How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

Hong Butian pointed to another empty corner, turned to leave, and said, "I won't bother you!"

"stop!"

Xingyun suddenly spoke up.

"!"

Hong Butian stiffened, sighed, turned around, and closed his eyes: "Alright, alright, let's do it!"

"You and I……"

Xingyun held the long sword, a conflicted expression on her face, as if two little people were fighting in her head.

Little Black Cloud: What are you waiting for? Let's take care of him! Sister Hongli once said, "Those who achieve great things don't concern themselves with trifles!"

Little White Cloud: But this is just a competition, not a life-or-death duel. Wouldn't it be unfair to win...?

Little Black Cloud: Huh? An unfair victory? Did we break the rules? What rules did we break? This is allowed!

Little White Cloud: But, but, Dad said that one should be upright and honest, and win fairly and squarely!

Little Black Cloud: Sister Hongli once said that crimes should be committed cleanly and efficiently, and the body should be destroyed afterward!

Little White Cloud: Ah, but...

Little Black Cloud: No buts, you said it yourself, Dad's watching from downstairs, don't you want to win?

Little White Cloud: ...

"I see……"

Xingyun took a deep breath, her aura rising steadily, flames erupting from her longsword, and she turned to charge at the two people beside her.

"I'll defeat you all first, then I'll deal with the last one!"

Xingyun shouted, "This way, the final championship will be the most prestigious! Slay the Stars!"

"Sister Xingyun is so confused!"

Hei Xiaolong exuded a chilling aura: "We have always had a clear conscience!"

"Good junior sister!"

Sword energy swirled above Zhao Zhuji's head: "As a sword cultivator, I acknowledge you. Go forth without hesitation!"

"Here……"

Xingyun's eyes burned with fervor as she swung her sword downwards: "It's the Xing family sword!"

"boom!"

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the most intense melee of the year erupted on stage!

"How do I feel..."

Hong Butian stood far away, expressionless, and touched the wetness on his face. He spread his hands out; well, they were bright red.

"It still seems quite dangerous?"

"Shh!"

A sword aura flashed past, and a few strands of hair fell from Hong Butian's forehead.

"boom!"

Ice and fire collided, and scorching steam rushed towards them, blurring the outline of Hong Butian's painting.

"They're getting closer to me, aren't they..."

Hong Butian revealed a deadpan expression: "They must be getting closer to me!"

"Hahahaha! Did you think I was helpless because of this?"

Hei Xiaolong simultaneously dealt with attacks from both sides, the ice beneath his feet slowly spreading out and extending towards Hong Butian: "Watch me lead the battlefield to Brother Butian, so he can't escape unscathed! Hahahaha!"

"..."

Hearing that arrogant laughter, Hong Butian's forehead creased with anger. He thought of how he had helped him hide from his sister when they were kids... If he were given another chance, he would definitely kick him while he was down!

"Don't come over here!"

…………

"Tsk tsk..."

Hongli couldn't help but click her tongue: "In this situation... Heiyang put me down, I'm going to get some popcorn."

"Please stop, stop talking for a while."

Hei Yang, expressionless, hugged the red glass pillow and stared intently at the screen.

"Watch the game carefully, and then write a 500-word reflection."

Hongli: "..."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 317 As long as there's a bucket of water, there's no need to worry about falling to your death...

"Hei Xiaolong! You idiot!"

Hong Butian fled desperately around the arena, while the three behind him fought and controlled the battlefield to move in his direction.

Flames, ice, and sword energy—he couldn't possibly withstand the attacks of three Foundation Establishment cultivators, let alone take them head-on. Even if he were caught in the aftershocks, he probably wouldn't be able to hold on.

As Hong Butian fled in grief and anger, he angrily denounced the culprit.

"Hei Xiaolong, I, Hong Butian, have no past grudges or recent grievances with you, so why do you want to harm me like this!"

"Ha, Brother Bu Tian, ​​are you a child? How can you ask such a question?"

Hei Xiaolong laughed wildly, "On the arena, everyone is an enemy!"

"Hong Butian, you better watch yourself!"

Zhao Zhuji's forehead was covered in sweat as she gritted her teeth and said.

"This kid's got some skills. If I move in the opposite direction from you, I'll be forced into a disadvantageous position in no time!"

"Shut up! How can you be distracted during a sparring match!"

Xingyun shouted angrily: "This is disrespectful to our opponents!"

"Damn it, watch this! Fire Immortal, second stage!"

"There's a second part?!" *2

Hei Xiaolong and Zhao Zhuji's eyes widened, and they immediately felt an increase in pressure.

"This girl is a monster!"

Zhao Zhuji couldn't help but ask Hei Xiaolong, "Are you sure she really just entered the Foundation Establishment stage?"

"Heh, would I tell you she's only been a beginner for a year?"

Hei Xiaolong rolled his eyes: "It's nothing, look how scared you are. If you saw something even more powerful, you'd be scared to death."

"you!"

Zhao Zhuji's blood pressure spiked instantly, and her attack style changed.

"You forced me to this! Sword Realm Seven, Dragon Slayer!"

"Hey, hey, hey, I suspect that the name of your move is an attack on me!"

Hei Xiaolong gritted his teeth and snorted softly. The ice beneath his feet suddenly rose into an ice pillar, carrying him straight into the sky. Zhao Zhuji and Xingyun chased after him almost simultaneously. Their swords clashed repeatedly on the road, and sword energy and sparks fell into the air, dissipating before they even hit the ground.

"call……"

Hong Butian took a deep breath and looked up at the sky: "So, we're safe for now?"

"I'm determined to get first place!"

Hei Xiaolong slammed his palm on the top of the ice pillar, and instantly ice spikes sprang out from the side of the pillar, rushing towards the two girls. He laughed loudly, "No one can stop you, so go and compete for second place!"

"Ah!"

Xingyun and Zhao Zhuji dodged an ice spike, exchanged a glance, and simultaneously moved back, their swords flashing as they swept away the ice spikes.

"Uh……"

Hong Butian looked at the dense icicles falling from the sky, scratched his head, and turned to run away.

"Boom boom boom!"

Ice spikes slammed into the arena, shattering the ice and sprouting new ice thorns that grew rapidly in the wind, stretching towards the sky and chasing the two who were climbing higher and higher.

"Ha, as long as I keep going up, I'm not considered out of the ring."

Hei Xiaolong chuckled as he watched the ice pillar carry him upwards, grinning from ear to ear: "Go ahead and chase, keep chasing! Once you're tired, I'll wait for you to tire yourself out, hahaha!"

"That's wishful thinking!"

Flames rose in Xingyun's eyes as she slashed at the ice pillar with her sword, instantly melting, shattering, and releasing steam.

"The higher you climb, the harder you fall!"