Two days later, at the South Mountain Gate of Qingxuanmen.

Qian Han dragged his tired body and finally rushed back to the Nanshan Gate of Qingxuanmen in the starry night, and saw a shadow running towards him from a distance, the fragrant wind was coming, Jia Mengyan was already boldly hugging him, "You are finally back, great, really good." Unlike in the past, there was a slight choking in her gentle voice, and the weak body of the beautiful woman in her arms sobbed slightly.

However, at this time, Qian Han could not make the slightest wave, and after Jia Mengyan let go of him, he silently took out the elixir talisman from the package behind him and handed it back to her, and simply thanked him, and then jumped into the door, and never looked back again, leaving Jia Mengyan alone to stay in place.

Qian Han could only say sorry silently in his heart, the three-year period was like a sword hanging on his head, if he failed to obtain the Nine Turns of Immortality, he was afraid that it would be difficult to eliminate the anger of the dry fingers with only one life, and at this time, whether he was a child or a friend, it had become a luxury. At present, all he can do is cultivate, cultivate, and cultivate again.

I have the heart to care for you, and I have no intention of hurting you.

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It's another year of small comparisons, in the stands.

Bi Liang poked Jia Mengyan beside him, "Hey, hey, did you say that Qianhan was taken away." ”

Jia Mengyan said angrily: "Don't mention that person to me." ”

"He has been like a different person since he came back from the last training with you, although he didn't talk much to others before, but now he has completely become a stuffy oil bottle, what happened at the end of your last training?"

Jia Mengyan didn't bother to pay attention to him, his eyes looked into the distance, and his mind was uncertain. Since Qian Han gave her the spirit rune elixir, she came to look for him several times, but she was closed, and occasionally met on the road, he just said hello and left in a hurry, obviously Mengyan Mengyan, who was still in good spirits before, called himself Mengyan, but after returning to the mountain, he became like a stranger. Mo wasn't the last time he was chasing the Mai boy who was hooked by a little goblin who hooked his soul, no, no, no, it may be that he injured some parts and lost interest in women since then, it must be so, she couldn't help but think viciously.

Bi Liang is also a master who can't sit still, seeing that Jia Mengyan is too lazy to pay attention to him, Lin Yao and Qiu Shuang only told him that Qian Han didn't know anything after chasing the Mai boy, only Jia Mengyan seemed to be an insider, but he didn't bother to pay attention to him. Bi Liang, who was in a hurry, scratched his ears and cheeks, and simply stepped down directly to fight with others to vent the irritability in his heart.

After a competition, Bi Liang found the right time to jump onto the stage in a dashing manner, looked around and shouted, "My name is Bi Liang, whoever dares to challenge me, I will end his life!"

A quarter of an hour later.

Bi Liang was carried off the fighting platform, Jia Mengyan couldn't help but sigh when he saw it, thinking that it would be good if someone had half of Bi Liang's spirit.

Another competition began, this time it was a young man in Tsing Yi who came to the stage, at the moment he came on stage, Jia Mengyan stared at the young man intently, compared to more than a month ago, he had lost a lot of weight, obviously he was still young but gave people a feeling of twilight, Jia Mengyan was a little distressed unconsciously. If he hadn't invited him in the first place, if he had gone with him to pursue the sackcloth boy that night, he might not have become as lonely as he is now.

On the fighting platform, Qian Han still suppressed his opponent with a continuous wind blade, and the disciples who fought against him blocked it with a rock wall, but the thin layer of rock wall failed to block a few breaths and was invaded, and the other party saw that the difference in strength was too large, so he had to take the initiative to admit defeat.

After Qian Han stepped down, he wanted to leave from the side seat, and Bi Liang had already been ambushed again for a long time, he put his arm around Qian Han's shoulder with a blue nose and swollen face and said, "You played well, and I am on a par." ”

Qian Han didn't speak, just looked at him quietly, Rao is Bi Liang's cultivation was also seen by him as a little weak. simply said directly, "What happened at the end of the last training, you will be like losing your soul later, you won't really be taken away." ”

"I'm fine, but I want to meditate and cultivate recently, don't bother me if you treat me as a brother. Qian Han said lightly.

"Okay, if you answer me a question, I won't bother you. "Say it. ”

"Jia Mengyan and I fell into the river at the same time, who do you save first?"

Qian Han's face couldn't help but twitch a few times, "I chose to drain the river." After that, no matter how much Bi Liang entangled, he ignored it all, and after returning to the stands, he either closed his eyes to practice, or stared at the fighting platform in a daze. Bi Liang was about to dig out a three-bedroom house under his boring feet.

The game went on like a horse, Qian Han played four times, and each time he used continuous wind blades and agile body techniques to consume and wrestle with his opponent, whether it was an experienced law cultivator or a fierce and swift body cultivator, all of them were undefeated in his hands.

