The desert monk carried everyone behind his back: "It's a pity that the Yan clan doesn't ask about the world and never involves human strife. I remember the great battle a thousand years ago, the Demon Sect sent people to contact the Yan Clan without success, and attacked the mountain in a rage, and suffered heavy losses in one day. That's why we were on the right path that we were able to win in a dangerous way. ”

"Bangbang" came from the sound of banging on the stick, "Close the doors and windows, be careful of the candles, Zi Shi!" Several dark shadows came from the left side of the main hall. Cui Houqing was shocked and hurriedly walked towards the dormitory.

Along the way, there were waves in my heart, looking at the peace and tranquility on the mountain, I didn't expect the outside world to be chaotic like this, the demon cult was in chaos, and the zombies were in trouble. For some reason, he suddenly remembered the person five years ago, the white-clothed monk, the person who turned him into a zombie with his own hands, Cui Houqing unconsciously thought in his heart: Senior Brother Baisheng, how are you now?

In my heart, there is a little more apology and a trace of concern.

Cui Houqing quietly returned to the room, but she still couldn't calm down in her heart, and she didn't fall asleep until she was ugly.

As soon as the east was white, everyone gathered in the square early after breakfast. Yesterday's game, 32 people were eliminated in a round, and now only 16 people remain, and there is a game each this morning and afternoon to get the top four. Today's competition will be more intense, with crowds of people talking about what they think is the favourite.

Cui Houqing walked slowly on the square, her heart heavy. "Come on, Zhang Bang!" With a few shouts, a crowd of people rushed to a corner, where a wooden board was erected, covered with a layer of red cloth, with the numbers and names of yesterday's victors written on them, and their respective opponents.

Cui Houqing took a few steps forward, and saw from a distance that his opponent today was a disciple named Lu Chuan of Tianchangfeng, and he was bored and walked towards a no-man's land.

"Cui Houqing. With a shout from behind, Cui Houqing's body shook, turned around, and saw a familiar face.

Haoran! He called out like this in his heart, but he couldn't get it back in his mouth, so he just stared blankly, without emotion.

Lin Haoran had never seen Cui Houqing's eyes so indifferent and lifeless.

"Cui Houqing, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?" Lin Haoran said with concern.

Cui Houqing slowly lowered his head, facing this brother since childhood, his heart tingled for no reason, and he couldn't say a word.

Lin Haoran thought he was unwell, and congratulated: "I saw your name on the red list, Cui Houqing, congratulations!"

"By the way, your opponent today is Senior Brother Lu Chuan of Tianchangfeng, I have some understanding of him, he is now a third-level cultivator of the Shangran Mirror, and he has used a water-based immortal sword called "Dripping Water". I usually like to practice immortal magic, and I am also a strong opponent, Cui Houqing, you can't beat him, admit defeat!"

Admit defeat! Admit defeat! These two words struck tightly into his heart, and he was admitting defeat again! The corners of Cui Houqing's mouth rose and showed a contemptuous smile. Suddenly, I was shocked, what was wrong with me, Haoran was my good brother, how could I treat him like this? But... But...

Cui Houqing slowly raised his head, his eyes were still indifferent, and he said slowly: "Thank you!" and then didn't look back, turned around and walked away.

Lin Haoran stood in place, feeling that this incomparably close brother was so far away this time.

Cui Houqing searched for a week and found that everyone in the Tongtian Peak of Qinglong Temple was gathered in the center of the square, Cui Houqing walked in front of Master Yuru and said, "Uncle Shi!" Master Yuru patted him on the shoulder and said: "Master Houqing, I didn't expect you to win the game yesterday, congratulations!"

"Hmph!" But it was the desert monk who snorted coldly on the side, and said coldly: "What is there to congratulate?

Master Yuru pushed the desert monk and said slightly: "It's also your disciple's luck to win the competition after talking about it." Now out of sixteen, your disciples account for four, aren't you still happy?"

The desert monk snorted coldly again, with an expression that should be so.

