The wind and clouds suddenly changed, and inky clouds covered the originally blue sky, and the sky was hidden under the blue clouds.

The gusts of cold wind blew, there was no appearance of the scorching sun in midsummer, the wind and rain were coming, the green leaves were scattered, and the whistling wind was like a whirring cry, covered in the fluttering green leaves.

"I think there is a storm today, but there is no warning recently." Elder Penglai Jingliao said to the other elder beside him.

Shen Xi smiled, and a strand of beard on the side of his mouth swayed up and down with the arc: "The gods are connected to all things, and there are only those two who can mobilize the wind and rain." ”

"The wind is so strong, but there is no rain, I think there is only one, it must be the goddess on the other side of Ruoshui Lake."

"yes, I don't know who it's for, the wind is unintentional." Looking at the Ruoshui River, the figure of the Wushan Divine Monarch under the old dead pine tree got up and left, and the goddess in the house not far from him

He opened the window and looked at the old dead wood, but there was no one in sight.

"It's all children's business, I can't worry about it." Jing Liao said something that wanted to reassure people, but the two eyebrows were already twisted together.

The sun has already climbed up, and it is time to compete, and it is always easier to take the test than to end it.

Si Ming took Hengyu to the test site, and happened to meet Yuemo and hookah together.

"Sister Shisha."

When the hookah heard Hengyu's call, he immediately got out of Yuemo's side, walked to Hengyu and called Hengyu sisters affectionately.

It's just that there isn't much kindness between those words, presumably as soon as I saw Hengyu, I remembered what happened last night.

"Hengyu, come here, senior sister has something to talk to you about at length." Hengyu's hand was led by the hookah, and the people were taken away by the hookah.

Heng Yu listened to the tone of the hookah, and there was something sweet and greasy about what was going on, which was not at all like the usual style of the hookah, which was weird and creepy.

"Si Ming......" Heng Yu looked back at Si Ming, sighing a little begging.

Si Ming smiled at the corner of her mouth, she was naturally happy to see the little girl and her senior sister getting along in harmony, after all, the little girl's family treated her badly, if more people were willing to treat her well, presumably the little girl would not be so if she left.

He never forgot the look in Hengyu's eyes that morning, her desolate look begging for someone to accompany him, and his loneliness came from nowhere.

But he was glad that he had become that person, the one who could accompany her for the rest of her life.

"Hengyu, where did you go last night." The hookah pinched Hengyu's face, and the fleshy white and tender face was slightly reddened, which was particularly cute on the white face.

Hengyu was a little confused, after all, she didn't know anything about those things.

"Senior Sister Shisha, I saw that the night was so beautiful last night, so I went out for a walk, and I wasn't in the house."

Hengyu didn't know what the hookah was going to interrogate, so she could only answer truthfully.

"Was the hot water last night not hot enough?"

Shisha didn't know how to say it when she was asked like this, the hot water last night was really hot, and when she came out of the bath, her whole body was red, not to mention her face and ears.

Presumably, Yuemo also thinks that this water is hot, after all, when Yuemo left, she clearly saw that Yuemo's ears were as red as her, and she must have been scalded by water.

"Yes, that's right, the water is scalding, do you want to burn your senior sister to death?" When Shisha thinks of last night's scene, he doesn't know what to say.

"But I've tried the water just right." Hengyu felt that the water was too hot and it was really bad for the skin, not to mention a fair-skinned and beautiful woman like Senior Sister, she must have done something wrong.

"I sprinkled rose petals on my sister, and for the sake of the rose petals, let me go this time." Heng Yu thought that the rose petals were moist enough to spread the fragrance in the hot water, and they must be moisturizing and fragrant after bathing.

Shisha thought of the rose petals, too, fortunately there were red petals, otherwise she would have been calm in the water.

The hookah let go of Hengyu's little face, smiled, and said to Hengyu with a kind look: "Yes, senior sister likes rose petals, the water is not hot, senior sister was just joking with the little junior sister, hehehe......."

Joke? Loved it? Hengyu doesn't believe it? Just like the two of them came together just now, it must have been a good time for her to leave last night, Heng Yu secretly laughed at herself that she was prescient.

The hookah released Hengyu and returned to Si Ming's place, and then the disciples sat in the audience.

The order of the competition is naturally determined by drawing lots, drawing a disciple from the Kunlun disciples, then drawing a disciple from Penglai, and drawing a disciple from Yingzhou, and the three of them compete in order, and the final winner can enter the final round.

Elder Jingliao drew the order on the stage and took out the white note from the jar of carved landscape ink paintings.

"One round at a time, Yingzhou Fanyu, Penglai Nie Chongyun, Kunlun Murong Dumping."

There was a lot of uproar in the audience, but I didn't expect Nie Chongyun to be the first to play, and this opening had a highlight that made everyone present nervous.

Even Fanyu, a female disciple of Yingzhou, couldn't sit still, looking at the Qianyang Priestess on the side, wanting to ask for her comfort.

It's just that Qianyang is a little absent-minded, she has been staring at one place, with a bit of nonchalantness, completely unaware of the things around her.

But Murong Qianwen is different, she has been sitting calmly, just like competing with Nie Chongyun is not a big deal.

She didn't take it to heart, since she got her own heart last night, she remembered everything, she would not let herself succumb to the demon puppet again, she wanted revenge, for her mother, she wanted Linxiao and Hengyu to pay the due price.

Murong Qian stroked her chest, and she could clearly feel the beating of her two hearts.

