A bright light rose into the sky, and the space enveloped by the light was distorted.
Water-like ripples in the void spread in circles, and immediately, four figures emerged from it.
The person in front of him is a beautiful girl with white teeth and bright eyes.
She is wearing a long cyan dress.
She has a slender and graceful figure, delicate cheeks, and beautiful eyes that confuse all living beings.
However, the aura exuding from his body was extremely cold, giving people a feeling of being alienated from others.
Behind the girl are three young men with different looks.
One person has a delicate appearance and a slightly thin figure.
One person was tall and tall, with a resolute face, exuding unrivaled domineering power.
The last person had a faint evil smile on his face.
These four boys and girls are none other than Geshu Hongyan and the four who arrived here from Mingyang City in a teleportation array.
He shook his head slightly to calm down the confusion caused by the space teleportation.
Mo Zhiyao slowly raised his head and looked into the distance.
In front of him, the outline of a huge city loomed in his field of vision.
"This is Qingyun City" Mo Zhiyao's eyes were filled with shock.
In the distance, a huge city made of unknown blue stone spreads to the end of the sight, like an ancient giant beast, filled with a vigorous and distant ancient atmosphere.
On the roads extending in all directions, you can see countless people coming and going.
Even if they are far apart, you can still clearly hear the bursts of noise.
The first impression of the entire city that gave Mo Zhiyao was that of prosperity and hugeness.
In comparison, the Tianmu City in Northern Xinjiang cannot be compared with it at all.
"Stop looking, let's go to the city first."
Bai Xie patted Mo Zhiyao on the shoulder and said with an evil smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, the brother Shu Hongyan in front of him flashed and took the lead towards Qingyun City.
Mo Zhiyao also nodded and followed closely with Bai Xie and Mo Yan.
The location where the four of them are at this moment is one of the four acropolis outside Qingyun City, not inside Qingyun City.
Qingyun City is located in the center of the Southern Territory, and its geographical environment has destined it to be more prosperous than any other town.
What distinguishes this city from almost all towns in the Southern Region is that it does not have any managers.
If there are rules wherever there are people, then the only rule in Qingyun City is that there are no rules.
There is a mixture of fish and dragons here, and the people who hang out in Qingyun City are all desperadoes who lick blood with their sword heads and cut meat.
Here, as long as your fists are strong enough, you can do whatever you want.
Killing people in the street and grabbing treasures is a common thing.
Compared with Qingyun City, the chaotic capital in Northern Xinjiang is nothing but a small witch and a big witch.
It is precisely because of this extreme chaos that Qingyun City is far more prosperous than other towns.
In recent times, the popularity of Qingyun City has reached an extremely terrifying level.
Almost all the time, there are countless figures, overwhelmingly gathering from all directions.
The Sifang Pavilion Competition held once every ten years can be said to be the largest event in the entire Southern Region.
In addition, the Sifang Pavilion Competition is held in a sealed place, which undoubtedly has extremely high appeal and temptation.
There are endless treasures in the sealed land, and their fatal temptation has made countless strong people rush there regardless of their own safety, thus ignoring the dangers involved.
In this world, people die for money and birds die for food.
The temptation of treasure will always make people lose their minds and forget about death.
"The popularity here is really high."
Mo Zhiyao glanced at the locust-like figures in the sky, smacked his lips, and sighed.
"Hey, this Sifang Pavilion competition is going to open the sealed land, so of course there will be more people coming."
Bai Xie smiled lightly and said softly.
"We'll enter the city later, so be careful.
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The people here are not very nice."
"Yes."
Mo Zhiyao nodded when he heard this.
In such a short journey, he saw no less than ten fights and fights, and all of them ended with one party dying tragically on the spot.
Here, no one cares about your identity.
If you are not strong enough, you'd better get out of here with your tail between your legs.
Otherwise, you might be killed in the next moment.
However, Mo Zhiyao had no objection to this kind of chaos.
After all, he has experienced countless bloody killings along the way.
He is not a flower in the greenhouse.
When it comes to ruthlessness, Mo Zhiyao is no less cruel than those ruthless people who lick blood with the tip of a knife, and is even worse. and.
Mo Zhiyao would not take the initiative to provoke others unless he got into trouble.
But if anyone doesn't open his eyes, Mo Zhiyao won't be lenient.
With Mo Zhiyao's current trump card, as long as he doesn't meet that kind of super fierce man in the middle stage of metamorphosis, he is sure to escape unscathed.
You know, he has the demon core of a ghost-faced crocodile in the early stage of molting.
In other words, the demon core of the demonic crocodile in the early stage of molting can burst out the combat power of the dual-striped celestial crocodile in the early stage of molting.
With such a super bodyguard, Mo Zhiyao is certainly confident.
When Mo Zhiyao and the others came to the sky above Qingyun City, they immediately attracted countless eyes because of the Nanyuan logo on their bodies.
"Hey, the people from Nanyuan are here."
"Why are there only four people?
Is Nanyuan going to send four people to participate in the Sifang Pavilion Competition this time?"
