When the morning dawned, the three parties left the tent early and rushed to the contest venue.

The elders chose the mountains to be close to the camp, and they were only a hundred miles away.

Of course, the elders are chosen in the direction of the quiet valley, and their meanings need not be said.

The contest between the masters is naturally not like the ordinary martial arts.

A slightly shorter mountain in the middle was cut off to the tip of the mountain. As a place for this competition, a battlefield was opened on the steep **** of the adjacent mountain.

Although it is temporary, the tables and chairs are all available, and even the elders have told people to prepare tea for each table.

The sun was so hot that the dew on the leaves had just dried up.

The three parties are naturally divided into three areas.

The Baijia, Beiming Shenzong and Tianfeng families occupy the seats on the north side, and the middle places are those where the Nanchang family watched the battle.

On the other hand, it is the Canglong Pavilion and the Nanyang Temple.

Those in Nanchang have frequently whispered their heads and calculated their own affairs.

The elders and Li Chen each had a spiritual barrier to protect them. Obviously, they did not want their conversations to be snooped by others.

For a long time, the elders, the North Emperor Xuan, the Yan and the old three nodded, and then the elders stood up and looked to the other side of the Canglong Pavilion camp.

Although there was no sound, there was no spiritual fluctuation, but Li Chen seemed to feel the general, but also looked up and looked at the elders.

The elders were expressionless, half-eyed and arched at Lichen.

Indicate that the other side is ready.

Li Chen’s eyes were cold, and he also arched his hand toward the elders. Then his arm waved gently, and a man behind his mouth stood with a sneer.

"Hey! How is he."

"Does he shoot in the first game?"

Those who came to see Nanchang’s family heads first stood out, and they couldn’t help but **** a cold air.

Among the three people who participated in the battle, Li Yutian’s cultivation was the highest, and there was enough spiritual cultivation to cultivate the family’s ancestors.

This kind of strength should be left with the finale. No one expected that he would stand up first.

However, Li Tiantian did not care what these Nanchang owners thought, and the figure jumped. The next moment, the people had already fallen to the side of the martial arts.

Noda's martial arts platform, people stand up and show very small, but Li Yantian's momentum is pressing the audience.

"Li Yutian, ask the talents."

The sneer of the mouth is still sneer, and Li Tiantian took a bit of disdain for the direction of the white family, and his eyes also looked at Bai Jinyi.

A long time ago, after he learned that Bai Jinyi and Long Qingfeng both called the Ziyun Shuangxiong, they had a determined mind.

He is the most talented person in the Dragon Pavilion for nearly a thousand years, and he will never allow others to be taller than his talent.

Bai Jinyi felt the gaze from the competition field, and his mouth slightly touched, revealing a mysterious smile. He said: "Inflammation, please also ask the Fengjie of the Tianfeng family to worry about it."

With the cultivation and identity of Bai Jinyi, will this kind of provocation be taken care of?

Ha ha!

"The owner of the valley is relieved." Yan old eyes flashed a glimmer of light, his arms lifted, and his voice was too high. "Xi Wei, you go to Li Shao to ask a few tricks."

"Yes." After the old man, a short man walked out.

Seeing that the appearance is less than 30 years old, but Bai Jinyi knows that the life of the Tianfeng family cannot be calculated by humans.

It looks like a 30-year-old, and it is very likely to live for hundreds of years.

"A long time, I have a lot of talents, and Yan Xizhen, especially to ask for advice."

The thick voice was passed into everyone's ears, and then a red long rainbow fell to the platform.