A light rain gradually drifted from the gray sky, but it did not affect the high mood of the spectators in the stands, and as Xiaobi gradually entered the second half, the competition on the fighting platform became more and more intense. All kinds of spells are dazzling, every competition is a game, and those who are still qualified to participate in the competition at this moment are strong disciples, and a competition often takes a long time to decide the winner.

There are still forty disciples left on the side seat at this time, as long as after two competitions, the winner can be among the top ten and promoted to the inner gate, no matter which sect is small, this is a supreme honor. Their names will be remembered by everyone here.

The first-order disciples of the Meng Academy in the stands had already arrived, and Lin Yao looked at Qian Han on the fighting platform, and he felt a sigh of emotion in his heart. Looking at him sighing, Gong Mengquan couldn't help but comfort, "He is just ahead of us, the road of cultivation is still very long, the future is ever-changing, now you are just a temporary backwardness, it doesn't matter." ”

Lin Yao shook his head, raised his palm against his chin and played in the distance in a daze, "I just feel that I used to be too complacent, it turns out that when I was full of ambition, someone had already walked to a place where I couldn't even see a shadow, I didn't even survive three competitions, and he was already about to become the top ten, ridiculous last time I ...... experience."

Speaking of this, Lin Yao simply remained silent, no matter how much reflection and language made him feel a little bored, instead of indulging in reminiscences and chattering, it was better to close his mouth and meet the new tomorrow in a down-to-earth manner.

"Xiao Linzi, don't be too depressed, Qianhan was grown up by me, he doesn't have any intention of comparing with others, so he is dedicated to cultivating his own cultivation. If you think that he uses you as a background board, he doesn't say anything on weekdays, and then suddenly shows his strength to slap you in the face, then you will be small. ”

Bi Liang patted him on the shoulder with a big grin and continued, "Actually, he didn't take you seriously at all. ”

Lin Yao frowned and was about to refute, but Bi Liang hurriedly withdrew his hands and waved them again and again, "Don't don't, listen to me, I mean, he has never regarded us as competitors, he has just kept moving forward, this little Meng Academy is not the place for him to stay." ”

Hearing this, Lin Yao's face softened slightly, he understood the reason, but when some words pierced his heart, he still couldn't help but resist the cold reality.

The competition on the fighting platform has also come to an end, and Qian Han still dragged down his opponent with his long-lasting stamina, and if he wins one more game, he will be able to become a real inner disciple in advance.

Wiping the rain off his face, Qian Han looked up at the gloomy sky, and couldn't help but feel a trace of coolness on his body, his cultivation in the Qi refining period had been completed after waking up on the cliff of the mountain stream that night, and the spiritual power in his body was condensed, if it wasn't for the fact that time didn't allow it, he would have broken through to the foundation building period long ago.

After returning to the mountain gate that day, he consulted the records of the Heart-Burning Mantra through various channels, which is a kind of spell fueled by seedlings, which can make the spiritual power in the monk's body rich and condensed, stimulate potential, but the shortcomings are also huge, not only to endure the pain of heart-burning every day, longevity and qualifications will also be greatly reduced, and the pain of heart-burning will become more and more intense with the accumulation of time, until finally the meridians collapse and the heart dies of exhaustion. At present, he can only keep practicing to keep up with the cannibalization of the Heart Burning Curse.

There is one game left, as long as you win one more game, you can enter the inner door in advance, break through the foundation building, and worship under the Ning Youdao Gate. For Qianhan, who is racing against time, the next game is crucial, and once you miss it, you don't know how much time you will waste.

With the end of this round of competition, the final game of the audition competition was finally ushered in, and the twenty disciples on the side seats were all gearing up, whether the efforts of several years could be rewarded, all in this last game.

Those who have their own strength have taken the stage to defend, and after a while, there will be challengers attacking, and the two will fight in table tennis on the fighting platform. Qian Han was not in a hurry to play, he had carefully observed these twenty disciples before, and only three of them were those he was sure he could defeat, so his strategy was to wait, either wait until one of the three came to the stage to defend the ring, and he would attack first with his speed advantage, or wait until the weaker ones were left in the end to fight and win.

In the end, when there were only six people left, one of the three couldn't bear to stand on the stage, and the moment he took the stage, a figure quickly attacked the remaining ones.

The competition between the two did not last long, Qian Han's opponent was a cultivator who majored in water attribute spells, and the time of a cup of tea was blown apart by Qian Han's wind blade, although the water attribute spell was the easiest to control, but it was also the most vulnerable to external interference, obviously this opponent's water control technique was not yet hot, and finally his spiritual power was exhausted, and he surrendered and admitted defeat.

"Concession. Qian Han clasped his fist and saluted him, and as a boulder in his heart fell to the ground, a smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth, and finally, the pressure that had overwhelmed him in the past was a little lighter.

After Qian Han stepped down, the scattered rain and stars in the sky stopped at some point, and a strong wind blew in a trance, and the dense dark clouds were penetrated by a few rays of sunlight, illuminating Qian Han's bleak back.