I trust the strength of my junior brothers, but the aura on this woman... obviously passed away, and not only showed this little... In addition, the aura on her body was very strange."
Yuan Jing frowned, still hesitating.
Faced with an unknown sect in the central region, it is obviously an unreasonable approach to sending aces in the first small field.
Furthermore, Yuanjing also has selfish intentions.
He is the leader of the Dragon Sect Competition in this year's Hundred Sects.
In the team, there is his personal disciple Yuan Hao.
The reason why he brought Yuan Hao was to let him appear, show his skills, and accumulate some sect honors.
If Murong Jian is sent, the opportunity will be lost in vain.
Of course, what Murong Jian said makes sense.
This female disciple from Zi Yan Palace is indeed very strange in strength.
But Yuan Hao's strength is not weak, and his cultivation level has reached the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage.
Even if this woman's true strength is twice as strong as she showed, he is confident that Yuan Hao can win.
"Yuanhao, you're going to this game." After thinking about it, Yuanjing made a decision.
Yuan Hao is his personal disciple and he trusts it very much.
"Uncle Jing..." Murong Jian's face changed slightly, and he wanted to say something.
Yuan Jing waved his hand and said, "Jian'er, I have decided. Let Yuan Hao take this game... There is no reason to play a trump card at the beginning..."
Murong Jian wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.
"Senior Brother Murong, please believe me. I will definitely win for the Dragon Slaying Pavilion!" Yuan Hao bowed to Murong Jian and said.
Murong Jian nodded gently and instructed: "Junior brother, be careful in everything. If something is wrong, you can raise your hand immediately to admit defeat. Don't force it."
Yuan Hao hugged the brothers behind him again and jumped onto the competition stage.
Showing strength on such a large stage as the Hundred Sects is a dream for any sect’s children.
And if you can win, it will be a great honor.
Yuan Hao stood on the stage, felt the many gazes around him, and felt a burst of heroism surge in his heart.
This is his dream!
Arrived on the stage of hundreds of contests and won!
"Dragon Slaying Pavilion, Yuan Hao." Yuan Hao looked at Xiumei in front and clasped his fists.
Xiumei stood there with no expression on her face and no introduction.
"clang!"
At this time, the bell rang!
This highly anticipated focus battle has begun!
"Dragon-Slaying Art!"
Yuan Hao shouted loudly, not intending to keep his spare energy.
He wants to solve this battle in the most direct and fastest way!
With one magic trick, a red light shone on Yuan Hao's body.
He put his hands in front of him and condensed a crescent scimitar.
The scimitar shows a burning posture of flames, with a powerful aura!
Yuan Hao held the scimitar in both hands and slashed out at the plum blossom in front of him!
"boom!"
A half-moon-shaped flame sword energy blasted towards Xiumei!
The body of the plum blossom flashed and moved horizontally.
"Bang!"
But at this time, Yuan Hao rushed towards the place where she landed!
In two seconds, Yuan Hao appeared in front of Xiumei and slashed the scimitar on his head!
Judging from the location of the embroidered plum blossoms, there is no way to avoid it!
Yuan Hao used a little force with both hands to deviate the position of the blade and did not cut towards Xiumei's head.
But the next second, when the blade was about to touch Xiumei's shoulder, a cloud of gray gas suddenly burst out from Xiumei's body!
"call!"
The gray gas instantly wrapped Yuan Hao in it.
For a moment, neither of them could see clearly!
"Damn! Don't use this kind of trick!" Many viewers in the audience cursed!
They had just seen the wonderful showdown, but their vision was covered.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
There were muffled sounds coming from the gray gas.
The sound lasted for nearly ten seconds and came to an abrupt end.
The audience also fell into silence, staring at the competition stand.
Off the stage, Murong Jian frowned.
The ash gas slowly dissipates.
But before the gray gas dissipated, a figure flew out of the gray gas.
"Bang!"
The figure fell heavily on the ground, making a muffled sound.
Judging from the clothes on his body... this person is Yuan Hao from the Dragon Slaying Pavilion!
At this moment, Yuan Hao was covered in blood stains, and blood splattered around his body, motionless.
The gray gas completely dissipated, and Xiu Mei's figure appeared.
There was also a lot of blood on her purple and golden robe, but it was obviously the other party's... because there was no wound on her body.
This competition...is over?
Dragon Slaying Pavilion, defeated!?
"...The first small game, Zi Yan Palace won!" The referee was obviously stunned for a moment, but soon came back to his senses and announced the result.
"boom!"
At the venue of the Dragon Slaying Pavilion, a figure rushed out and fell on the competition platform in an instant.
It is Yuanjing.
Yuan Jing picked up Yuan Hao and saw the sunken parts of his body, and was furious.
Although Yuan Hao was still breathing... but even if he was cured, he would become disabled!
"You..." Yuan Jing's eyes turned red and she glared at the plum blossoms in front of her.
But at this time, Xiumei had turned around and walked backwards.
Everyone in the audience looked shocked.
How could this Zi Yan Palace, this female disciple... be so powerful?
Even the elite disciples sent by the Dragon Slaying Pavilion in Beidu are not her opponent...
Moreover, it was solved very easily...
"Oh my God, this Zi Yan Palace... After this Hundred Sect Competition, I'm afraid it will be famous in Yan Xia!"
...
Fang Yu stood on the steps of the audience on the other side, staring straight at the venue where the remains of the Zi Yan Palace were.
He could see clearly the situation on the competition stage.
That ball of gray gas...is not simple.
And this gray gas was not only found on that woman, but also on the five remnants of the Zi Yan Palace who just arrived all had the same breath.
One of them had a breath that was obviously overwhelming the other five.
This person is probably Ejima!
"A total of six people... Should I kill one by one, or all at once?" Fang Yu stared at the six figures in front of him, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.