At this time, a cold voice sounded on the ring beside him: "Victor, Friend Fang Luo!"

"Huh?" Long Haotian widened his eyes and said in amazement: "I didn't expect that Luo You, a guy, also entered the championship game!"

The words have not ended.

"Ha ha,"

Not far away, Fang Luoyou's hearty laughter came. He walked out of the crowd, with a smile on his eyes and mouth, looking at Mo Bei and smiling: "Mo Bei, I didn't break my promise! I have entered the championship game too!"

"Congratulations!" Mo Bei said sincerely with his fists.

Fang Luoyou folded the paper fan, waved his hand, and shook his head and said, "Oh, don't be busy with congratulations first! One or two of us are all included in our brothers. It's not too late to congratulate us after we decide the winner!"

"Haha," Mo Bei looked at his kind smile and couldn't help but feel very happy: "Our whole year of sacrifice of life and death has not been in vain. OK! When tomorrow morning, the winner will be decided, and you and my brother will be drunk!"

"Yeah!" Fang Luoyou focused his head, looked at Long Haotian again, and joked: "You kid is also very good, you can actually enter the top ten!"

"snort,"

Long Haotian was unhappy, and snorted, and said proudly: "This is natural, and I don't look at who my boss is!"

Mo Bei smiled and said, "Friend Luo, don't underestimate this kid. If it weren't for this kid deliberately hiding his strength, the three of us would have fought."

"Okay, I won't talk to you more. I happened to have some understanding of the competition just now. I still have to go back to practice swords. Let's see you on the ring tomorrow!" Fang Luoyou clasped his fists, shook the folding fan, turned around, and laughed away.

Long Haotian looked at Fang Luoyou's back gradually distant and whispered in Mo Bei's ear: "Boss, let's go back to practice swords. That guy is so perverted. He actually has an understanding again. We can't be weaker than him."

Mo Beishen nodded with agreement, clenched his fists heavily, and thought to himself: "This friend Luo is both an enemy and a friend. I admire him, but because of this, I cannot lose to him! I want to defeat him!"

After thinking about it, Mo Bei turned around resolutely and walked towards his room.

...

Early the next morning, the morning light had not yet emerged from the clouds.

The chill that lingers on the stone platform has not yet dissipated.

On the huge stone platform, there were already figures striking.

The noise kept spreading from the crowd and breaking into the sky, as if it was shocking the Lingyun in the sky.

Nothing else, it is precisely because the long-awaited competition for outer disciples is finally coming to an end today!

The highly anticipated number one, the leader, is finally born today!

Many disciples stayed up all night and surrounded the edge of the arena early in the morning, hoping to witness a battle for the leader more clearly.

Chen Qingzhu smiled and hugged the doll, surrounded by everyone like she was chasing the stars and the moon. Her teeth were lightly biting her red lips, her cheeks were slightly bulging, and she said with a touch of wit:

"This time, Brother Luo You is only one step away from the leader! After the battle is over, the first place will be won!"

Sun Zhongyan looked at the two people on the ring with a burning look, clenched his fists, his eyes flashed, and nodded and said, "Well, I agree too."

Fang Luoyou was superb in his swordsmanship, and Sun Zhongyan, who was defeated by his sword yesterday, was deeply touched.

Wang Lie was full of resentment and stared at Mo Bei, and said furiously: "What's so great about that kid? If I hadn't performed poorly temporarily, who would have been standing on the ring now!"

Ji Wubing had a gloomy face, with a hint of sinisterness and resentment between his eyebrows. He stared at Mo Bei on the stage, gritting his teeth and silently.

Ji Wuliang originally wanted to cheer for Mo Bei and cheer for him.

But he subconsciously glanced at Ji Wubing, his heart moved slightly, and his half-open mouth closed, and he still tactfully closed it.

Without exception, all public opinion is biased towards Fang Luoyou, and there are almost one-sided cheers.

Chen Jiuchou interjected and said, "I admit that Mo Bei is indeed very strong, and it is completely beyond my expectations!"

Hearing this, Long Haotian felt a little happy. Unexpectedly, before he could finish his happiness, Chen Jiuchou said immediately:

"But the dark horse is also limited. Fang Luoyou is the leader of the four geniuses after all, and his strength is enough to look down on the entire outer sect. Mo Bei is not his opponent!"

"Asiders watch the fun. You group of immortal cultivators, how could you know my boss's power? Humph~" Long Hao's nose almost turned crooked and he cursed a few times.

He felt unhappy in his heart, and hummed angrily, his hands were trumpet-shaped, holding them to his mouth, and shouting at the top of his voice: "Boss! Come on, boss, boss, boss will win!!"

However, before his voice could be heard, it was soon buried by endless cheers.

On the ring.

