You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

There is a distinction between the sun and the moon in Lingxuan Mountain, which gives everyone an idea of ​​time.

The sun gradually rose, and everyone who had been quiet opened their eyes, with different looks in their eyes.

There was only indifference in Changqing's eyes, even... a little bored.

"The time has come, the second round of the quota selection is about to begin!" The handsome uncle's voice rang in everyone's ears.

The handsome uncle gradually appeared in the center of the venue.

"In the second round, the venue will be the desert, and the selection method will be a free-for-all!!"

The handsome uncle waved his hand, and everyone only felt the whistling wind, followed by yellow sand filling the sky. A desolate sea of ​​sand appeared under everyone. In the far distance of the sea of ​​sand there was a very obvious green coil-shaped area.

This time no one seemed surprised, after all, they had seen it yesterday.

"The melee is just what the name suggests. It's a melee. You can form an alliance or fight alone. There's no limit to the means. You just need to force the opponent out of the green line. Of course, you can't hurt anyone, otherwise you will be disqualified."

After the handsome uncle finished explaining the rules, he disappeared again.

"Those nearly a thousand disciples, if they don't come forward now, when will they come?" Bai Shan's voice was also heard.

Countless streams of light flew up and entered the green circle, which was very spectacular.

Changqing stood up and turned into a green light and entered the green line.

Chang Qing was just trying to find a corner to hide, but he felt several eyes falling on him from behind.

Changqing shivered violently and felt something was wrong.

Sure enough, before he landed on the ground, a fire dragon attacked him.

Changqing looked and saw that the person who made the move was Huo Wanhe.

"This little girl is quite vindictive."

There was a flash of black light in Changqing's hand, and the black sword appeared in his hand. He injected spiritual power into it and slashed at the fire dragon. Suddenly, a monstrous sword light flew quickly, broke through the sound barrier, and flashed through the fire dragon.

The fire dragon whimpered and split into two halves, turning into sparks all over the sky, which dissipated bit by bit, and the sword light also dissipated along with it. The yellow sand suddenly flew up and turned into dust all over the sky. It was only at this moment that it reacted.

Chang Qing didn't waste any words and released a sword energy, slashing towards Huo Wanhe. Huo Wanhe then shot out several fire dragons to disperse the sword energy.

Chang Qing was about to make another move, but he saw that Huo Wanhe had already been surrounded by disciples of the Xuanhuo Family, preventing Chang Qing from making a move without considering the consequences.

Changqing narrowed his eyes slightly. Although he was unhappy, the performance of the Xuanhuo Family made Changqing shake his head. Finally, he turned around and stopped looking at these people. When he left, Changqing did not say anything. He walked away lightly with extreme contempt.

Many people's eyes were focused here. When they saw this scene, their pupils shrank and they even gave up the idea of ​​taking action.

Many disciples of the Yuling Sect came over and wanted to seek Changqing's protection, but Changqing exuded a cold aura and looked like he kept no strangers around, which discouraged many disciples of the Yuling Sect from approaching.

Chang Qing breathed a sigh of relief after watching the people surrounding him disperse.

It's not that he doesn't want to protect these people, but now it's a battle for the quota of the Southern Region Discussion Conference. If he can protect them for a while, can he protect them forever? This will harm them instead.

After all, he had already learned that the Southern Region Conference was not a good place, with the casualty rate of disciples reaching nearly 50% every year.

Chang Qing turned his head and found that the senior disciples of several other sects were just like him. They did not protect anyone and it seemed that they also understood the cruelty of the Southern Region Conference.

Chang Qing sat on a small sand dune, leaning on a black sword. Looking around, he saw many people fighting. Magical spells were flashing different lights in the sky, which were no less beautiful than fireworks.

"It feels so comfortable~" Seeing that no one was bothering him anymore, Changqing felt a rare sense of heroism.

"Don't laugh at me sleeping drunk on the battlefield. How many men have ever returned from the battles in history?!" Chang Qing couldn't help but whispered softly with some emotion.

"Good poem!!" A gentle male voice suddenly came from behind.

Changqing had already discovered it, but he did not stop the owner of the voice from approaching.

Turning around, he saw Zhong Baixuan in white standing beside him, looking around.

"Senior Brother Zhong!" Chang Qing nodded towards Zhong Baixuan as a greeting.

"Brother next door has extraordinary fighting ability, but I didn't expect that his talent in poetry is also so outstanding." Zhong Baixuan said softly.

This was Chang Qing's first conversation with Zhong Baixuan. In his opinion, Zhong Baixuan did not seem like a cultivator but more like a Confucian scholar in an academy. His gentle and elegant temperament was outstanding.

Chang Qing smiled gently. "As a fellow disciple, I am younger than you. Senior Brother Zhong, please call me Junior Brother! As for my poetic talent, Senior Brother Zhong misunderstood. This poem is a verse that is popular in my hometown, and it is not created by me."

"Oh, I see." Zhong Baixuan nodded.

Chang Qing stared into Zhong Baixuan's eyes and said, "Brother Zhong, are you here to fight me?"

Zhong Baixuan waved his hands quickly: "I'm not here to spar with Junior Brother Wang, I just want to make some friends."

"Puchi~" Chang Qing couldn't help laughing, looked at the battle situation around him, then stared into Zhong Baixuan's eyes and said: "Under this situation?"

Zhong Baixuan also realized that this was a bit presumptuous, scratched his head and said awkwardly:

"Yes, this situation is indeed not appropriate. It's just that I met Junior Brother Wang for the first time today. I didn't expect that there is a genius like you in the sect, so I wanted to make friends with you."

Chang Qing raised his eyebrows, fearing that Zhong Baixuan was jealous, and said quickly:

"Brother Zhong, don't feel too stressed. I was simply dragged here by Sect Master Ji to make up the numbers. Strictly speaking, your talents and qualifications are much better than mine. I have practiced for many more years than you."

Zhong Baixuan waved his hands again and said, "Junior brother, you misunderstood. I am not jealous, I really want to make friends with you. You give me a very special feeling, so..."

Chang Qing breathed a sigh of relief, stood up, put his arm around Zhong Baixuan's shoulders and said, "Okay, then you are my friend today."

Chang Qing could feel that Zhong Baixuan was thin but strong, and had a faint dangerous aura. This strength was well deserved.

"Junior brother is very strong. I would like to exchange more experiences with him if I have the chance." When saying this, Zhong Baixuan actually showed a bit of fierce aura.

It seems that he is also a warmonger.

"Sure, sure." Chang Qing said perfunctorily. He didn't want to fight with others at every turn, as it would easily cause trouble.

"Brother, you are not here just to make friends!" Chang Qing said.

"Of course, I'm here to tell you some hidden rules of the second round." Zhong Baixuan didn't hide it and said it directly.

"First, the high-level disciples of each sect are not allowed to protect the low-level disciples, which can easily harm them." Zhong Baixuan looked at Chang Qing

"Brother next door seems to have guessed it, so let me directly tell you the second point. In the central area of ​​this area, the geniuses of various sects will engage in a big melee. This move is not to eliminate anyone, but to improve themselves as quickly as possible through fighting at the same level. After all, such opportunities are rare."

Chang Qing nodded. No wonder he didn’t see Huo Wanhe continuing to bother him. It turned out that he was waiting for him there.

"There is such a thing. No wonder I don't see those disciples of Pi Hai Realm! Let's go and take a look."

Chang Qing pulled out the black sword stuck in the sand, put it behind his back, and flew towards the center with Zhong Baixuan.