After leaving the VIP area, Yang Yu walked to the traffic contact area.

The five Sky Arenas have folding channels connected to each other. The huge contact area can carry very high-density crowd transfers, but when Yang Yu arrived, the scene seemed quite deserted.

Those who were about to enter had already entered the venue. The audience was completely full and outsiders could no longer squeeze in. Most of the audiences who sat down had no idea of ​​leaving.

So Yang Yu's fat figure seemed particularly eye-catching. After seeing him, several boring waiters couldn't help but look curious and even puzzled.

Yang Yu's heart trembled slightly, but he quickly suppressed the palpitations.

Don’t be afraid, here, you are absolutely safe. These people are just blind people and there is nothing to be afraid of.

Taking heavy steps, he came to the teleportation area and said to the curious waiter: "Go to the fifth area."

The waiter glanced at the VIP sign hanging on his chest and responded with a warm smile: "Of course, please wait."

When Yang Yu's figure gradually disappeared on the channel table, the waiter said thoughtfully: "I wish you a happy view."

This impeccable greeting made Yang Yu feel more at ease.

Yes, everyone here is just blind.

The next moment, he appeared in the fifth zone, which was the test ground where the flag-grabbing battle was located.

The contact area here seems much more lively, with people constantly flashing from more than ten folding passages, and the audience is in and out, forming a huge flow of visitors.

Although it generally meets Xu Bolian's harsh evaluation: mediocre people who can't get first-class votes, there are actually quite a few exceptions. Many of the demons and Taoists gather here from all over the world and care more about the average level of Hongshan Academy than those who pay attention to the rare geniuses.

Peerless geniuses can shine anywhere, but geniuses in general meaning need to be meticulously crafted. As the cradle of the growth of magic priests, Hongshan Academy’s kung fu is reflected in the “mediocre people” represented by Ge Cun!

Yang Yu glanced at a glance and saw more than two digits of Golden Shred Magic Taoist, and even master-level magic power fluctuations in the audience corridor farther away. The scene of the flag-grabbing battle was even more lively than he expected!

But Yang Yu was not afraid at all.

No matter how powerful they are, they are just a group of blind men, ignorant of the future they are about to encounter.

On the other hand, although you are not strong, you are like a transparent person and can do whatever you want on this vast stage!

I think so, what's so nervous? Xu Bolian faced the baptism of countless demon giants in the most popular venue, but his face remained unchanged. Although he was below him, the environment he had to face was much easier.

At least, there will be no grandmaster-level audiences in the venue for the flag-taking battle.

Yang Yu could at least confirm this. There were many invited masters from the Thirteen Grand Historians in the world, but only three people could really make the trip, including Zhu Junshen himself, Xu Bolian and Huang Buming. Although the other Grand Historians would focus on this, they were difficult to visit the scene in person.

Of course, this is the norm in the world. Each of the master-level demons is a human-shaped natural disaster. If you can walk freely, people in the world will no longer feel safe... And now, all three grand masters present are concentrated in the test field of freshmen!

As for the traditional major project of Hongshan Academy, the Battle of the Flag, there are only some masters with unique tastes - in addition, there are no headlight tickets for Canadian masters to come and support them.

Yang Yu did not have an essential fear of all peers below the Grandmaster level, and he seemed to be reborn at this time, and he was almost floating because of his small fat density.

With the VIP sign on his chest, he quickly isolated from the noisy crowd and headed along the VIP passage to a dedicated audience area to prepare to sit down.

Before actually doing things, Yang Yu must carefully observe the plot of the flag-grabbing battle and find the right opportunity to enter... Anyway, no matter which test it is, the process is expected to be at least 2 days, and he still has time to start his performance.

When he walked to the VIP area, Yang Yu found that the people on the seats were not surprisingly rare - after all, those who were really qualified to be VIPs, most of them went to the Xinsheng Field to watch Bai Xiao, and few of them were interested in watching Ge Cun's performance.

In fact, even in this VIP area where the flag-catching battle was the sparse audience, most of them were watching Bai Xiao performing suicide in the freshman group with the projection magic tool on their seats, and instead turned a blind eye to the efforts of the graduates who were in front of them.

This VIP area seems to them just a lounge with comfortable seating and free refreshments.

However, this natural normal made Yang Yu feel a little dissatisfied.

After all, he was sincerely watching the battle to seize the flag, and was incomparable to these scum who were stingy and had a crush on the inside... And what made him feel most uncomfortable was the best position in the VIP area, which had been occupied by someone, and the man was looking at Bai Xiao with his projection!

If you don’t want to watch it, get out! Why do you occupy the pit and don’t shit!

Yang Yu was dissatisfied, but he was not in a hurry to express himself. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the man's back carefully. He seemed to be a very tall woman, but he was wrapped in an overly wide robe and couldn't see the actual outline clearly... He could only tell from the almost non-existent magic energy fluctuations that were probably a waste who was born with a noble background but had no magic energy adaptability.

No wonder I can't get a first-class ticket, and I can only get in the way of others here... Yang Yu gritted his teeth, thinking that he might have to fight a protracted battle here next, so he didn't want to feel wronged.

The left and right are a waste, so why are you polite?

So he took a staggering step and went straight to the seat behind the woman and sat down hard.

The amazing weight brought an amazing impact, and the cushioning effect of the VIP seat was suppressed by Yang Yu with his magical powers. The impact force was instantly transmitted to the front seats, causing the woman to pour down with a clang, and half a cup of clear water sprinkled on the table.

Yang Yu had no intention of launching an extreme provocation, but if the other party had a little sensibility, he should understand his meaning from this hand.

What else can a Qin trash who has no magical adaptability faces a distinguished guest from Shengyuan, except for escaping in sight?

Thinking of this, he even went further and straightened his legs and kicked it on the back of the chair in front. The hood above the woman shook off, revealing her silver hair.
Chapter completed!