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

Others may not know the relationship between the Human King and Shu Yuan, but Ren Yi is clear about it.

These two are good brothers who have shared life and death.

Just now, Xuanyuan Feng obviously knew some little secret about Shu Yuan, and used this to pull him to the stage.

I just don’t know where Xuanyuan Feng will hide after today is over.

Ren Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at Shu Yuan, smiling slightly:

"Prince Yuan, I heard that you are an excellent swordsman. Why don't we just compete in swordsmanship without using any spiritual power or magic power to avoid hurting each other?"

Shu Yuan frowned. According to the prophecy, he would be fighting with the devil in the ring later.

Well, before that, it's not impossible to exchange a few moves with the Emperor of Heaven to dampen the arrogance of the Celestial Clan.

Shu Yuan raised his hand and sucked Ye Bing who was below the stage. The long sword in Ye Bing's hand was sucked into his hand and held.

Ren Yi: "Hey, why doesn't Prince Yuan use 'Ji'?"

Shu Yuanqingjun had a bit of impatience on his face, "'Ji' won't return to the sheath until it sees blood."

Ren Yi's mouth twitched, and a long sword appeared in his hand and stabbed at Shu Yuan.

Looking at the random sword tip stabbing at him, Shu Yuan stood there in a daze, his whole body seemed to be stiff.

The figure of the Emperor dancing with the sword and the figure of the prophecy merged together, with every move and every style being exactly the same.

His mind was in a mess and he was unable to fight back. He could only dodge continuously.

His originally steady heartbeat started beating faster and faster as he looked at the scene in front of him in amazement.

Ren Yi did not give up attacking because of Shu Yuan's dodge. Her sword was sharp and every move contained domineering momentum and strong murderous intent.

It's not directed at Shu Yuan, but her sword moves themselves are like that.

The next moment, the long sword flew out of his hand and stabbed at him, so Shu Yuan dodged to the left.

He caught up with him, grasped the hilt of the sword with his backhand, and pulled the sword forward.

For a moment, Ren Yi and Shu Yuan passed each other in opposite directions.

At the moment when the two men faced each other, a long sword flashing with cold light lay across their bodies.

The cold sword blade reflects the casual and relaxed face.

A real face, an illusory shadow.

Shu Yuan was struck by lightning, and his body slowed down. The one who would fight him in the prophecy was clearly Yi Ran, not the Emperor of Heaven. Could it be? !

The sharp sword actually broke through his physical defense and left a shallow wound on his left arm.

He put away his sword and stood not far away, looking at Shu Yuan quietly.

Shu Yuan stood there, his face showing no emotion.

After a long time, a smile slowly appeared on his face.

It was not a superficial smile that was pretended after losing, but a shallow smile that emerged from the darkness deep in the heart.

Although it is faint, it is like melting ice and snow, which is very comfortable to watch.

Ren Yi heard Shu Yuan's low voice: "I lost."

The monks around all gasped.

The winner was determined so quickly?

I didn’t expect that the Emperor of Heaven’s magic was so powerful that even his swordsmanship was so impressive.

But why did Prince Yuan look so happy even though he had clearly lost?

While everyone was puzzled, Ren Yi had already flown back to the warm room.

Wu Ya slapped his thigh again: "Oh no, Prince Yuan is showing lust to the Emperor of Heaven!"

Chu Yang raised his eyebrows: "Really?"

"Really!" Wu Ya carefully studied Shu Yuan's expression, "It's strange, Prince Yuan's love for the king came inexplicably, and it also went away inexplicably."

Chu Yang didn't care about these, he only knew one thing:

Prince Yuan is so fickle that he will definitely have no chance in front of the king in the future.

After the dinner, it was already late at night.

Except for a very small number of cultivators who left on their own, most of the cultivators planned to stay in Wanren Mountain and wait to leave using the teleportation array the next day.

The usually deserted Wanren Mountain was now crowded with many monks shuttling back and forth late at night.

The lights in the warm room were still bright.

Xuanyuan Feng held Ren Yi and the puppet and refused to let them leave. He first decided on the time and place for the Three Realms Martial Arts Competition, and then discussed the specific division of labor.

When the three of them were just about to finalize the specific cleaning schedule, Ren Yi finally couldn't help it.

"Human King, I see that Prince Yuan has been waiting for you for a while. If you stick your head out, you will be stabbed. If you hide your head, you will still be stabbed."

"Go quickly, don't waste time."

Xuanyuan Feng's face fell instantly.

He walked out with a look of martyrdom on his face.

Just as Ren Yi was about to switch back with the puppet, he saw She Xiao standing at the door waiting for him.

"Your Majesty, I want to talk to you alone."

The puppet had a troubled expression on his face, "I still need to discuss the Three Realms Martial Competition with the Emperor of Heaven."

She Xiao smiled slightly and added: "It will only take you a moment."

He nodded casually, pretending to wait for the devil, and did not go far.

The puppet could only follow She Xiao to the edge of the cliff in the distance.

She Xiao did not turn around to look at the puppet, but looked up at the full moon in the sky and spoke slowly:

"Is that you?"

The puppet's heart skipped a beat, and Ren Yi, who was using his spiritual sense in the distance, was also slightly stunned.