My Demon Queen

Chapter 305 Final 3

"What? Three-day finals?" Ye An's surprised voice suddenly sounded, echoing in the empty hall for a long time.

Sitting on the four sides of a square table in the inn were Mo Qingcheng, the Nine-tailed Fox, Wuyou, and Ye An, who stood up excitedly out of surprise.

Mo Qingcheng's face after disguising herself was as calm as water, without the slightest fluctuation in expression. She just elegantly picked up the teacup and took a sip, but a barely perceptible light flashed in her lowered eyes.

The nine-tailed fox lay on the table, its beautiful eyes shining with excitement, staring at Wuyou closely, as if Wuyou was the most precious treasure in the world.

Wuyou seemed unaware of the nine-tailed fox's fiery gaze. He quietly twirled the Buddhist beads in his hand and looked calmly at Ye An who stood up. In front of him, a piece of spiritual paper was quietly floating, emitting a mysterious light.

At this moment, the inn fell into silence after Ye An's voice echoed.

An hour ago, the spiritual power message sent by the Holy Land of Martial Arts flew towards the top 16 contestants like a meteor.

After receiving the message, Ye An and Wuyou decided to check it out together.

After all, this information concerns the opponents in the quarterfinals, and since Wuyou has chosen to help Ye An, he naturally will not refuse.

Because of Ye An, Mo Qingcheng was pulled to the hall to watch together.

The nine-tailed fox looked completely nonchalant, and came to the hall in a charming and lazy manner, not at all discouraged by losing the competition, as if it had nothing to do with her.

When Ye An took the lead in clicking on the spiritual paper, he saw that the paper suddenly glowed brightly, and a dazzling halo instantly spread out with the paper as the center.

Then, there was a slight "bang" sound, and the spiritual paper exploded like a lit firework.

Countless tiny lights burst out in all directions like brilliant stars, drawing beautiful arcs in the air.

A piece of text emerged, and the text was like a lively elf, flashing a mysterious glow in the air.

Brief news of the Heroes Conference:

In view of the major changes in the Demon and Phoenix tribes, in order to thoroughly investigate the murderer and protect the lives of all participating clans and spectators participating in the Heroes Conference.

It is hereby decided that the Wulin Holy Land, Yaoguang Fairyland, Qingcheng Academy and the demon clan will work together to adjust the final of the Heroes Conference to a free-for-all format to determine the final winner.

The specific detailed rules will be announced at the final three days later.

The organizer of the gathering of heroes: Holy Land of Martial Arts.

When seeing these spiritual words again, the atmosphere in the hall seemed to be paused, and then it was like the surface of a lake with ripples after a stone was thrown into it.

Ye An slowly came back to his senses from his shock, and his eyes unconsciously turned to Wuyou.

Wuyou's face was calm, as if he sensed something. Under Ye An's gaze, he gently stretched out his slender fingers and slowly tapped the spiritual paper in front of him that was emitting a mysterious light.

With a slight and crisp sound, like a silver bell swaying in the silent space, the paper instantly glowed.

The light fell like bright stars, and then, identical words appeared in front of the four people one by one like lively elves.

Ye An's eyes were fixed on the words, his brows tightly furrowed like tangled silk threads.

His heart was filled with doubts and confusion, and he didn't understand what the considerations behind this sudden decision of the Holy Land of Martial Arts were.

"Group melee? Has it ever happened in previous gatherings of heroes?" Ye An's voice rang out in the hall with a hint of confusion. His eyes also swept back and forth between the three people, eager to get an answer from them.

"Amitabha, this is my first time participating." Wuyou lowered his head slightly and said softly.

"Don't ask me, you all know my identity. Most of the time, I am in reincarnation and sleeping." The nine-tailed fox lazily lay on the table, her beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, and there was a hint of nonchalance in her tone.

Ye An looked at the two of them and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. Indeed, he had asked the wrong person.

Hearing that this was the first time that the Western Paradise participated in the Conference of Heroes, and only sent Wuyou, it was naturally unlikely for him to know the situations of previous conferences.

As for the nine-tailed demon fox... Ye An shook his head helplessly. He should be thankful that this living ancestor did not cause any trouble.

Then, Ye An looked at Mo Qingcheng with a little embarrassment.

Mo Qingcheng sat there quietly, like a blooming snow lotus on an iceberg, cold and noble.

There was no emotion on her disguised face, but there seemed to be a hint of barely perceptible anger in her eyes.

"Wife, you...won't you also..."

Before Ye An finished speaking, Mo Qingcheng replied coldly and simply, "I don't know."

Her voice was as cold as ice, and she seemed to be still angry with Ye An.

The corners of Ye An's eyes twitched slightly, and his heart was full of helplessness.

He could only smile awkwardly and slowly sit back in his seat.

The inn fell into an eerie silence again, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Only the spiritual paper floating in the air was still emitting a mysterious light, reminding everyone of the upcoming challenge.

The others also received the message at the same time. Everyone’s reactions were different, but they all looked solemn.

After Gu Shuchen finished reading the text message, a solemn expression first appeared on his handsome face.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at the words on the spiritual paper, and fell into deep thought.

After a moment, the corners of his lips slowly rose, revealing a meaningful smile, and he whispered these words: "Group melee? This time it looks interesting."

Long Aotian looked at this content, his brows slightly frowned, a complicated look appeared in his eyes. He bit his lower lip tightly, with a thousand thoughts in his mind.

"What on earth is going on in the Holy Land of Martial Arts? A group melee. How can I face her... and kill her?" Long Aotian muttered to himself.

There was a painful expression on his face, as if he was caught in a dilemma.

Mu Wushuang looked at this content, her brows slightly wrinkled, and then relaxed. There was a gleam in her eyes, as if she had made a decision.

"It just so happens that we have never fought each other before, so why don't we use the skills you taught me to compete." Mu Wushuang looked away, looked out the window and said softly.

There was an expectant smile on her face, as if she was interested in meeting him.

Xiao Lin was the first to receive the news. He looked at the contents on the spiritual power paper and was filled with doubts.

He didn't understand why his master made such a decision, but he didn't ask. Instead, he started practicing silently.

He sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, and the two beautiful figures unconsciously appeared in his mind.

On the other side, in the small courtyard of the Wulin Holy Land, Mo Ruxue and Xiaorou also finished reading this passage. Xiaorou's pretty face had a solemn look, she bit her lower lip tightly, and her eyes revealed worry.

She knew that she would be facing geniuses who had been famous for a long time, not to mention Mu Wushuang who would teach her swordsmanship.

All her sword skills were taught by Mu Wushuang, but now she had to fight with her in such an occasion, which made Xiaorou feel a little embarrassed for a moment.

"Humph! You dare to decide such a thing after discussing it with my demon clan? Do you really think that there is no one in my demon clan?"