How powerful it is for himself, Wen Chong burned a scorching flame in his heart, he can only protect what he wants to protect if he becomes stronger, and now, this man is not only an insult to him, but a strong pressure, which makes his fighting spirit burn even stronger.

A handsome figure had already come to the front with a faint smile on his face, but his body exuded strong energy, which pressed Wen Chong and said, "Brother Wen, the cultivation is really good, and you can win in the face of such a powerful opponent, which really makes Yi Jian deeply admired." ”

Li Dian was lucky to dissolve the pressure of this energy on the side, so that Wen Chong could look calm, Wen Chong said disdainfully to Yi Jian: "Brother Yi's Sky Sword is even more admirable, how can I make Brother Yi admire." ”

Yi Jian said: "Tomorrow, you and I will fight in the top eight, and we will know." ”

Wen Chong said coldly: "Tomorrow's battle, the result is that you are waiting for defeat." ”

Yi Jian didn't say much, he turned around and left angrily, exuding a powerful energy around his body, just like his anger, ruthlessly burning everything around him, making Wen Chong deeply feel the pressure from the other party, which pressed heavily on Wen Chong's heart, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

Li Dian looked at the back of the person who was walking away, and said: "He is indeed a genius, and it is indeed rare in the cultivation world to have such a cultivation at such an age." ”

Hongyue frowned and said, "Huzi's injuries are only getting better now. Wen Chong, you must be more careful tomorrow. ”

Ding Huan said: "Hmph, if he falls in love with me, I must return his color." ”

Wen Chong clenched his fists, and the qi in his heart had slowly emerged, and that sword, that scene, and that scene kept flipping in his mind.

A white figure stood on the poster board of the competition process, his brows furrowed, and it was clearly written on the poster that tomorrow Hanyue Wenchong was against the Yijian of the Sword Sect, and Hanyue Ding Huan also stepped into the top eight, and now two of the four people in Hanyue have stepped into the top eight, which really shocked many sects, this unworldly Xiuzhen sect has such a deep strength, and it makes the major factions a little more respectful.

The white figure turned around and left for a long time, the two swords in his hands were tightly held in his hands, and he walked towards the Sword Spirit Hall.

In a quiet forest in Lingfeng, a young man in blue stood with his hands in his hands, and a mysterious masked man had already come to him, and said respectfully: "I have seen the young master." ”

The young man in blue asked, "You, you were actually defeated by that kid today?"

Cang Ao said: "Don't hide it from the young master, that kid's magic weapon is extremely weird, and it forcibly dissolves my power one by one, but that powerful magic weapon gradually dimmed in the end." ”

The young man in blue complained, "Then why are you still defeated?"

Cang Ao said: "Not only is his magic weapon powerful, but there is also a powerful internal qi hidden in his body, which is really difficult for people to find, and I only noticed it in the light." ”

The blue-clothed young man said: "Anyway, you really lost to him, it seems that this person's cultivation is not low." ”

Cang Ao said: "Although this person's cultivation is not low, but he has already fought with me and lost both, and his magic weapon was also severely damaged by me in the end, but the power in his body is domineering, I dare not be careless, so I have to admit defeat." ”

The blue-clothed young man said: "Oh, in this way, we haven't suffered too much, and this time we have figured out the strength of their cold moon." This sect does not have a great reputation in the cultivation realm, but such a person's cultivation has such a different reaction, and he must report to his father. ”

Cang Ao said: "Subordinate, go back to the door master and thoroughly investigate this Cold Moon Sect." ”

The blue-clothed young man said: "Well, you go, by the way, after this conference, the Sword Spirit Sect must have something important to announce, if my father guesses well, it must be a big event, so you hurry back to Xiaoyao to prepare for manpower." ”

Cang Ao said: "Yes, I'll go back." ”

Cang Ao had already disappeared in front of him, and after a long time, the young man in blue said, "This cultivation conference is really surging, it seems that the cultivation world is busy." ”

Lingfeng, a long and distant corridor, the cold moon wing, a weak body lying quietly on the bed, eyes closed, a little more calm on the face.

Wen Chong pushed open the door, stepped into the room, and then closed the door gently, quietly came to the bedside, looked at his slightly childish face, and said, "Huzi." Hurry up and get better, you said you still want to pass on my exercises, our fight is not over yet. ”

Xiaolong said: "Huzi's injury recovery is not a big problem. If you are against that man today, you must be more careful. ”

Wen Chong said to Xiaolong: "Don't worry about me, it's bound to make him pay a price today." There was a coldness in his words.

Xiaolong said: "Well, I don't want to cook an extra pill, don't you sleep for more than ten days after you finish fighting, I still want to go back to the cold moon as soon as possible." ”

Wen Chong smiled: "You should say this to that person." ”

Xiaolong said: "Hehe, you can go, I'll take care of Huzi here." ”

Wen Chong said: "Okay, Huzi will trouble you to watch, don't let that little bastard get out of bed" After speaking, he let out a burst of laughter.

Wen Chong pushed open the door, the sun was shining, the sky was blue, such a beautiful scenery was so lazy, but the next big battle would make everyone have no time to enjoy such beautiful weather.

Xiaolong looked at Wen Chong's back and said, "Big brother, be careful in everything." ”

Wen Chong didn't look back, just "En", strode towards the direction of the square, how could he not be tightly bound by a layer of depression in his heart, in the cold moon in the past two years, Huzi and he have long been brothers, and now Huzi is on the field for him, which led to serious injuries, although it did not hurt the meridians and inner mansion, but also suffered from flesh and skin, he only had one thought in his heart, that is, to carry out this competition well.

Today, there are only four in the arena of the square, and there is a strong master of cultivation in the four arenas, which is even more magnificent.

