Time flies, and eight years have passed in the blink of an eye. Time is nothing but a blink of an eye for the monk. Xiao Pink's body is still as small as when I first saw it. Yan Ning's relationship with the three of them is also the same as always, but perhaps unconsciously, there is still an estrangement.

In the past eight years, Yan Ning has occasionally gone out, although Xia Lan and they want to murder themselves, but they still don't dare to act rashly in the sect. Even when he goes out, he conjures up a virtual shadow of himself on the bed, and then goes out incognito.

Now that he could condense the force to five or six inches wide, he knew he was about to break through.

"Next month, the Hongning Conference will be held in our sect!" Xiao Rimei was rarely serious. She is now in the middle stage of foundation building, and Liu Yi'an is in the late stage of foundation building. And Wen Shilong is in the early stage of Jindan!

"Well, so I wanted to try it, and it should be a workout!" Wen Shilong said with a firm gaze. He has been cultivating hard. As a competition between the disciples of various sects, the Hongning Conference is a competition between the disciples of various sects, and he has to participate in it no matter what.

"Hey, it's a pity that we're all just in the foundation building period, and we can't participate if we want to!" Xiao Rimei lay on the table in frustration. The Hongning Conference is held once every 20 years, and although the scale cannot be compared with the Crossbow Dome Conference, its minimum requirement must be the Jindan period. Except for Wen Shilong, the three of them can only be spectators.

Yan Ning comforted: "It's okay, there will be more opportunities in the future." Even Xiao Fan, who has never been waiting to see Xiao Rimei, snorted a few times to show comfort.

"Hey......" Xiao Rimei sighed again, "When will I be able to reach the Jindan period?" ”

"Cut, like you know how to eat all day long, I advise you to give up!" Wen Shilong shook his head and said sarcastically.

"Wen Shilong, your Jindan period is amazing!" Xiao Rimei straightened up and gave him a punch, but Wen Shilong didn't feel it and looked at her triumphantly. On the contrary, Xiao Rimei's hands hurt and couldn't stand it. I had already known that I would have tapped it, and the body of the monk in the Jindan period was as hard as gold, and it was invulnerable.

Liu Yi'an shook his hand when he saw her in pain, and immediately stepped forward to grab her and rub it gently. He glanced at Wen Shilong with unkind eyes, but Wen Shilong just shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he didn't mean it.

Yan Ning hugged Xiaofen and teased it to eat Lianqian grass, not caring about what happened in front of him.

The Hongning Conference came as scheduled. The various sects sent disciples to watch the battle or to compete, and for a while, the Hengyue faction was bustling with people wearing all kinds of Taoist robes.

"I'm sorry." Yan Ning was thinking about another formation he had recently created, and he didn't pay attention to bumping into others for a while. When I looked up, I saw a young man.

"It's okay," the man chuckled.

"That's the next goodbye." Yan Ning gave up his hand and left. When the man saw him leave, he frowned slightly, and soon relaxed. After the body shook, Changhong crossed and disappeared.

Yan Ning walked slowly on the road, always feeling that the person just now was very familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while. If you can't think of it, let's just give up.

Today is the first round of the competition, and Yan Ning and the others went over early to occupy the front row. After all, Wen Shilong's competition is scheduled on this day.

"Hmph, I'd like to see it...... Wen Shilong is ...... today Win or lose. Xiao Rimei said while eating.

Yan Ning looked back, there were not many people. After all, there is really nothing to see in the first round, and more people are looking forward to the competition in the last few days.

Wen Shilong came to power. His opponent was a middle-aged man with broad shoulders, a large knife in his hand, and a majestic style.

Yan Ning heard someone behind him guessing who would win.

"It must be the senior brother who won, look at that kid from the Hengyue faction, thin and small. How could it be a senior brother's opponent? ”

"That's not necessarily, after all, he is from the Hengyue faction." Someone retorted.

"You're still not from our Guiyuan faction!" The person who praised the middle-aged man before said angrily.

The person who retorted obviously did not dare to say more, but muttered, "I'm just talking about things." ”

"What did you just say?" The man asked.

"No, no, no, let's watch them compete."

The two stood on either side of the ring. When the judge shouted "start", the middle-aged man took the lead and rushed over with a big knife. Although Wen Shilong was thin, he was agile and easily dodged.

"Ahh The middle-aged man shouted, slashed the ground with a big knife, and the sword qi rolled towards Wen Shilong. This ring is specially made, and there is a formation above the ring, so it will not hurt the audience below.

Wen Shilong was able to dodge, but he was still injured by the sword qi. Stumbling a few times, he leaned against a post in the corner of the ring and stood firm. A fishy smell came up in his throat and he swallowed it. Glancing at the bottom of her eyes, Xiao Rimei looked at herself worriedly, and Yan Ning and Liu Yi'an also looked solemn.

Holding the Glass Fairy Sword in his hand, he rushed forward with false steps from side to side, and stabbed the man in the shoulder before he could react. The metal collided, and the "stab" was crossed, and there was no injury! The middle-aged man slashed with a big knife with his backhand, Wen Shilong was startled and jumped up to dodge, but his shoulder was slashed, and streams of bright red blood came out. Covering the wound and staring at the man who was excited, Wen Shilong guessed that this person must have a magic weapon on his body, otherwise how could he not react when he received his own sword?

The middle-aged man kicked hard, and many phantoms appeared behind him, and he was in front of Wen Shilong in an instant. The speed of the Jindan period is not comparable to ordinary people. For example, Xiao Rimei didn't see the situation clearly, and only heard the "sonorous" sound of weapons intersecting in light and shadow. Yan Ning stared at the two people in the ring fighting for a moment, obviously Wen Shilong was at a disadvantage, and was suppressed by the other party step by step, so he could only defend.

The sword intersects with the knife "Ping Pong". Suddenly, a silver light slashed, and the sword in Wen Shilong's hand was cut off! Half flew out, leaving only half of the broken sword in his hand.

"Boy, admit defeat!" The middle-aged man said arrogantly. He didn't pay attention to the kid in front of him, but he didn't expect that there were two brushes. He really deserves to be a member of the Hengyue faction!

Wen Shilong stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. Glancing down at the hilt of the sword, he turned the sword in his hand secretly, and the eyeballs in his single eyelid remained motionless.

"Boy, I advise you to give up earlier!"

Now is the time!

Wen Shilong rushed over. Before everyone could react, the middle-aged man, who was still arrogant, suddenly fell silent, while Wen Shilong maintained a posture of stabbing forward like a sculpture. When the man collapsed, he also fell.

"Oh my God, Wen Shilong has won?" Xiao Rimei forgot to swallow the food in her mouth, and her face was full of disbelief. Yan Ning nodded and looked at Wen Shilong, whose body was shaking in the ring. He must have been quite excited at this point, and the hard work he had been working for so long had finally been proven.

The crowd behind them was also in an uproar, they didn't expect that the skinny person who started to look bad would actually win.

"He is worthy of being a disciple of the Hengyue faction!" There was such admiration behind him.