Master Yuru turned around and said, "Cui Houqing, don't listen to your master's nonsense, gather your mind, play hard, and do your best!"

"Yes, Uncle Shi!" Cui Houqing nodded lightly. When he looked up, he saw that Yi Zhen'er's face was slightly red, and she was in excellent spirits, looking around. Cui Houqing knew what she was looking for, and there was a pain in her heart for no reason.

Cui Houqing stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Senior sister." ”

Yi Zhen'er turned her head to look at it, feeling that this little junior brother was a little different, and she didn't take it to heart, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and said as usual: "Good!"

Cui Houqing suddenly raised his head, his eyes were full of hope, and said, "Senior sister, can you go and watch me play?"

Yi Zhen'er was stunned for a moment and said, "I still have to compete, I'm afraid I can't watch it." ”

Cui Houqing said hurriedly: "I can wait, I will wait for you to come and see." ”

Yi Zhen'er chuckled and said, "Fool, why are you waiting for this? Don't make a fuss! By the way, I can hurry up and go to see Lin Haoran's game!" Yi Zhen'er clapped her hands and smiled. The hope in Cui Houqing's eyes slowly dissipated, and his heart, as if he had been pricked by a needle, returned to his silent color on his face, lowered his head and squeezed out of the crowd.

"When" sounds, and the game begins!

On the square, there are only eight of the sixteen venues left yesterday, and eight wooden platforms have been erected in turn. Yi Zhen'er was in the third arena, and everyone from Tongtian Peak of Qinglong Temple walked in twos and threes, obviously to watch the game. Her opponent is a disciple of the Tianfang Daoist of the Penglai Mountain Pishan Sect, surnamed Wang Minglu, who has jumped up at this moment and entered the ring, his figure is quite chic, and the audience is even more applauding. Cui Houqing turned his eyes and saw that under the No. 3 ring, there were more than a hundred people around, most of them were disciples of the Tianfang Dao people of the Penglai Mountain Pishan Sect, and even the Tianfang Dao people of the Penglai Mountain Pishan Sect were watching from the audience at the moment, with a faint smile on their faces, obviously they valued this Wang Lu very much. The desert monk led the disciples of Tongtian Peak of Qinglong Temple towards the No. 3 ring, and soon drowned in the crowd of Tianfang Daoists of the Penglai Mountain Sect.

Cui Houqing turned around to look, and at this moment, most of the crowd was surrounding the No. 4 arena, and there were four or five hundred people. To say that today's big hit, the disciples have the most two women and two men in a round, one is Yi Zhen'er, who is originally a beauty, in this Qinglong Mountain where there are more men and fewer women, it is naturally a big hit, and the other is Wang Wenqing, whose beautiful and glamorous appearance has touched the hearts of many young men, it is said that the cultivation is also very high, and he won the game with only three moves in the first game, just because the other party looked at her twice, he was seriously injured, and he was not known, so many male disciples were more in awe of this peerless beauty. Among the two men, one is Lin Haoran, and the other is Hu Hao, the man of the year in Tongtian Peak, it is said that both of them are people with excellent qualifications, and they are the fastest to enter the country.

Therefore, in addition to the No. 3 and No. 4 arenas, the No. 1 and No. 7 arenas also surrounded more than 200 people. Cui Houqing looked at his No. 5 arena, there were only twenty or thirty people, and all the dozens of people in this area were disciples of other sects.

"Dang" rang another bell, and I saw that on the huge stand in the middle, the desert monk and Qiushui appeared in turn. The desert monk took a step forward, looked around at the countless disciples in the audience, and said loudly: "The competition begins!"

Cui Houqing walked on the No. 5 arena, and suddenly felt unspeakably uncomfortable in his heart, there was no senior brother in his arena, and even there were so few strange senior brothers from other veins. But he still had a trace of expectation in his heart, and told himself: Master and Uncle just can't pull away, and he will definitely come. Cui Houqing stood for a while, as if he was not here to play, but a spectator.

