But seeing Qingxuan walk to the center of the ring, he announced loudly:

"Qingfeng fought against Yanchen, and the result was a draw. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info then accumulate the number of wins, Qingfeng wins, so Qingfeng is still the champion! ”

Before Qingxuan's words fell, there was an uproar in the audience, no one was dazzled, Ren Zhenlu, that little kid, could see that it was obviously Yanchen who was cheating, letting Qingfeng go, not to mention the disciples who had already cultivated to the beginning.

Qing Xuan announced the end of the matter with a red face, and did not pay attention to the discussion in the audience, and hurriedly walked back to his seat, covering his long eyebrows.

The rest of Qingfeng was alone with an uncomfortable pestle in the center of the stage, if it weren't for Fang Zi's applause to relieve the siege, I was afraid that Qingfeng wouldn't know how to face this scene.

Fang Zipei took the lead in congratulating Qingfeng, and the muttering in the audience gradually became smaller, replaced by congratulations from the crowd.

Yanchen has already proved his ability, and Li Luo is also happy for Yanchen, looking at Yanchen with a smile, as if he is more elated than he has won the respect of everyone.

Those young feathers who had questioned Yanchen's strength before didn't dare to have any disrespectful words towards Yanchen, and they clearly saw that Qingfeng, who had always been favored and ageless, was actually under Yanchen. Even Qingfeng is convinced, respectful, and respectful, let alone talk about Yanchen.

Although most of the disciples didn't know why, they didn't understand why Yan Chen wanted to give away his colorful head, it was obviously a good opportunity to gain reputation, but they couldn't see that Yan Chen had any appearance of caring about this matter at all.

As for the female disciple who had bet on Yanchen before, she was even more fascinated by Yanchen at the moment, maybe in the legend about agelessness in the future, Qingfeng, has stepped down from the altar, and Yanchen will become a new object of worship.

That Lu Yunqing, seeing that Yanchen was so easy to defeat the breeze, the affection and admiration in his eyes just turned into butterflies, flew to the corners of Yanchen's clothes to contaminate Yanchen's breath, to get close to Yanchen, to express his love.

And Sun Miaoyi was also shocked by Yanchen's extraordinary performance, she has always believed that Qingfeng's position in the ageless is irreplaceable, and her admiration for Qingfeng has gradually turned into the love of men and women. At this moment, a man who didn't know where to come from came out stole the limelight of Qingfeng in one fell swoop, although she felt sour in her heart, but she was more jealous of Li Luo beside Yanchen.

In the past, because of the background of the daughter of the owner of the Xiaoyao Gate, with Qingfeng as a master, she could walk sideways without age, and no one dared to be dissatisfied. Now, she is no longer the high-profile Miss Xiaoyaomen, and has become Li Luo's foil overnight. Her pride is not tolerated.

Now that Yanchen has won Qingfeng, it is an irreversible fact. Then she will win over Li Luo when she fights later, to win back a game, she can't be trampled under in all aspects, she is unwilling......

After Qingfeng's generation competition is completed, it will be the competition of the youngest generation of disciples of Li Luo.

Because Qingfeng has no female disciples, there are few rules. However, there are many female disciples in Liluo's generation, and the rules are also different.

Considering that the physical fitness and potential of female disciples are not as strong as those of male disciples, let male disciples compete first, and female disciples can take advantage of this opportunity to rest and prepare for battle.

And the best of the last female disciples - it is Sun Miaoyi, she has already made up her mind that she must force Li Luo to fight in front of the stage later, and save face for her and the greatest breeze in her heart.

The competition of male disciples is naturally not as interesting as the competition of Qingfeng and others, just like the arena where the tiger fought was replaced by two cats fighting a little trouble. It looks like a god, and the heat is even worse, so that people can't see the excitement, and they won't be enthusiastic.

Only a few people who are truly interested in cultivation will not miss a single fight on the field, and Li Luo is like this, she stared intently at the senior brothers on the stage and tried their best to play their best.

As for Yanchen, even the fight between Qingfeng and the others couldn't arouse his interest, let alone these mediocre juniors. What made him not boring was that he could keep staring at Li Luo, and every expression Li Luo made every time he followed the battle situation made him feel extremely interesting, even if it was for a day, a month, even a year, or a longer period of time, he could.

Qingfeng and Fang Zibei stood far away from Li Luo, and the two of them glanced in the direction of Li Luo from time to time, but they didn't stay for too long, after all, what came into view was Yan Chen, who was standing beside Li Luo all the time.

"Senior brother, don't you really want to ask how the good disciple is doing?"

Hearing this, Qingfeng turned his head and glanced at Fang Zipei, and replied in a muffled voice:

"Senior Brother Yanchen is so capable, how could she have something to do, it's superfluous to ask."

Fang Zibei spread his hands, I don't know why-since he was warned by Yanchen last time, Fang Zibei felt that Qingfeng's temperament was more restrained, when Li Luo often accompanied the two of them before, the other party could still joke, but now it is always too tight, giving people a cold feeling of not smiling.

"How can a good boy think that it is superfluous for you to care about her, it is just your own thoughts. And if you don't go, I'm afraid the obedient will be distracted. ”

Qingfeng was stunned when he heard this, and then smiled bitterly:

"I'm no longer her master, what's the reason to care?"

Fang Zi patted Qingfeng's shoulder blades, raised his lips and looked at the back of Li Luo's head, and said with a smile:

"I'm no longer her master, but every time she meets me, she still has to call a son to Master Pei, and listen to that call a comfortable-"

Fang Zi imitated Li Luo's address to him in a soft voice, and finally made Qingfeng laugh, looking up at Qingfeng's back, and finally felt a little more relaxed in his heart: Li Luo also called their master, proving that Li Luo did not blame him for his untimely action, as long as Li Luo did not complain about him, it would be fine......

It took almost three hours for the leader of Li Luo's generation of male disciples to finally be selected, and he was a man who seemed to be quiet and quiet.

Qing Xuan saw that the results had been announced, so after announcing the name of the winner, he immediately arranged a competition for female disciples.

When Qingxuan reported that the last champion was Sun Miaoyi, Li Luo was slightly surprised, she thought that everyone was as beautiful as Sun Miaoyi, but because her parents couldn't disobey her life, she didn't want Sun Miaoyi to work so hard, and she was actually the best among the female disciples.

Li Luo watched Sun Miaoyi come to the stage, and there was shallow envy in her eyes - Sun Miaoyi was indeed very elegant and calm, at least she couldn't see the slightest smugness in her expression, which made Li Luo recognize it very much.

But if Li Luo could predict what was going on inside Sun Miaoyi's calm surface, he was afraid that the good impression that Sun Miaoyi had just built up would disappear in an instant.

It's a pity that Li Luo doesn't have the skills of an unpredictable prophet, and she also hopes from the bottom of her heart that Sun Miaoyi can succeed in guarding the battle.

After Sun Miaoyi came to the stage, Qing Xuan glanced at Sun Miaoyi with satisfaction, and then asked loudly if there was a challenger, and Li Luo also looked in the direction that Qing Xuan was looking at- (To be continued.) )