Fang Luoyou and Mo Bei were three meters apart, confronting each other, standing with swords.

"Finally, this day has come!" Fang Luoyou widened his eyes and stared at Mo Bei with a scorching eyes: "I have been waiting for it for a long time!"

"Haha," Mo Bei laughed and said, "So too!"

"Since we three brothers can already enter the sect's blessed place to practice, then there will be no worries anymore and there is no need to hide our strength!"

Mo Bei slowly drew his sword, and as the sword's edge was unsheathed inch by inch, the sword's body trembled slightly, making a rapid and soft sound.

"Sing!"

Until the moment the sword tip was unsheathed, the first ray of dawn in the sky slowly scattered to the ground.

Under the dawn, an extremely dazzling splendor shines on the tip of the sword, and the light is dazzling, making people dare not look directly at it!

Mo Bei's slightly drooping eyelids suddenly raised, and the gaze wandering on the ground suddenly flattened, and a splendid light flashed out. It was like a hungry wolf staring at the prey and staring at Fang Luoyou, which was so close to the hearts of the people!

"call!"

The wind suddenly rose, and the two people were curling their hair and their robes were clamoring!

The cold sword intent keeps rising and rising!

"Ying!"

In Mo Bei's chest, blood was turbulent, his heart was surging, and his excited tail fingers were trembling. The sword in his hand seemed to feel the high fighting spirit of the master, and the trembling of the sword body became more and more rapid, and he screamed wildly.

At the moment when the momentum of both sides reached its peak, suddenly!

"kill!"

The two roared in unison, and then the sword appeared like a rainbow!

"Swish!"

Mo Bei suddenly stepped on the ground with his legs, and the manic power spread from his ankles and erupted from the soles of his shoes, tearing the air behind him into a cyclone, scattering around.

Mo Beizhen shouted, his body suddenly leaned forward, accelerated again, and in a moment, he rushed out three feet.

The sword light suddenly appeared, and the extremely sharp sword energy rushed towards Fang Luoyou, with the momentum of thunder, reaching his chest! I wish I could pierce his sword through!

Fang Luoyou's face remained unchanged, his body was vaguely passing by, his steps were floating, and he flashed left and right.

The long sword in his hand suddenly stirred out three or five sword flowers, like a wheel, and rushed towards Mo Bei.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

The sharp sword energy immediately collided with three sword flowers rolling on the ground.

Three dazzling Mars splashed everywhere.

"drink!"

Mo Bei let out another low tremor, his waist twisted violently, and his body that rushed out and leaned forward stopped immediately. The moment when the sword light cut through the void and the sword force was only halfway out.

His wrist flipped, driving the sword light in his hand, and immediately changed the trajectory. His sword move was just halfway through, and then he changed again.

The body rotated a circle, and the moment it gathered to its peak, it stabbed out with another sword!

The various sword moves evolved in his hands, constantly changing, alternating reality and alternating, making people unpredictable.

With every wave of the long sword, sword energy spread out.

Although his sword skills are not perfect, they are also extremely exquisite. There is no slight stagnation in the evolution of sword moves. They are done in one go, and they are full of joy!

Everyone in the audience was dazzled and stunned!

"Okay, what a wonderful sword move!"

"Yes," Chen Qingzhu's delicate and tender chin kept lit up lightly, saying, "It seems that you all underestimated him just now."

Ji Wubing's face was slightly pale, and he looked at Mo Bei in great surprise, his eyes flashing and flashing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

But Fang Luoyou didn't give in at all. His steps were free and he was like a dragon. He had moved five or six places in just one breath.

A series of colorful sword energy kept passing by him, but it did not touch the slightest.

Fang Luoyou took a big step forward suddenly, and at the moment Mo Bei set out his sword again, he stabbed him with a fierce sword.

A purple-black electric arc spread instantly, as the sword energy burst out, crushing Mo Bei with the momentum of thunder.

"Good come!"

Mo Bei was fearless and fearless, neither humble nor arrogant, laughed loudly, but he did not give in at all in the face of the fierce momentum. He raised his hand and fell in the sword. The sword light lit up, and endless white light rose!

The moment the sword light was not completely restrained, Mo Bei burst into another sword.

Suddenly, a ball of dazzling light suddenly flashed out from the sword's edge, almost blinding people's eyes.

Fang Luoyou was prepared for a long time, but his sword was also a false move. The moment Mo Bei set out his sword, his body, which was stepping on the void, suddenly contracted, causing waves of tension.

He pulled his body and changed his movement trajectory. At the same time, Fang Luoyou's eyes closed and he slashed down with a sword, slashing on Mo Bei's sword light, and using the power to retaliate against the rebound force.

Fang Luoyou stepped on the air with his feet, rolled in the air a few times, falling five feet away.
To be continued...