"Okay." Through the communication token, Chu Lan's voice was particularly gentle, making the listener feel spoiled.

"Don't be angry with the ancestor, come back, it's getting more and more dangerous outside." Chu Lan's faint voice didn't carry any emotion, but Feng Ning could hear the anxiety in his voice.

"I didn't get angry with Master." Feng Ning lowered her head, not wanting Chu Lan to see the love in her eyes.

"There is no best." Chu Lan breathed a sigh of relief, "Ancestor hasn't been in a good mood lately. ”

"How is Master feeling?"

Before Feng Ning could finish his sentence, Chu Lan pinched the communication token.

No matter how Feng Ning called, there was no movement on his side, just like a stone sinking into the sea, without causing any waves.

"If you don't say it, you won't say it." Feng Ning threw away the communication token in frustration, anyway, she would know sooner or later when she went back.

Summer passed quietly, and the four seasons of Tianwu Valley were very distinct, and there were only two seasons in a year - summer and winter.

Summer has just passed, winter is coming, Xiao Xiao's cold wind blows, and it makes people's cheeks hurt.

The number of monks in Tianwu Valley gradually increased, and the expressions on the faces of the monks in the entire city were very excited.

Every winter, decent monks and demon cultivators gather in the Heavenly Witch Valley to fight.

It's a competition that everyone can participate in, and it's a real, absolutely fair one.

There are no rules in the competition, there is no limit to the point, as long as you can win, no matter what method you use, what means, whether it is a demon cultivator or a decent monk, you will be treated equally.

Feng Ning is not interested in the reward at all, but he is still very interested in watching, and this kind of viewing is a good time to accumulate experience.

Feng Ning also felt that it was just slow, allowing himself to be quiet. She didn't know how to face Yu Changshu when she went back now.

The venue for the competition is not large, and there is only one battle platform. Feng Ning glanced at the audience, uh, there was only one in the stands.

The monks who watched the battle were all standing on the ground, surrounded by the battle platform, crowded with people, and there was no gap, which was more spectacular than the scene of buying tickets for the **** Spring Festival.

On the spacious stands, there were only three people sitting - Feng Ning, Wu Xi, and Tianwu Qi Heng.

Feng Ning twisted his body uneasily when he saw the fog, and smiled gently at her, "Don't be nervous. ”

The seats in the stands, and the throne in the Heavenly Witch Qiheng City Lord's Mansion, are a style, flashy and coquettish.

There is also a white jade table next to the seat, on which are placed fresh melons and fruits, and the melons and fruits are stained with crystal dewdrops.

Heavenly Witch Qi Heng's ability to pull hatred once again refreshed Feng Ning's cognition.

In fact, this is not new, after all, brain circuits are different from ordinary people, and they are everywhere.

To Feng Ning's surprise, there were so many monks below, but none of them came up to provoke, which was not normal.

To say that the monks here are used to being enslaved and do not know how to resist.

Feng Ning just wanted to hehe, because this is absolutely impossible, there will be resistance under oppression, not to mention the mixed Tianwu Valley.

Moreover, the monks below, whether they participated in the battle or watched the battle, almost none of them had cultivation below the age of Yuanying.

But their eyes were not only unwilling, but they also looked at Qi Heng with awe.

Heavenly Witch Qi Heng, a Yuanying Monk, what can they be in awe?

Feng Ning stared straight at Tianwu Qi Heng, and really didn't see anything special about Tianwu Qi Heng. It is true that the cultivator is indeed Yuan Ying, if he really fights, Feng Ning does not feel that he will lose to him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Tianwu Qi Heng raised his eyebrows, "You are like this, it will make me embarrassed, did you accidentally fall in love with me?" ”

Feng Ning glanced at Tianwu Qi Heng, the meaning couldn't be more obvious, with your small body, what can I fall in love with?

After getting along for such a while, Feng Ning also figured out the character of Tianwu Qi Heng. On the surface, he is an unruly second ancestor, but in fact he is not bad in his bones.

And the brain is very flexible.,You can do everything in a measured way.,Even if people don't like it, they can't hate it.。

I have to say that Tianwu Qi Heng is really living a very free life.

Most immortal cultivators are demanding, and they are pure in their hearts, even if their hearts are hungry for material things, they will pretend to be immortal and bone-like.

It is really rare to see a monk like Tianwu Qi Heng who is so arrogant and shows his worship of money freely. If it weren't for the pure aura on Heavenly Witch Qi Heng's body, Feng Ning would have wondered if he was a demon cultivator.

There was a surge of people below, and the black pressure was overwhelming, which made people lose their interest in watching the fight.

But the fog didn't come again, so the fog breath and Tianwu Qi Heng stayed, and Feng Ning was not at ease, so he took a book, leaned on the chair, and passed the time.

When he was reading the book, Feng Ning was startled by a scream.

Looking down, the monks below were noisier than before, like a pot of boiling oil.

Eyes moved to the battle platform, which was wrapped in layers of vines, like a round green ball, and it was impossible to see the people inside.

It's just that the people watching the battle outside, their voices are overshadowed one by one, and they are very excited, and according to the feelings of the spectators, it is speculated that it should be the demon cultivator who has the upper hand on the platform.

The vines slowly opened, and the bones fell from above like rain.

A black-haired and red-eyed boy stood in the rain of bones, evil and powerful, making people dare not despise him because of his slender body.

Feng Ning's heart sank, and the expression on his face was very grim.

The memory in her mind came out of nowhere, and she remembered that the teenager had said that his home was in the West. Feng Ning didn't expect to meet him here.

Didn't he say that he wasn't a demon cultivator? Why did you appear here as a demon cultivator?

Feng Ning took a few steps forward and leaned forward.

"Be careful." Tianwu Qi Heng pulled Feng Ning back, and suddenly felt that at this moment, the girl in his arms, who had always been strong, had become very fragile.

"You know him?" Tianwu Qi Heng looked at the young man on the battle platform, "Do you want me to call him over?" ”

"No, you don't." Feng Ning shook his head, "I was dazzled just now, I saw it wrong." ”

"Feng Ning, are you not feeling well?" Misty Breath walked over and took Feng Ning's hand, "Otherwise, let's go back." ”

"It's fine." Feng Ning sat back in his chair and looked at the boy in the distance.

At this moment, the young man on the platform also turned his head, his gaze swept over the stands, and finally stopped at Feng Ning's body.

Although there was a long distance in the middle, Feng Ning could still see it clearly, the young man raised his eyebrows at her and smiled, his mouth opened and closed, "See you again." ”

Feng Ning's heart tightened, his face did not show any clues, and he snorted disdainfully, his expression full of disdain.

After Feng Ning made this move, he actually regretted it.

Looking at the young man's increasingly dangerous smile, Feng Ning smiled and told himself: Okay, now you can start panicking.