The people of Cold Moon were already outside the arena, and many people from the Sword Spirit Sect also came to watch this competition, and more big factions surrounded the venue, and Kunlun and the others also occupied a good viewing position.

In the crowd of Cold Moon, Ding Huan shouted: "That Wen Chong, why haven't you come yet, can't you be afraid." ”

Li Dian said: "Brother Wen won't." ”

Ding Huan said: "The last time he faced Yijian, he didn't show up, or Huzi went up to fight, otherwise Huzi wouldn't have to be asleep today." ”

Hongyue said: "Wen Chong, he won't be afraid, he has never been afraid of any opponent, Senior Brother Ding, could it be that he will be afraid of his opponent today, doesn't that mean that the Yi Sword of the Sword Sect is stronger than Senior Brother Ding?"

Ding Huan said: "This... ”

Ning Yuan said: "Forget it, Huan'er, you better go and prepare for your competition first." ”

Hongyue pointed not far away and said, "Look, Wen Chong is here." ”

I saw Wen Chong wearing a white martial arts, with a big flame embroidered on the sleeves, like a real flame, extremely red, this is the traditional martial arts clothes of Yangmen, worn on Wen Chong's body, it is more manly, and a domineering spirit comes out.

Wen Chong had already walked in front of everyone, and Li Dian said: "This dress... Be... ”

Wen Chong replied: "This is the traditional martial clothes of our Yangmen. ”

Ding Huan shouted, "Why are you wearing Yangmen's martial arts clothes to participate in the competition?"

Ning Yuan said: "This martial clothes are really cool, why didn't you kid wear it out earlier, so that we can do it all in Hanyue." And then embroider the mark of the cold moon, how handsome. Everyone was speechless, and Ning Yuan, who had always been conceited by the cold moon, would also say such things.

Hongyue said: "Wen Chong, be careful in everything. The opponent is strong. ”

Wen Chong nodded slightly, and walked into the arena, but Yijian had not yet appeared in the arena, but there was a burst of cheers from outside the arena.

"Brother Wen, come on, we in Kunlun all support you. It was Xu Ziwei and his party who took the lead in speaking, and an old Kunlun man immediately knocked on the back door of Xu Ziwei's head, which made Xu Ziwei scream in pain.

The old man said: "It's not enough to be ashamed of your kid if you lose, and now you're still embarrassed with your junior brother, right?" ”

Xu Ziwei scratched his head and said tremblingly: "Seventh Senior Uncle, Brother Wen is indeed powerful. ”

The old man said: "Hehe, that kid is indeed a little capable, if we Kunlun have such a disciple, it would be great." After speaking, the old man shouted at the venue, "Wen boy, come on." Kunlun has your back. ”

The people in Kunlun were speechless for a while.

Dressed in white, he had already stepped into the sidelines, he did not enter the field, but just walked in the direction of the sword spirit, a graceful figure in white stood in the crowd, but it could not hide her peerless temperament.

Yi Jian walked to the crowd of sword spirits and said respectfully to a woman in white: "Senior Yi Jian, meet Uncle Bai." "The woman is moving and clear, and she also has a fairy-like temperament, this person is the head of the sword spirit - Bai Suxue.

Bai Suxue responded slightly, and did not pay attention to him, but moved her eyes to the person in the field.

A middle-aged man said to Yi Jian: "Xiaojian, it seems that you have only been cultivating to such a point in just a few years, and you are indeed a famous teacher and a high apprentice." ”

Yi Jian also said respectfully: "The junior greets Uncle Zijin." ”

Zijin said: "Excuse me, excuse me, you come and see Xiaoyu." ”

Yi Jian's face was slightly red, Xiao Yu walked out of the crowd, and followed Yi Jian to say something, his eyes were full of care, full of tenderness.

Wen Chong saw it in his eyes, his heart seemed to be pierced by a sword, and that feeling was like a thunderbolt in a sunny day, hitting his body heavily, such a feeling, as if his soul had been withdrawn, watching quietly, slowly soothing the thin crack in his heart.

It was a long time before Yi Jian left that handsome figure and slowly walked into the arena, in his eyes, he only saw her simple gentleness towards him, maybe this kind of thing is not something he can have.

There is a thing in the world that makes people so fragile in front of this, so that such a thing occupies the heart alive, but there is nothing they can do, and what can they do in the face of love. Wen Chong, he couldn't, he could only suffer from this inexplicable pain, and then quietly soothe the injured place.

Yi Jian was already standing in the arena and shouted at Wen Chong, "What are you doing in a daze." ”

Wen Chong's vision gradually became clear, a trance, but it was like a world away, his eyes were fixed on this opponent, and he had a humility in his heart, an irresistible humility.

Zijin flashed into the arena and said to the two, "Can you two start?"

Wen Chong's eyes were just in a trance, Zijin looked at this former child, who had grown up, and his heart was also a little excited, he restrained his thoughts and asked, "Two of you, can you start?"

Yi Jian said respectfully: "You can start." ”

Wen Chong said weakly: "It's okay"

Zijin said: "The fight starts now." After speaking, the person had already appeared outside the arena, Yi Jian looked at Wen Chong, who was glazed-eyed, and said slightly angrily: "Are you ready? In such a daze, you lie down, and you still don't understand what happened?"

Wen Chong said lightly: "You can attack it." I'll continue."

Yi Jian said coldly: "I'm here." The figure had disappeared, and appeared in front of Wen Chong in an instant, a sword qi leaked out of his hand, Wen Chong did not make any reaction, maybe he didn't have time to avoid it, or maybe he couldn't avoid it at all, he was simply hit by the sword qi and flew away, and fell to the ground with a heavy upside down.