The day of the conference is getting closer and closer, and there are more and more people in the secret realm these days, because many continents rush here, even if there is a teleportation array, the road is really far away, so every year, many sects often arrive at the secret realm the day before the competition.

Zhang Xiaofeng and these two children get along quite well these days, and the two of them are not so serious about Zhang Xiaofeng's defense, and sometimes they will confide in some of their heels in and out of words, but unfortunately Zhang Xiaofeng is not interested in this, so he didn't ask any more questions.

But his heart was like a mirror, the two children in front of him looked young, but after this period of time together, he found that whether it was their heart or strength, the two of them were not inferior to any adult cultivator in the spirit realm at all.

To be able to cultivate such a little genius, and to dare to let two children who have not reached the crown come out on their own, this courage is not something that ordinary sects can have.

If he can climb this kind of sect, not to mention anything else, just mixing up as a disciple, Zhang Xiaofeng's road may be much smoother.

It's a pity, Zhang Xiaofeng is not the kind of person who likes to calculate after all, and in the days of being subservient, Zhang Xiaofeng really doesn't want to try, although his current road is difficult to walk, but he is also happy to be at ease, being the caged bird, Zhang Xiaofeng doesn't want to suffer that sin.

Today is also a sparse and ordinary day.

The two little guys will open their eyes on time every morning, when the sky is slightly bright, the quilt is stacked, and they go to the backyard to practice swords.

Zhang Xiaofeng was indeed surprised.

This kind of genius, although he is still young now, if he grows up, there should be two more swordsmen in this spiritual realm to get the name.

Zhang Xiaofeng would take a moment out every day to watch the two children dance the sword, and most of the rest of the time, he was still immersed in his own practice, sitting cross-legged under Tai Chi, feeling the breath that could almost be called dead and silent.

Since that day, Tai Chi kicked himself out, there has been no movement, as if he has fallen into a deep sleep again.

But Taijitu's actions did make Zhang Xiaofeng feel a fluctuation of human nature, as if Taijitu was finally no longer a dead thing, but like himself, he had a mind.

He also tried to communicate with the Taijitu, but unfortunately, every time he transmitted the consciousness to the Taijitu, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no response.

Zhang Xiaofeng naturally understands the geographical reason, that is, because he is too weak, and he has not yet reached the point where he can communicate with the thinking in the Taiji diagram.

He didn't feel discouraged, although he was weak at the moment, it didn't mean that Zhang Xiaofeng would always be weak, and self-pity was indeed not Zhang Xiaofeng's style.

Nowadays, the people in the secret realm of Nanxun, some outstanding young people who go out to this state, most of them are genius teenagers from other states, and some of them have a good name, but there are also people who want to be unknown like Zhang Xiaofeng, or some sects are world friends, and the contacts are also close.

It's the two children, so far I haven't seen anyone come to the door to say hello, Zhang Xiaofeng is really a little puzzled about this, but in the end he didn't ask.

Everyone has their own secrets, and it's really not necessary to make everything clear.

Tomorrow is the preliminary round, but until the evening, I didn't see the messenger from Nanxun's secret realm coming to inform the big and small affairs of tomorrow's game.

Zhang Xiaofeng was not in a hurry, and sat quietly on the futon on the ground in the room, absorbing the surrounding aura and immersing himself in cultivation.

The two children also had a thunderous schedule, and in the evening, they fell asleep on time after dancing the sword.

A somewhat domineering aura stopped at Zhang Xiaofeng's door, but he didn't take a step forward, just stood quietly.

Zhang Xiaofeng has always had the habit of leaving a mind to feel the outside world, and at this moment, he naturally felt the breath, slowly opened his eyes, and the golden halo flowed in his eyes.

"Enter. Zhang Xiaofeng shouted outside the house.

The door was pushed open, but there was no shadow of anyone outside the house, and a short blade with a piece of rice paper hung quietly at Zhang Xiaofeng's door.

He stepped forward, took off the rice paper, opened it and looked at it, his eyes narrowing instantly.

It was nothing else on the rice paper, it was the Xuannu that Zhang Xiaofeng missed day and night, I saw her wearing battle armor, and her whole body was heroic, but her eyebrows were full of affection, looking ahead, with a smile on her face.

This man is really lifelike.

An uncolored brush, a few simple strokes, can fully reflect the charm of the Xuannu.

The short blade was inserted in the corner of the rice paper, and it did not hurt the woman on the painting in the slightest.

A burst of fire suddenly flashed in his hand, and the dagger was instantly scorched red, but Zhang Xiaofeng didn't seem to be able to understand the temperature above, and his two fingers forcibly pinched the short blade into scrap iron, and then threw it in the waste basket at the door.

