Bu Xiaotian followed several senior brothers to a ring. Many of the disciples watching the battle smiled and greeted the leader, Cheng Yunliang, and made room for them. They obviously knew Cheng Yunliang.
Cheng Yunliang also smiled and responded to their greetings one by one without being polite. He led a few people to a place with a better view and watched the competition on the stage.
Feeling his sleeve being pulled, Bu Xiaotian turned around and saw a girl in green clothes who was a head shorter than him looking at him with a smile on her face.
It's not Yunying, but who is it?
Yun Ying was too short and could not see the competition on stage from the crowd.
Seeing Yun Ying, everyone present smiled slightly. Bu Xiaotian turned his body slightly to one side and motioned for Yun Ying to come in front of him to watch the competition.
Unexpectedly, Yun Ying reached back and pulled out a boy who was shorter than her. She pulled his sleeves and walked together in front of Bu Xiaotian.
When the young man passed by Bu Xiaotian, he smiled sheepishly at him, looking very shy.
Bu Xiaotian smiled slightly, knowing that he was Yun Ying's friend, he nodded as a greeting, said no more, and looked up at the competition on the stage.
The two people competing on the stage looked like two young men in their twenties, one of whom was a disciple of Kirigakure Peak and the other was a disciple of Sekirei Peak.
When Bu Xiaotian and the others came over, the competition on the stage had already begun, so he didn't know the names of the two people.
I saw that the disciple of Wuyin Peak was holding a long sword with light blue brilliance in his hand, and his movements gave people a feeling of warmth like water.
The sword in the hands of the Chiling Peak disciple who was fighting against him was glowing with a faint red color, and his whole body exuded an aura as fiery as fire.
Fire and water have been incompatible since ancient times, and the battle between the two was very fierce from the beginning, and it looked really exciting.
The two sides were of similar cultivation, and after dozens of rounds of close combat with swords in hand, they were evenly matched, with no one taking advantage.
Finally, after another confrontation, the two people unexpectedly stepped back several feet and stood facing each other on the ring.
After looking at each other for a moment, the two of them took out the magic formula in their hands at the same time.
I saw the mist starting to appear within three feet of the disciple of Hidden Hidden Peak on the left. The mist gathered more and more, and in the end it completely covered his figure. There was only a ball of several feet in size left on the left half of the arena. The fog, the fog keeps rolling, and there is a faint tendency to condense into substance.
When the disciples of Kirigakure Peak were wrapped in the mist, the disciples of Chiling Peak on the other side were not idle either.
I saw a burst of red light flashing around him, and when he opened his mouth to spit out, a fireball the size of a fist came out of his mouth. The fireball swelled when it saw the wind, and in a moment it became ten feet in size, floating on the Chiling Peak. Half a foot away in front of the disciple.
The left side of the arena is getting colder and colder, while the right side is getting hotter and hotter.
The disciples standing on the left watching the battle, including those with lower cultivation levels, wrapped their clothes tightly around their bodies, but they still couldn't stop the waves of chill coming from the arena.
Some of the disciples who were standing on the right side watching the fight and closer to the ring had sweat on their heads.
The half-cold, half-hot atmosphere lasted for nearly a quarter of an hour, and the situation on the stage changed again.
I saw the mist in the huge fog ball on the left rolling faster and faster. As it rolled, it slowly became smaller and smaller, gradually became transparent, and finally shrank into a hollow water ball about one foot long.
The disciple of Kirigakure Peak was standing in the middle of the water ball. Perhaps he had consumed too much energy, and his face was a little pale.
The figure of the disciple at the Red Spirit Peak on the right also slowly floated up, hanging three feet above the ground.
The shape of the red fireball in front of him slowly began to change. A strange cry could be heard faintly, and the surrounding area of the fireball became even hotter.
Whether it was because he was burned by the fireball or because he forcibly performed the true technique, large beads of sweat appeared on the forehead of the disciple of the Red Spirit Peak, which turned into white vapor and dissipated before it even dripped to the ground.
This change lasted for nearly half a quarter of an hour.
Finally, the water ball on the left turned into a water dragon made of water, flying around the disciple of Hidden Mist Peak.
The water dragon is about several feet long and does not look very realistic. Only the head, horns, body, claws and tail can be seen, but the details are a bit fuzzy.
The fireball on the right turned into a big bird made of flames, flapping its wings and hanging in front of the Chiling Peak disciple.
The giant flame bird's wings spread out about two feet, with several crests made of flames on its head and five long tail feathers behind it, making it look noble and gorgeous.
When the water dragon and the fire bird were fully formed, the two people on the stage pointed forward with their magic spells almost at the same time, and the dragon and the bird rushed towards each other with unusual speed.
As the two get closer and closer, everyone's hearts are raised, and the momentum that has been building up for a long time will be revealed in the next moment.
The moment water and fire met, everyone in the audience exclaimed. A loud "boom" was heard, and white steam filled the entire arena. No one could see the specific situation in the white steam.
When everyone held their breath and stared at the two people's previous positions on the stage, Bu Xiaotian seemed to vaguely hear Cheng Yunliang's voice:
"The junior brother of Kirigakure Peak wins."
A gust of mountain wind blew away the white steam covering the arena, revealing the scene inside.
I saw that the disciple of Chi Ling Peak had fallen to the ground soaked to the skin, his face was pale, and he no longer knew what was going on.
The disciple of Hidden Mist Peak was doing better, but his clothes were burnt black in some places and his hair was a little burnt yellow. He was standing up tremblingly with his sword.
