Han Qianxue said this, which proved that she had agreed to this matter in a very tactful way.

Women, after all, are thin-skinned, and they won't speak so explicitly.

"Qianxue is right, improving cultivation is the most important thing!"

Compared with the marriage between the two, Sikong Rongshi still attaches more importance to Han Qianxue's cultivation.

It was immediately decided to let her go into retreat again.

"Master, that apprentice will go back and prepare first, and enter the secret realm of space in the evening!"

Seeing that Sikong Rongshi agreed, Han Qianxue bowed to him and turned around and walked out.

After he left, Sikong Rongshi snorted coldly.

"You kid is very calm in everything he does on weekdays, why is he so anxious about this kind of thing!"

"Master, the apprentice knows!"

Yiqiu hurriedly bowed down and agreed.

"Eh, for the sake of the teacher, you have liked Qianxue for a long time, and there must be a process for everything!

What's more, Su Yi and Su Wuregret were injured by your own hands, and it will take some time to make her fully accept you!"

Sikong Rongshi sighed softly and said slowly.

"What Master has taught you is!"

This is the truth, if he is calm, he will naturally be able to think about it, but just now he was already carried away by joy, and he quickly tied the knot with Han Qianxue.

Sikong Rongshi's words were like a basin of cold water, which not only calmed him down, but also pointed out what he would work hard in the future.

"Master, can't we fight for the position of the realm lord?"

Yiqiu and Sikong Rong are like father and son, and they also know the danger of competing for the realm master, so they can't help but worry.

"A cultivator must have the determination to keep moving upward, not to mention that if he obtains the position of Realm Lord, he will get much more in the future than we imagined!

You just lack this upward mind, that's why your cultivation has been stuck in the Earth Immortal Realm for so many years!"

Sikong Rongshi's statement was also to inspire Yiqiu to ignite his cultivation heart again.

In fact, he knew very well in his heart that Yiqiu's roots and spiritual wisdom were limited, and it was not easy to reach the high level of the Earth Immortal in this life.

It is almost impossible to advance to the Heavenly Immortals.

"Disciples follow Master's teachings!"

After coming out of the main peak hall, Yiqiu stood in the courtyard

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Distant view.

After Sikong Rongshi's explanation, his heart was already suddenly enlightened, and he thought of being able to be with Han Qianxue in the future, and he couldn't help but be full of longing for the future.

The joint enrollment of the four major sects in Dongfeng Prefecture has come to an end, and four rings have been set up on the four sides of the central square of Shuikang City.

The next day, the competition of the four major sects began.

The three sects of Qinglei Sect, Jiulong Hall, and Feixing Island all arranged the ring very eye-catching.

Among them, the Golden Wind Pavilion seems to be in order to highlight the demeanor of the sect, and it is even more colorful to arrange the ring.

"Today's competition is to compete for the qualification of the outer disciples of the Golden Wind Pavilion, and the competition is mainly based on harmony, and I hope that all the players will be able to do it!"

The deacon who was in charge of receiving the registration before stood in the ring of the Golden Wind Pavilion and said loudly.

And the old man who had not spoken before was already silent.

Only when the middle-aged man beside him spoke to him, he turned his head and whispered a few words, thinking that this middle-aged man's status in the sect should be higher than him.

"This time, there are a total of five hundred finalists in the Golden Wind Pavilion, and we will select sixty monks among them to be promoted to the outer disciples of the Golden Wind Pavilion!

The rules of the game are simple, you win when you beat or knock your opponent out of the ring!"

What the deacon said was very simple, but it also showed the attitude of this competition.

Although the point is up, the cultivation of all the contestants who can be shortlisted is not low, how can it be so easy to stop it?

At the same time, the other three rings also performed similar opening remarks.

After the tea effort, as if agreed, the four rings began at the same time, and there were sudden cheers in the square.

This kind of thing is not only for monks, but also for ordinary people, it is also an extremely rare prosperous time, so the number of onlookers is unprecedented.

Many people put down what they were doing and came to watch the game.

In the square, the closure of the ring is naturally very important, and if it causes damage to the environment in the city, then they will not have to have a similar competition next time.

Therefore, the four major sects all sent immortal-level array mages to sit in person to ensure the stability of the ring.

The formation mage of the Golden Wind Pavilion was an old man with immortal wind bones, and at this time he was sitting in mid-air out of thin air, half-closed

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Half-open eyes always sweep around the ring.

At the beginning, Su Yi was still sighing that the competition of more than 500 people had to be remembered until when it would be over.

But it wasn't until the game started that he realized that there were no rules for ordering this kind of competition.

It is almost entirely up to that deacon to appoint the candidates.

He is optimistic that whoever will be drawn into the ring, and he doesn't care if there is a gap in strength between the two sides.

In this case, some of them have a part of the luck in it.

And the contestants can't leave this place yet, and if the deacon can't find you, it will directly disqualify you from the competition.

According to him, luck is also part of strength.

"Brother, why do I look so messy with this thing!"

Krees shook around the other rings before returning to Su Yi's side.

He found that whether it was Jin Feng Pavilion, the other three rings also adopted this competition mode.

"After all, Hengtian Star is the main star of the Hengtian Realm, there are many talent races here, as long as they have strength, they will always emerge!"

The two chatted while watching the fight in the ring.

To Su Yi's surprise, the game in the ring was not slow at all.

Thirty-four matches have already been played just after the tea effort, and many players are put down by their opponents after only a few breaths when they come to the stage.

During this period, there was actually a matter of directly killing the opponent, and Jin Fengting seemed to be accustomed to this situation, and the game continued after simply cleaning up the ring.

"Next game, you, you!"

After a game, the deacon returned to the stage and looked around, and then casually clicked on two people.

Among them was Zuo Feiyun, a white-faced man who had laughed at Su Yi and Krees before.

Seeing this, the two of them came to the ring, and after a brief gesture, they moved their hands.

Zuo Feiyun is from Feiyun Peak, which is a very small sect on Hengtian Star, and his cultivation is mainly elegant and agile.

The monk opposite him was short and thin, and his speed was no less than that of Zuo Feiyun.

Moreover, the pair of daggers in the hands of the little monk shone with a faint green light, and at a glance it was clear that they were made of highly poisonous substances.

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