He waved his hand, and the blue alms bowl magic weapon immediately flew into his hand.

"What a treasure, another spiritual treasure!" Shi Mu's eyes showed a hint of joy.

The mystery of this alms bowl magic weapon is not under the blue feather spiritual fan, but now is not the time to explore it. The sun is already three o'clock in the sky at this moment, and the ceremony has already started a long time ago.

He turned over his hand to put away the alms bowl, looked around a few times, then moved and flew in one direction.

…

In Fengming Valley.

The second round of competition ended and sixteen winners were determined.

"Next is the third round of competition, and the third round will be a challenge." Zhao Zhutong waved with one hand, and the ten-pole flag flew out of his hand, and with a thud, it was deeply inserted into the front of the Bagua Martial Arts Stage.

On the high platform, they were lined up.

Each flag has a number on it, ranging from one to ten.

"The ten of you sit under the command flag." Zhao Zhutong said to Zhao Yi and others.

The ten people agreed, flew down to the high platform, and sat down under the command flag. The order remained unchanged.

That Di Xiang was sitting under the No. 1 command flag. Under the No. 2 command flag was a young man in blue robe with tattoos on his face. Looking at his clothes, he was obviously from the Pangui clan. The third one was Zhao Yi.

Fang Ce ranked sixth, looking very relaxed and playing with a jade lion in his hand.
Chapter completed!