The third day of the tournament was still calm and occasionally made waves. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the loft, in the familiar room, the same people.

It's just that this time it's Miaoyun lying on the bed.

After settling it, Miao Yun grabbed Xing Huan's cold palm.

After a pause, Xinghuan sighed: "I won't go." ”

Miao Yun put her mind at ease and slowly let go.

The door suddenly opened, and Miao Yan walked in with a decoction and wine.

Stretching out his hand, Xinghuan sucked a pot of monkey wine from the jade plate in the air, and said to Miaoyan: "Take care of her, I'll go to the roof to see someone." ”

As the words fell, his figure jumped out of the window, folded in the air, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Inside the house, Miao Yan subconsciously looked up, his expression full of puzzlement and doubt.

On the bed, Miao Yunyu slowly sat up with her arms propped up.

Coming back to her senses, Miao Yun hurriedly put down the decoction in her hand, and gently supported her in the past.

After a while, Miao Yun leaned into Miao Yan's arms and said in a weak tone: "Have you dealt with everything?" ”

Miao Yan said softly while feeding the decoction: "It's dealt with, everything is going well." ”

Miao Yun secretly breathed a sigh of relief......

On the roof, an old beggar was sitting leisurely drinking wine and watching the jousting in the ring below.

The wine gourd in the old beggar's hand looked a little old, very old.

The thin palm feels very strong and stable.

Although the clothes covered in patches were tattered, they were clean and tidy.

Beggars don't have to be all dirty.

Just like the old beggar in front of him, although he looks like a beggar, he doesn't look like a beggar.

If he had changed into a cloth coat, the old beggar would have looked more like a simple farmer who farmed.

The old beggar didn't seem surprised at all by Xinghuan's appearance, as if he didn't realize it, and continued to drink leisurely and watch the competition in the ring.

A gust of autumn wind blew, coupled with the cold poison in his body, which suddenly made Xinghuan cough violently.

He wanted to cough his heart out, but unfortunately he couldn't.

The hardest thing in life is that you want to cough hard, but you find that it is always a little bit worse.

No matter how hard you try, that point is still there, and it will never leave you......

After slowing down, Xinghuan took a sip of wine, sat down on the spot after breathing a sigh of relief, smiled, and said, "Seniors are so interested." ”

The old beggar sighed with emotion: "Old man, it is a little bit to be able to enjoy a little." ”

Xing Huan glanced at the ring below and said, "The juniors feel that the seniors are not old at all. ”

The old beggar laughed heartily and said, "After all, I can't compare to you young people." ”

Xing Huan smiled slightly, and then pointed out: "The junior remembers that the senior should be watching the battle on the roof opposite, but for some reason he suddenly came here. ”

The old beggar smiled and said meaningfully: "The scenery here is better than the opposite side, and you can see it more clearly, but you, why don't you accompany that girl in the house, what are you doing on this roof?" ”

Xinghuan stretched his waist, yawned and lay down, resting his head on his hands, and said lazily: "The weather is so good, it's a pity not to come out to breathe." ”

The old beggar looked at the dark clouds in the sky and shook his head slightly with amusement.

In this way, the old and the young chatted casually, and occasionally commented on the people competing in the ring, which was also very comfortable.

After a long time, the old beggar shook the empty wine gourd in his hand, and said: "When people are old, they always feel that time flies quickly, and you see that it is the third day in the blink of an eye." ”

On the third day of the tournament, there will be four days to go......

Xinghuan half-squinted his eyes and said weakly: "Thank you seniors for reminding you." ”

The dull dark clouds obscured the sunlight, and the sky and the earth suddenly became dark, making people feel a little depressed and melancholy.

The old beggar looked up at the dark clouds and sighed, "The storm is coming. ”

Before the storm comes, the heavens and the earth will always be calm......

Xinghuan yawned tiredly, glanced at the dark clouds above his head, and when he retracted his gaze, he found that the old beggar had long since disappeared.

He wasn't surprised by this.

The blue bricks and gold tiles under his body, and the dark clouds overhead.

He suddenly felt more and more tired, and his eyelids kept fighting, getting heavier and heavier.

Finally, he gave up his resistance and fell into a deep sleep before he knew it.

He was so tired.

He was already over-depleted in his spirit, and then he was seriously injured, and he had been tormented by cold poison, so he was able to hold on to it so far.

All that the Blood Pill recovered was his body.

His spirit was as exhausted as ever.

The clouds are still gathering and dispersing, and the wind and rain are still not coming, so he still has time.

If you don't hurry up and sleep now, I'm afraid there will be no time for the next few days.

Because no one will give him too much time......

When the sky was overcast, the third day of the conference was over.

Three days made Miaoyun and Juexue a foil, but this time the competition became the main one.

Perhaps, this is limited to the heirs of the Peerless.

For those who have no absolute knowledge, Miao Yun and Yitian Sword, the magic skills in the Dragon Slayer Sword are still full of endless temptation.

Moreover, after seeing the heirs of many peerless divine skills, they were even more eager for the divine skills in the hands of Miao Yun.

This is an opportunity to reach the sky in one step, an opportunity to reach the pinnacle of life......

Unfortunately, they don't know that behind the opportunity, there is often a conspiracy......

The dark clouds are no longer dissipating, and the autumn rains have not yet arrived.

However, the autumn wind has already arrived one step ahead, and it is cool to people's hearts.

On the roof, Xinghuan is still sleeping soundly, very dead.

Unfortunately, he still didn't get the good sleep he wanted.

He was awakened.

Awakened by a crisis that could threaten his life.

When he opened his sleepy eyes, he was in free fall in the air.

The flask in his hand was still gripping tightly, never letting go, even when he was asleep.

The sky was still overcast, and the dark clouds were overwhelming.

Xinghuan was not in a hurry at all, not worried at all, but lazily stretched his waist in the air and took a sip of wine.

The ground is getting closer and closer, and if you let your body fall like this, the consequences will undoubtedly be miserable.

Yawning, his figure froze, his footsteps were a little volleyed, and the landing momentum of the whole person suddenly stopped.

Then, as if strolling in the courtyard, he stepped into the air.

Under the dark clouds, his whole body seemed to be wrapped in an illusory and ethereal dragon in the clouds.

Mysterious, chic......

After the cloud dragon was folded, Xinghuan returned to the top of the pavilion again unharmed.

At the top of the building, the chasing man rubbed the stubly beard on his chin, and seemed to be holding something in his hand, carefully studying.

Because of the obscuration of dark clouds, there is no bright moon tonight.

So Xinghuan didn't see clearly what he was studying.

However, he was not interested in it at all.

Sitting next to Chaser, he thought for a moment and asked, "Did you see how I fell?" ”

The chasing head did not raise his head: "It's a long story." ”

Xinghuan said: "Long story short. ”

The chase paused and said, "It's too dark, I didn't see it, I accidentally kicked you down." ”