The Empress of Men's Clothes in Huanyun Pavilion

"Next, Wudang will fight Shaolin." The servant next to Mu Xiaotian shouted loudly.

Following the shouts, a representative from the Shaolin monks and the Wudang Taoist priest each walked out, and the two flew to the ring using lightness kung fu, and after expressing their gratitude to each other, they began to fight.

The fight on the stage was very lively, but Bei Li Moxibustion Ye under the stage still looked bored, leaning lazily on Guan Yue's body, staring at the martial arts competition on the ring, but his mind didn't know where to go up.

And those who sat in the front row were all famous martial arts people in Jianghu. Seeing Bei Li Moxie Ye's appearance, some couldn't help being contemptuous, some sighed, and some were jealous. . . . . .But the same thing is that they don't seem to be optimistic about Bei Li Moxie Ye, the representative of Beishang Palace.

This inevitably made Dongfang Chenxue start to worry about Beili Moxibustion Night again. At this moment, the martial arts contest on the stage ended, and the result was that the Taoist priest from Wudang won.

Because before this martial arts conference, a screening has already been carried out, so the martial arts competition on the day of the martial arts conference will not affect the speed of the competition. It's no wonder that Bei Li Moxie Ye looked so bored that she was about to fall asleep, because according to her thoughts on the ancient martial arts conference, it would take a long time, and she didn't know that in the Cloud Continent The current martial arts conference has already undergone a round of high-level screening before the official martial arts competition.

So when he heard the servant next to Mu Xiaotian say, "Xiaobao will fight Wudang next.", he couldn't help sitting upright, looking at Dongfang Chenxue who had already flown to the ring.

"Hey, did I fall asleep just now, why did I arrive at the senior brother so soon." Bei Liji Ye said softly.

The shameful Guan Yue at the side couldn't help feeling helpless, but fortunately, Bei Li Moxie Ye didn't ask too loudly just now, otherwise people in the martial arts would have ridiculed Bei Shang Palace for having a disciple who didn't understand anything.

"My lord, a high-level screening has already been carried out yesterday, and many gangs who came to participate have already competed, so today's official competition is already considered a master duel. Most of the people in this venue lost Yes, but I still have an invitation to watch this martial arts conference." Guan Yue whispered into Bei Li Moxie Ye's ear.

When Bei Lijiye heard this, he showed an expression of "so it is like this", which instantly made Guan Yue and Shame Hua sigh helplessly, when will their young master be "mature".

On the ring, Dongfang Chenxue had already started fighting with the Taoist priest. Looking at Dongfang Chenxue's handsome figure, Bei Li Moxie couldn't help smiling proudly, "It's really my senior brother."

And just as Bei Li Moxie Ye's voice fell, Dongfang Chenxue on the ring had already defeated the Wudang Taoist priest, and was looking back at Bei Li Moxie Ye with a smile.

Bei Li Moxibustion Ye also responded with a bright smile, but. . . . . .But when he heard the following sentence, the smile froze. . . . . .

"Next, Nanyang Palace will fight Xiaobao." The boy's voice still echoed in Bei Li Moye's ears, but at this moment, Bei Li Mo Ye's eyes were only fixed on the white figure that flew to the ring, That still had such an icy temperament, but he was still wearing the bamboo hat on top of his head, but Bei Li Jiye knew that it must be Mu Hanyu. . . . . .