Seeing the results of this competition, there was another uproar in the audience. The disciples belonging to Kirigakure Peak showed a somewhat proud look on their faces, while the faces of those disciples from Chiling Peak revealed a hint of dissatisfaction.
At this time, an elder wearing gray robes walked out from the crowd beside the ring. He floated to the side of the Chi Ling Peak disciple who fell on the ground.
After a brief inspection to confirm that the disciple had just passed out and was not in danger of life, he stood up and announced to the audience:
"Kirikakumine Eunsheng!"
Following the old man's announcement, the disciple named Jiang Yun breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face.
There was also a burst of cheers from the audience. It was obvious that the brothers and sisters who were close friends with Jiang Yun were happy that he had won this battle.
The Chi Ling Peak disciple was immediately taken off the stage by the other Chi Ling Peak disciples in the audience and sent back to his residence to recuperate.
After announcing the result, the old man walked up to Jiang Yun, took out a palm-sized porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a black pill the size of a soybean and handed it to him, saying:
"This is the Guiyuan Pill. Taking it will allow you to recover your lost energy within two quarters of an hour."
Jiang Yun took the elixir and said respectfully:
"Thank you, elder!"
Then he swallowed the elixir and sat cross-legged to recover his energy.
After the competition on the stage was over, the disciples watching the competition underground, except Kirigakure Peak, remained where they were, and the others dispersed to other arenas to watch the competition.
Several senior brothers also said hello, then dispersed and found a ring to continue watching the battle.
Bu Xiaotian did not rush to other arenas, but waited until the surrounding area became quieter before asking Yun Ying:
"Ying'er, who is this junior brother?"
"His name is Yun Hao, he is the little brother I just adopted yesterday!"
Yun Ying heard Bu Xiaotian's question and replied with a bit of pride, then turned to Yun Hao who was a little restrained and said:
"Brother Yunhao, this is the brother Xiaotian I told you. Brother Xiaotian is very powerful!"
"Ying'er, you're acting up again!"
"No! He did it willingly!"
As soon as Yun Ying heard what Bu Xiaotian said, he argued unhappily.
When Yun Hao heard Yun Ying's words, he quickly saluted Bu Xiaotian and said respectfully:
"Red Spirit Peak disciple Yunhao has met Senior Brother Bu! I am the one who is willing to accept Senior Sister Yunying as the boss."
"Well, Junior Brother Yunhao, you don't have to be polite. Since you said so, I won't ask any more questions!"
This was the first time for Bu Xiaotian to be called senior brother so respectfully, and he was really not used to it. Seeing that Yun Hao was a little reserved but very polite in his behavior, he felt a little more favorable towards him.
"Brother Xiaotian, the competition over there seems to be very exciting. Let's go there and watch the competition!"
But it was Yun Ying who pulled Bu Xiaotian's clothes and pointed to a ring not far to the right, looking very excited.
Bu Xiaotian looked in the direction pointed by Ying'er and saw two magic weapons, one green and one yellow, flying back and forth and colliding with each other on the arena. The audience cheered continuously, which seemed very intense.
He glanced at the excited shadow again, then led the two of them towards the ring, but scolded him with a smile:
"You, you, just watch the fun, don't you know you want to learn something from the competition between your senior brothers?"
Soon the three of them arrived at the bottom of the ring, and Ying'er took Yun Hao to find a place where there seemed to be fewer people and squeezed in.
Bu Xiaotian glanced helplessly at the two guys who had squeezed into the crowd. He was afraid that they would get separated, so he had to shamelessly squeeze in after them.
There are also two young men competing on the stage here, one is a disciple of Wuji Peak and the other is a disciple of Wuyin Peak.
The two stood motionless, facing each other, just holding magic spells with their hands and staring at the magic weapons that were constantly colliding in mid-air.
I saw that the two magic weapons, one green and one yellow, were as fast as lightning, and they were separated every time they touched each other in the air. The collision of the magic weapons made a "ping ping ping pong" sound, which looked very lively.
Ying'er in the audience watched the magic weapons of the two people flying around, shouting and screaming from time to time, attracting many people around them to look sideways.
Yun Hao on the side was much quieter, watching the fighting on the stage seriously, with a hint of envy on his face.
I saw the magic formula in the hands of the Wuji Peak disciple suddenly change. Almost at the same time, the yellow sword in the sky suddenly split into hundreds of sword shadows, surrounding the cyan magic weapon, and then struck with lightning speed. Got the cyan magic weapon.
The blue magic weapon received this sudden blow, and the light suddenly dimmed, and fell back into the hands of the disciples of Hidden Mist Peak. It turned out to be a jade ruler.
The hundreds of sword shadows that had repelled the cyan magic weapon did not disperse. Instead, they chased the jade ruler and shot towards the disciples of Kirigakure Peak.
Although he was caught off guard, the expression on the face of the Kirigakure Peak disciple was not panicked.
He thrust the jade ruler in his hand into the ground, quickly drew out a magic formula with both hands, and instantly laid a cyan barrier in front of him, blocking the incoming sword shadow.
The Wuji Peak disciple recalled his sword and prepared to attack again, but at this moment, a green light suddenly flashed under his feet.
Two vines sprouted from the ground at his feet and wrapped around his feet.
Obviously he didn't expect his opponent to make such an unexpected move. A trace of surprise flashed across the face of the Wuji Peak disciple, and he couldn't help but look down at his entangled feet.
The moment the Wuji Peak disciple lowered his head, the Wuyin Peak disciple moved and was in front of him in the blink of an eye.
Before he could react, he hit him in the chest with a palm.
