"Master Wei, I don't know how to divide the sixteen groups?" asked a Xuanjun.

"The group was completed in front of Haiyun teachers that day," said the head of the Institute of Hospital Wei, coughing and saying to the people behind, "Come on the list, read!"

A Xuanzong-level teacher behind him immediately stepped forward, unfolded a roll of animal skin, and said loudly: "The first group, Cao Ankang, Daliang City, Zhu Jun, Guangyao City, Duan Tinggui, Shanyang City..."

Yu Xuanyu was at the foot of the mountain, looking up at Lianyun Peak dozens of feet high. The Xuanzong on the mountain who was reading the list was full of energy. With the support of Xuanli, the voice spread for several miles, and the contestants could hear it clearly.

"Group ninth? I was assigned to the ninth group!" Yu Xuanyu finally heard the reading of "Group ninth city Yu Xuanyu".

Li Wang smiled and said, "I wish you a successful advancement." He was very happy because he became a seed player because he was tied for Linyuan City with Xu Yang and did not have to participate in the group stage.

"All the players in the first group, go up to the top!"

Suddenly, a dozen people stood up among hundreds of young Xuanmen under the peak and lined up toward the peak. Each of them was very far apart, and they had a strong sense of alertness between them.

Seventy miles west of Donglai City.

A young man in blue shirt, with an ancient sword hanging on his waist, wearing a golden crown, and a velvet fat ball on his shoulders, galloping in the wilderness. The light green wind and mysterious power surged, and his speed was twice as fast as that of an ordinary Xuanshi.

This young man is Xu Yang.

"Hey, there seems to be something wrong in front of you!" Xu Yang stopped forcibly. In front of him, there was an abnormal wave of mysterious energy from heaven and earth. Looking at him intently, there seemed to be a faint mist floating away.

"It seems that there is an exquisite formation here!" A bead of sweat appeared on Xu Yang's forehead, and a trace of ominousness flashed across his heart, "Who is it that I set up this formation on the way I must go back to Donglai City? It seems that there is no murderous intent in the formation, it seems that it is not a killing formation, but a maze formation! What is that person's intention?"

While Xu Yang was concentrating on the formation, a misty voice sounded: "Yes, you can see a glimpse of the formation."

Xu Yang had a warning in his heart. He quickly took back the breath of Feng Ji Xuanli and spread the breath of Huo Ji Xuanli.

Accompanied by that sentence, a middle-aged man in yellow shirt wearing half a ghost face walked slowly, and a misty voice sounded from all directions: "Enter the formation, I won't kill you for the time being..."

"What a joke!" Xu Yang shouted loudly, and a vermilion bird screamed out, the bird's beak opened, and a hot stream shot out, stabbing at the middle-aged man in yellow.

The middle-aged man in yellow shirt had a half-faced ghost face, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, as if he was mocking and disdainful. He shook his hands gently, and an irresistible adsorption force surged out, sucking Xu Yang directly into the maze.

"Damn it, another Xuanzong, who is as young as Uncle Li!" Xu Yang cursed inwardly. He didn't expect that this was a Xuanzong figure, so powerful that he could not resist.

Xu Yang thought it was ridiculous. How could a Xuanzong use the power of formation to plot against him? But that's the truth.

Although Xu Yang was sucked into the maze formation, he was not afraid. He was a formation master. As long as he was not a killing formation, he relied on the deduction of the formation pattern to find the eye of the formation and let the fat ball swallow the mysterious power of the formation, and the formation would be broken without attack.

Xu Yang did not summon the Fire Eagle above the sky. This is his super trump card. If he uses it frequently, he will not be tempered. Only in a dangerous situation where he is almost bound to die will Xu Yang lift the Fire Eagle card.

The middle-aged man in yellow squatted Xu Yang into the formation with one palm, sat cross-legged on the side of the formation, closed his eyes and rested.

It was noon when the sun was approaching, and the middle-aged man in yellow slowly opened his eyes and said in confusion: "Am I guessed wrong?"

The middle-aged man in yellow slowly stood up. Suddenly, a smile appeared on his face covered by ghost face, and he said to himself: "Come here... this time, I must see your true face..."

The green roared sharply, and the wind was heard. A heroic figure appeared. He was driving a Qingluan Xuanling, his eyebrows were like a sword, and his eyes were sharp. It was Li Zhongxuan!

"Who are you? The person in the formation is Xu Yang!" Li Zhongxuan put away his Xuanling and landed on the ground, shouting in a deep voice.

The middle-aged man in yellow seemed to recognize Li Zhongxuan, and his face fluctuated under the ghost face.

A misty voice came from all directions: "It's Xu Yang in the formation... But the person I'm waiting for is not you... you should retreat."

Li Zhongxuan's eyebrows were cold and his eyes were cold: "Why do rats with hidden heads and tails speak to me with my mysterious silence? Are you afraid that I will recognize the original voice? Are you my old acquaintance?"

Li Zhongxuan's intuition was like a sword and extremely sharp. He vaguely felt that this man in yellow-shirt wearing a ghost face was someone he had met before.

The expression under the face of the yellow-shirted man was calmed down. He didn't say a word, but just made a gesture to Li Zhongxuan to leave.

"Hmph, I still have to see the truth from my hands!" Behind Li Zhongxuan, a shadow of a barren mountain filled with broken swords appeared. The bleak wind rose, the broken sword whineed, and a desolate and solemn feeling of killing came towards me.

This is Li Zhongxuan’s “Sword Sorrow” trend!

The man in yellow clothes seemed a little moved, and the shadow of all living beings appeared behind him, as if the illusion of a world, in which countless people were born, old, sick and dead, and reincarnation alternated.

"This enemy... is very strong!" Li Zhongxuan made a judgment in an instant that he could develop this world trend. The strength of this yellow-shirted man was definitely among the top in Xuanzong, and he could also rank in the top ten on the Grandmaster List.

The misty voice echoed again: "Get out, I don't want to kill me for unnecessary killing..."

Li Zhongxuan raised his sword eyebrows and snorted lightly. There were countless broken swords behind him, and a huge killing force of destruction attacked the man in the yellow-clothed ghost-faced face.

In the shadow of the world of the yellow-clothed man, mortals were killed by sword intent, screaming and begging for mercy one after another, as if a living real world was facing the disaster of the end of the day.

"Winter is gone, spring is coming again, and reincarnation is a certain number." A misty echo sounded. After all mortals were wiped out by the sword intent of nirvana, the world of the yellow-shirted man reappeared in reincarnation. One by one, the sound of babies crowing and crying, and they quickly grew up and began to live busy again. But in just one breath, the phantom of the yellow-shirted man's world was prosperous again.

With Li Zhongxuan's concentration, his heart was also a little scared. He didn't say a word, and Qingluan Xuanling rushed out of his body with a cry of tears, spreading his wings, reaching ten feet wide!

The initial competition between the characters of Xuanzong was a small test, but Li Zhongxuan transformed into his natal Xuanling and tried his best. From this point of view, he is indeed worthy of the title of "Desperate Sanlang".

The man in yellow also felt the pressure. He emitted a halo around him, the tiger roared, the giant bear howled, and several mysterious spirits appeared to face the Qingluan.

"Are you afraid that I will recognize you? You dare not use your natal Xuanling!" Li Zhongxuan shouted, "If you don't use your natal Xuanling, you won't beat me!"

Qingluan roared loudly and was about to launch a life-threatening blow. Just as the sword was tense, a wisp of flute sounded.
Chapter completed!