These two hearts kept beating somewhere in her body, reminding her that she was alive and for what.

With her fists clenched, she stared at the test table and at the Kunpeng meeting, she Murong Qianyu was going to fight to the death with Qiao Yue Hengyu here.

Although he was a little timid, Fanyu still got on the test table.

The result of the matchup with a huge disparity in strength is obvious.

Although the disciples of Yingzhou are all female disciples, Yingzhou has rules, female disciples cannot be on the road, they must cover their faces, and if their faces are revealed, they will only be expelled. The source of the rules is naturally the palace master of Penglai Wonderland.

Although Panyu's nine-foot Xuandao was extremely sharp, the girl was too shrunk, and the light of the nine-foot Xuandao was a little gray, and the momentum on the field was completely inferior to Nie Chongyun's majesty.

Nie Chongyun held a cloud sword in his hand, full of sword energy, and the blade of the sword was really sharp, and he could see the good kung fu of this Penglai disciple.

Holding a sharp sword in one hand, Qingyun stepped forward straight, and Nie Chongyun went straight towards Fanyu, with a deadly posture.

It's not that he doesn't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, it's just that the person in front of him is wearing a black veil, and the girl's original slender figure can't be seen under the slightly loose black and red dress. He doesn't like this mouthful, and he doesn't have an appetite when he can't see his face.

The cloud sword was against Fanyu's nine-foot sword, and the strength could be seen from the girl's curved hand. In only a quarter of an hour, Fanyu was already overwhelmed. Also, the last leader also had to have some strength.

"Penglai Nie Chongyun wins." As Panyu was thrown out of the field, Elder Shen Xi announced that he would finally take over.

It was not an unexpected ending, after all, except for Penglai's female disciples, everyone was blocking and pressing on Nie Chongyun.

Although this person has a bad character, he still has some strength. After all, if you don't have a little strength, your character can become your biggest shortcoming. The premise of cover-up is to have the advantages of one party.

"Sure enough, it's your good disciple, and the opening is still a good sign for our Penglai." Jing Liao tasted the fragrant Biluochun, the tea flavor made him refreshed, and he was very happy that Penglai could have such a talented disciple for so many years.

Shen Xi is naturally happy, and his disciples have colorful heads, and he naturally has a light on his face.

"Chongyun is a good boy, and this year's Kunpeng will definitely win the first list for my Penglai." The smile drove the white beard to move.

Murong Qianwen left the seat and went to the test platform, the saber on her waist was unsheathed, with the girl's three points of coldness and four points of coldness.

Heng Yu silently sighed that Murong Qian's change not only improved his martial arts, but also his personality and aura around him were a little different. These seem to have changed overnight, and they changed so suddenly, they were not at all like the stupidity of Qiao Yuefu before.

Si Ming stared at the center of Murong Qian's eyebrows, but Murong Tian's eyebrows were covered by the broken hair on her forehead, and she couldn't see anything unusual.

The sword engraved with golden Sanskrit was sharpened, it was originally an ordinary Kunlun disciple sword, but in the hands of Murong Qianwen, it no longer looked ordinary. Suddenly, Nie Chongyun's momentum lost a few points.

Everyone was a little stunned, and some people began to hesitate whether this scene should be blocked and pressed on Murong Qian's wife.

"You are stupid, I heard that this Murong Qianwen only entered Kunlun this year, and Nie Chongyun is a big disciple of Penglai, which is more important, you should understand."

There were already people in the audience arguing about this.

Even Heng Yu felt a little that Murong Qianwen would win.

"Si Ming, do you think Nie Chongyun will win in a row?" Heng Yu couldn't figure it out for herself, and wanted to see if Si Ming had Si Ming's thoughts.

"Difficult."

It was indeed difficult, although Murong Qianwen used the broken hair between his forehead to cover the sign of the black demon heart, but as a god monarch, this kind of demonic energy that he tried his best to hide was still easy to detect.

When the sword is unsheathed, it is the beginning of the competition.

Both of them are Edgeworth, and no one with the same weapon will have the upper hand first, and the stalemate lasted for a long time, which made this competition more interesting.

The long sword went straight in, and the two of them fought evenly between the top and bottom, and the sound of swords rubbing against each other could not compare to the cheers of everyone in the audience at this moment.

"Chongyun has met an opponent." Jing Liao watched the two of them be evenly matched, although Nie Chongyun tried his best to suppress the other party, Jing Liao could still see that this sword-wielding girl still hid some strength.

Murong tilted her body and flashed from Nie Chongyun's side, obviously avoiding the sharp sword peak directly, but the girl still turned her body to the side of the sword blade, and blood was about to come out, dyeing a touch of red on her white clothes.

Nie Chongyun pounced, but when he turned around, he received a kick and flew directly out of the test platform, and the force of that kick was so great that it directly kicked him out of more than ten miles, and the Penglai disciples on the side of the stage forgot to fish for a while.

What they didn't expect was that their senior brother would lose in the first attempt, losing to a female disciple who had been in the Immortal Sect for less than a year.

The noise in front of the stage was extremely quiet at the moment, so quiet that everyone's breathing became the same, knowing that the results were announced on the stage.

"Kunlun Murong is victorious. Murong Qianwen advanced. ”

Nie Chongyun opened his eyes and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but there was still blood foaming out of his mouth.

He never thought he would lose, to a woman.

With the support of his disciples, Nie Chongyun stood up and clearly recorded Murong Qian's appearance.