"Thank you Brother Tai for letting me see the Xuannu again in this remote place, in order to relieve my lovesickness, tomorrow's Zen Machine Conference, I hope Brother Tai can show up, let me Zhang Xiaofeng, thank you well. ”

Closing the door, Zhang Xiaofeng turned around and entered the house.

Not far away, a man in battle armor stood on a raised mountain col, staring at the position of Zhang Xiaofeng's door, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Back in the house, Zhang Xiaofeng took out the rice paper and looked at it again for a long time, then folded it and put it in his arms again.

Far away, how could Zhang Xiaofeng not want to.

But he really didn't dare to contact Xuannu, even to ask if he was okay lately.

He was afraid of hearing the voice of the Xuannu and seeing the appearance of the Xuannu, so he changed his mind instantly, turned around and went back to be an ordinary person, enjoying every minute and second with the Xuannu.

But no.

He promised Xuannu that he would personally go on a trip to Kunlun, so that everyone knew that Xuannu had a home, not a coward, not a weakling, but a man who stood up to the heavens and the earth, and wanted to kill some creatures who dared to hurt Xuannu for half a point, and was not half a point worse than the heavens and the earth.

It's still far from it.

Sighing, most of the anger in Zhang Xiaofeng's heart after seeing the painting just now dissipated.

No one should know about him and Xuannu, after all, the two of them are in the mortal world, and no immortal is allowed to step into the mortal world without the permission of the heavenly court.

But the person who can depict the appearance of the Xuannu at such a close distance cannot be an ordinary person, and the gaze of the Xuannu, even though Zhang Xiaofeng knows that this cannot be true, he is choked by the vinegar in his heart.

The candlelight on the table flickered, and Zhang Xiaofeng sat quietly by the candlelight, letting his shadow sway slightly with the candlelight.

After a long time, Zhang Xiaofeng suddenly blew out the candles, got up and walked to the side, covered the two children with quilts, and sat cross-legged on the futon to continue practicing.

He figured it out.

No matter who it is, just take it.

Zhang Xiaofeng's heart of victory and defeat was completely aroused.

Originally, he came here to participate in this Zen machine conference with a heart that believed in the horses and got by, but at that moment, Zhang Xiaofeng suddenly changed his mind.

He had to make his mark at this Zen machine conference.

Start here.

Every step he takes since then has to leave some movement.

Let the Xuannu, who is thousands of miles away, know his news, and let all the people who covet the Xuannu in this huge spiritual realm know that her husband is Zhang Xiaofeng!

Sit firmly under the Tai Chi, but this time the mind cannot be calmed for a long time.

Tai Chi is still rotating, black and white are hovering above Zhang Xiaofeng's head, and the mixed aura is transformed into a pure mana through Tai Chi, which flows into Zhang Xiaofeng's dantian with the veins, and the mixed qi turns back with Zhang Xiaofeng's breath and heaven and earth again.

A night of practice.

The sound of sword dancing sounded punctually in the morning.

Zhang Xiaofeng slowly opened his eyes.

There was a sudden knock at the door, and Zhang Xiaofeng walked out, only to see a man in sackcloth standing in front of his door, with a chill on his body, obviously waiting for him to finish his practice.

Zhang Xiaofeng invited the other party into the room and poured a cup of hot tea.

The other party was not polite, took it, and thanked Zhang Xiaofeng.

"The Zen Machine Conference starts today, and in an hour, adults will come in person to open up a space. ”

The man took out three signs from his waist.

"You bring the sign with you, and when the space is stable, it will automatically suck you in, and with the different realms of you, you will automatically be divided into different groups, don't worry, there will be someone in the space who is responsible for maintaining the order of the game, after entering the space, the rest of the trivial things and rules will be told to you by him. ”

Zhang Xiaofeng took the sign and thanked the man.

The man smiled, turned around and walked out of the room again, busy informing the next contestant.

Holding the sign in his hand and looking at it over and over again, it was nothing special, it was just an ordinary wooden brand, as for how to divide them into the corresponding space, the rules of size and size, Zhang Xiaofeng couldn't say.

An hour is not long.

A figure rose into the sky on time.

The two children returned to the house after practicing their swords, and when they heard the movement outside the house, they immediately got up and ran out again.

It was lively outside the house, and the people who had been dormant in the house for a while also stood up at this moment.

Zhang Xiaofeng, who participated in the Zen Machine Conference for the first time, saw this scene and really felt a little shocked.

There was a sea of people, and they all looked up at the figure in the sky.

The man was also calm, but he had a complicated seal in his hand, so fast that he could almost only see the afterimage.

It's a full stick of incense.

Zhang Xiaofeng suddenly felt the wooden sign on his waist move.

The rest of the people present also had an unusual feeling.

Before everyone could react, the people present disappeared into the secret realm in an instant, and the originally crowded scene instantly became extremely deserted......