Chapter 1587
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On the eve of the Tri-Academy Tournament finals, the entire School of the Emperor Star suddenly fell into a tense atmosphere.
When they woke up the next morning, the Xiao Yao Team was about to go to Taiyi Square to participate in the final match.
However, they found that the School of the Emperor Star was filled with people patrolling everywhere.
These people were dressed in the clothes of the major clans, and each of them had a profound cultivation base. They were solemnly inspecting every inch of the place.
"What's going on?" Luo Yu yawned. "Why are there suddenly so many people?"
Someone at the side immediately explained to them enthusiastically, "I heard that the young masters of the major clans were kidnapped from Dawn School. Those thieves actually escaped into our Starry School and are now searching for them everywhere!"
Mu Yan was stunned and sadness flashed across her eyes. She could understand why the major clans would make such a big fuss. If she could find her Xiao Bao, she could do anything.
Although the atmosphere in Starry School was tense because of the thieves, the Tri-Academy Tournament finals still had to go on.
The stands were still filled with people. All the xiuzhe's expressions were excited, completely unaffected by the tense atmosphere.
When the hosting female cultivator stood on the stage and announced the start of the finals, the crowd burst into a tsunami of cheers.
Some people were shouting Xing Chen Team while others were shouting Feng Tianwang Team.
Shouts of "Jun Mu Yan" and "Lu Jinhang" also rose and fell.
The two teams stood under the stage and looked at each other.
Lu Jinhang cupped his hands at Mu Yan and smiled. "Although we are not as strong as you, many people may think that the championship belongs to your Xiao Yao Team. But no matter what, we will give our best. "
Mu Yan glanced at Qin Yizhou and then back at Lu Jinhang. "Same to you. We will give our best too."
This was the only way to show the greatest respect to the opponent.
The hosting female cultivator shouted, "Let's invite Feng Tianwang Team onto the stage."
Lu Jinhang and the others jumped onto the stage one after another. Their movements were light and elegant, causing a round of applause.
"Next, let's invite Xing Chen Team onto the stage."
Another round of applause came from the spectator stands. Mu Yan and the others were about to go up.
Suddenly, a cold shout came from high up in the stands. "Wait!"
This shout contained a lot of inner force. It shook one's lungs and echoed in the ears of the thousands of people on the viewing platform.
There was a sudden silence as everyone raised their heads and looked up.
Lan Huahong's figure slowly walked out of the small house that represented nobility and uniqueness.
He condescendingly swept his eyes over the dense crowd in the stands with a bit of disdain. Finally, his gaze fell on Mu Yan, and he said in a deep voice: "Someone, come and capture that thief for me!"
His hand is pointing in Muyan's direction.
Almost as soon as his voice falls, a Nascent Soul cultivator at Lan Huahong's side turns into a flash of lightning, charging straight towards Mu Yan.
The expressions of the members of Carefree Squad changed drastically. They all wanted to raise their swords to block.
But all of this happened too suddenly, and they had no time to react at all.
With a loud bang, a dazzling white light burst out from the bottom of the arena, and a wave of Qi rolled.
The faint sound of a zither reverberated in the air.
The yuanying xiuzhe flipped in the air and landed on the ground. His expression was grave and shocked as he looked at the young female nearby.
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