I don't know why, Cui Houqing stood on the stage, but he couldn't calm down, and the pink figure appeared in his mind, and every gesture flashed in front of him, it was so beautiful.

"Okay!" A cheer rang out from the audience, and a figure jumped up, Cui Houqing was startled, and only then woke up from his memory. But on the other side of the stage, there was a man standing, thirty or forty years old, with an obscene face, smiling at himself. The man gave a salute and said, "Lu Chuan of the Bishan Sect, ask the senior brother for advice!" Cui Houqing turned his head to look at the audience as if he hadn't listened, and saw that there were still more than a dozen disciples of the Bishan Sect in the audience, and there was still a white-bearded old man, sitting in the corner lazily basking in the sun.

Cui Houqing looked at the audience with a blank look in his eyes, as if he had lost his soul. That Lu Chuan frowned, bowed again, and said, "Bishan sent Lu Chuan, ask the senior brother for advice!" Cui Houqing still looked at the audience blankly, and still thought of the clouds in his heart. Lu Chuan was ignored, he was furious at the moment, and he didn't say hello, he shouted angrily, a two-foot long, "bang", the water flowed, and the smooth fairy sword as smooth as a mirror was horizontal in front of him, and the whole body was as clear as water.

"Good!"

That Lu Chuan glanced at the people in the audience, thought for a while, but still snorted angrily, and said, "This sword is called 'Dripping Water' Senior Brother Cui, please!"

Cui Houqing glanced at the drop of narcissus sword, only to see that the clear light on the sword was flowing, pure and gentle, it seemed that it was not ordinary, he secretly swallowed his saliva, and did not feel a little hot on his face, but he still reached into his arms, held the wooden stick and devoured the sky, and took it out.

Everyone in the audience, Lu Chuan and the more than 20 disciples of the Bishan Sect in the audience, their eyes fell on this white wood.

Silent for a while.

"Hahahaha..."I don't know who was the first to laugh, breaking the silence. Then, after a while, the audience burst into laughter, mixed with someone who said bitterly: "So, what is that?"

"Oh, I'm laughing, that's a stick. ”

"It's... Is... I have seen it for a long time, and the Qinglong Temple is connected to the Heavenly Peak... Good... Hahaha!"

......

At this moment, even Lu Chuan on the stage bent over with a smile, and it took a long time to hold back, and said, "Senior Brother Cui, this is, hehe, your, weapon?"

Cui Houqing didn't answer, he looked at the wooden stick in his hand blankly, and said slowly in a low voice: "Devouring the sky, they are laughing at you!" The people around him were still laughing loudly, Cui Houqing lowered his head, and as far as his eyes could see, the world was only left with the demonic wooden stick in his hand that was white mixed with a little red silk to devouring the sky.

They laughed, laughing loudly, just like the senior brothers before leaving, even Yi Zhen'er, who he was thinking deeply, laughed like that.

He lowered his head and closed his eyes.

The violent feeling seemed to cry out from the depths of the body, slowly wandering through the body. This time there was no rage, the violent aura just slowly flowed and permeated the whole body.

What is the loneliest time when a person feels?

Is it alone in the face of the indifference of the world, is it alone in the face of everyone's shame?

He suddenly looked up and looked ahead, his long hair dancing in the wind, his eyes bright red, and a foot-long red glow. The surroundings of the arena suddenly cooled down, everyone stopped laughing, and some began to shiver.

At this time, the sun was shining on his face, and no one could see his expression clearly.

Lu Chuan was stunned for a while, holding the Dripping Narcissus Sword and forgetting to attack. Even the drowsy white-haired old man slowly stood up and stepped aside.

Lu Chuan's face flashed with a fierce color, and the dripping narcissus sword in his hand, in the cheers of the audience, burst out with an almost sun-like brilliance, brilliant and awe-inspiring. As he stopped drinking, the watery brilliance of the Dripping Fairy Sword overwhelmingly pressed over.