"No, shouldn't it be ten people?
In previous Sifange competitions, it was always a three-on-one situation until the end.
Ten people in Nanyuan suffered a big loss.
Four people would die, wouldn't they?"
"Who knows?
Nanyuan is the head of the four great sects after all, so he shouldn't be so cowardly and fall into pieces."
"I don't think so.
I heard a while ago that a new monster appeared in Nanyuan.
I think his name is Mo Zhiyao.
Even the elders of Beishan Pavilion suffered a big loss at his hands.
I don't know which one of these four people is him. " "You have also heard about this.
It is said that the master of Beishan Pavilion was very angry because of this matter, and even said that he would look good to Mo Zhiyao in this Sifang Pavilion meeting."
"Hey, then this Sifang Pavilion conference is really exciting.
Not to mention the last three companies joining forces, Wang Lei from Beishan Pavilion alone, although he is only at the peak of Hedao in the Seventh Mark, it is said that the real combat power is far beyond Elder Bian, there will be something good to see when the time comes."
Whispers spread all over the sky, and Mo Zhiyao also heard a lot.
A faint arc raised from the corner of his lips, and a light flashed in his eyes.
"Look good at me.
It depends on whether you have that."
"Zhiyao, you are a celebrity now.
Even in Qingyun City, people are talking about you."
Bai Xie turned to look at Mo Zhiyao and said with a smile.
Mo Zhiyao smiled noncommittally when he heard this and said nothing.
No matter where you are, fame is not important.
The key is personal strength.
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The four people came to the sky above Qingyun City, and just as they were about to enter the city, their faces moved slightly, and then they turned their heads and looked in another direction.
A sharp sound broke through the air, and then a group of figures appeared in everyone's sight.
"It's true that the road between enemies is narrow."
Mo Zhiyao half-squinted his eyes and looked ahead.
As for Mo Yan, who was standing next to him, all the muscles in his body tensed up in an instant, and a strong killing intent quickly spread out of his body.
That group of people were all wearing khaki robes.
They were all tall and strong in appearance.
Everyone's body exudes waves of extremely powerful spiritual energy.
These people have the lowest cultivation level in the late stage of Hedao of the Six Patterns.
The pattern logo on the front of their clothes also indicates their identity, Beishan Pavilion.
With his eyes focused, Mo Zhiyao's gaze fell on the person standing at the top of the group.
His body is straight, not strong, and can even be said to be a little thin.
Compared with the strong men around him who are as tall as mountains, it forms a huge visual contrast.
His face suddenly changed, his expression was cold, and his appearance could be said to be extremely ordinary.
But it was such a person who made Mo Zhiyao instantly believe that he was the strongest disciple of Beishan Pavilion's generation, Wang Lei There was no strong aura fluctuation on his thin body, but facing him, Mo Zhiyao had a faint smell of danger.
"This man's combat power is definitely better than that of the elder."
A stern look flashed in Mo Zhiyao's eyes.
He was indeed the senior brother of Beishan Pavilion.
He had to be careful when facing him.
"Is he Wang Lei?"
Mo Zhiyao tilted his head slightly and asked Mo Yan beside him.
"Yes."
Mo Yan nodded, his eyes were cold, and underneath, there was also a deep solemnity.
Everyone in Beishan Pavilion stopped and looked at Mo Zhiyao and the four of them.
Wang Lei first glanced at Mo Yan, who was staring at him, with a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth, and then turned his eyes.
When he saw his brother Shu Hongyan, there was an obvious look of surprise in his eyes, and then he glanced at Bai Xie , and finally his eyes fell on Mo Zhiyao.
"You are Mo Zhiyao."
A strange voice with a slight metallic reverberation sounded.
Wang Lei looked at Mo Zhiyao and said.
"Something's wrong" Mo Zhiyao slowly raised his head and looked at Wang Lei across from him with a calm face.
His faint voice echoed in the sky.
"It's nothing, just checking."
Wang Lei raised his lips, revealing two rows of white teeth, and there was an undisguised ferocity in his smile.
"This Sifang Pavilion Competition is the day of your death, and the sealed place is your burial place."
"Oh, right?"
Mo Zhiyao smiled faintly when he heard this, but there was a sinister look in his eyes.
"What I want to say is a little different from you.
That old dog should have taken my words back, right?
You people from Beishan Pavilion, I will kill each one I see.
So, in this Sifang Pavilion competition, you Beishan Pavilion people will No one can leave the sealed place alive."
"You are looking for death."
The expressions of the Beishan Pavilion disciples beside Wang Lei suddenly changed.
One of them stepped forward, and his fierce momentum exploded instantly.
But just when he was about to take action, Wang Lei stretched out his arm and stopped him. .
"What an arrogant and ignorant boy, don't you want to die here?"
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Wang Lei tilted his head and looked at Mo Zhiyao with a serious look.
Mo Zhiyao's eyes met Wang Lei's without any hesitation, and he immediately stepped out, spreading his fair and slender palms, and traced his scarlet tongue across his lips.
"Then get out
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