Everyone has chosen the demon clan, who would still practice seriously?

Wu Ya also felt a little strange when Chu Yang reminded him of this.

"Could it be..." Wu Ya's guess was successful and made Chu Yang and Alan Wangsu look at him, and even Meng Hu couldn't help but glance sideways.

Wu Ya gave his final guess, "Could it be that he also admires the king?"

Meng Hu felt relieved and turned around to continue watching the arena.

Alan Wangsu also picked up the teacup again.

Only Chu Yang narrowed his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

The Great Elder shouted to the disciples around him: "Where is Yanxun? Is he here?"

At this moment, a purple shadow flashed by and landed lightly on the ring.

This is a tall and handsome man.

He was wearing an extremely exaggerated purple brocade robe, and his entire body was covered with high-level magical weapons.

He looked around the room with a pair of proud eyes and said in a deep voice, "Master, is this the extremely urgent situation you mentioned?"

He looked at Mo Yin opposite him and sneered: "Is this it?"

When the Great Elder saw Yan Xun, a glimmer of hope ignited in his heart.

His second disciple is a lunatic. He always hides in the cellar and hangs out with monsters all day long.

But he is very talented and has natural heterochromia, which allows him to see things that outsiders cannot see.

As for Yan Xun like this, he just let him go.

This time, he is the only one who can give Lingshan a glimmer of hope.

"Yanxun, the young emperor bullied Lingshan. We and Tiangong won two games each. Now there is only one game left!"

"If you win, everything the master promised you in the letter will come true!"

Hearing what the Great Elder said, the impatience on Yan Xun's face finally faded a little.

He raised his head and looked at the charming Mo Yin opposite him, "A vulgar woman."

Then he looked up at the Young Emperor mentioned by the Great Elder. After just one glance, he stood there in a daze.

"Beautiful! So beautiful! Such a stunning beauty actually exists in these three realms!"

"Just being able to see you is worth my whole life!"

Everyone's eyes flickered between Yan Xun and the Young Emperor, and no one understood what Yan Xun meant.

Although they respected the young emperor, his face was rather delicate.

It really has nothing to do with the word "peerless".

Wu Ya silently rolled his eyes, "What a bunch of country bumpkins who have never seen the world. Even their young emperor is so beautiful, how can our king be called stunningly beautiful!"

Ren Yi on the stage narrowed her eyes. This Yan Xun was indeed born with heterochromia and could actually see her true face.

This person has been staying in Lingshan for many years and doesn't know the Demon King, so he was just surprised by his appearance.

But...it seems that we can't keep him.

Yan Xun, who didn't notice anything unusual, looked at the elder at this time: "If I win, can she let me play with her?"

Zheng——!

The sound of swords being drawn in unison frightened the Great Elder so much that he almost jumped up.

This idiot, why does he tell everything to others?

Look at the eyes of those people in Tiangong, they are almost wanting to eat people!

Boom-!

The bell rang again, and the final round of competition began.

Mo Yin walked up to Yan Xun with an expressionless face and bowed to him politely: "Fellow Daoist, I am honored."

Yan Xun, adhering to the principle of not hitting someone who smiles at him, bowed his head and returned the greeting, "You're polite."

The next moment, a huge force came from above Yan Xun's head and hit him hard on the head.

Yan Xun's facial features were distorted in pain!

He stood up straight with a roar, and first looked up and glared at Mo Yin opposite him.

Mo Yin still maintained the posture of bending over and bowing. When he slowly stood up, he saw Yan Xun's furious look and was very puzzled.

"Fellow Daoist Yan, what's wrong?"

Yan Xun shifted his gaze away from her and searched around the arena's barrier.

It was empty, with only the battle flags fluttering in the air.

The red and swollen bump on the back of his head reminded him that it was not an illusion, but who exactly attacked him?

Mo Yin frowned and said with concern: "Fellow Daoist Yan, you are not feeling well, do you want to go down and rest first?"

As he spoke, he turned around and pointed in the direction of Lingshan.

Yan Xun also followed her gaze. Could it be that someone in the audience was beating him?

state--!

Another heavy blow hit Yanxun's back of the head.

The force this time was so heavy that Yan Xun felt like his brains were about to come out.

He turned around and there was no one or anything behind him.

He looked at Mo Yin, who had just finished looking at the cultivators from Lingshan and turned back.

"Daoyou, why are you covering your head? Are you dizzy?"

Yan Xun walked up to Mo Yin and stared into her eyes.

It couldn't be clearer.

Seeing him approaching, Mo Yin looked puzzled: "Daoyou, what's wrong with you? Do you need me to help you with anything?"

Yan Xun looked at her suspiciously, "Not you?"

Mo Yin looked at him seriously, "Are you still going to compete or not? Why are you talking nonsense?"

Yan Xun was really confused. He stood in the middle of the venue with his sword drawn, looking around in confusion.

What's the matter?

Unlike him who was puzzled, the monks in the audience were all laughing like crazy.