"Thank you, Buddha."

Qingyuan Dao Chang bowed to Fan Wuchen.

He didn't expect that he would be seriously attacked when he deduced the heavenly machine, and what he didn't expect was that this Qilian Buddha could see that he was injured at a glance.

"Daoist don't have to say thank you." Fan Wuchen played with the Buddha beads in his left hand, and spoke softly to Qingyuan Daoist.

He saw that Daoist Qingyuan was being counterattacked.

also reminded: "Dao Chief, it's not a good thing to be unknown, and you can't force it." ”

"What the Buddha said is that he is poor." Daoist Qingyuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and nodded.

Although the true qi imported by the Buddha just now made him feel a lot more comfortable, but in the end, he was counterattacked, and his face was a little pale.

"Poor Dao is unwell, and I will talk to the Buddha another day."

Daoist Qingyuan needs to heal quietly at this time, and he can't care about looking for Yan Wang and his wife.

The left and right people have already seen it, and he is not worried that the two will suddenly disappear.

It was Xiao Fuyi, who caught a glimpse of Qingyuan Daoist leaving, and was stunned for a moment.

What did this Buddha say to Daoist Qingyuan, and he left?

She looked towards Fan Wuchen.

This Buddha's eyebrows and cinnabar are glamorous and vulgar, and it is pleasing to the eye when you look at it.

She couldn't help but look at it twice.

Fan Wuchen also noticed her gaze and bowed slightly at her: "Lord Ning Shi looks at the poor monk like this, but is there something?" ”

"I just saw that the Buddha was born beautifully......"

Before she could finish speaking, she noticed a chill on the back of her neck.

As soon as he turned around, he looked at Shangyan Zhaoxi's calm and waveless eyes.

For some reason, she saw a storm in her eyes.

"Ahem, I actually want to ask the Buddha, what happened to the Taoist just now?"

She only saw that Daoist Qingyuan seemed to be injured, but she didn't know that he had deduced the heavenly opportunity before he was counterattacked.

"The Taoist chief is not feeling well, and he has gone back to rest." Fan Wuchen seemed to see her curiosity about Daoist Qingyuan.

"Oh, thank you Buddha for your doubts."

Xiao Fuyi smiled at Fan Wuchen, and took Yan Zhaoxi's hand under the cover of his clothes.

With her hand, the cold air on Yan Zhaoxi's body faded a lot.

No one noticed the small movements of the two.

Everyone's attention was basically on the competition between Song Yichen and Chu Qianjue.

The two of them, one gentleman and the other atmospheric, fought more like a performance.

Xiao Fuyi's gaze also returned to the two of them.

To be exact, she only looked at Chu Qianjue.

Her pupils reflected every sword move of Chu Qianjue.

Her brain automatically slowed down every move of Chu Qianjue, and then unconsciously simulated his sword moves.

Yan Zhaoxi seemed to notice what she was doing, but this time she was not jealous or disturbed her.

When Chu Qianjue and Song Yichen's competition ended, Xiao Fuyi was still in that mysterious artistic conception.

It was as if she had arrived in another world.

In this world, it was cold and snowy, only Chu Qianjue practiced swords in the snow, and Xiao Fuyi couldn't help but follow him to learn one move and one style.

"You see Song Yichen's appearance of pretending to be calm even if he loses, he really laughs to death."

I don't know how long it took, Meng Zikun twittered Song Yichen beside him.

After talking for a long time, he realized that something was wrong with Xiao Fuyi next to him.

I just wanted to push her and ask her what she was doing.

was grabbed by Yan Zhaoxi.

"Ningxi?" Meng Zikun was stunned for a moment, "That, I have no malicious intent." I'm just looking at Ning Shui, she'......"

Leng Wuxian also looked at it, and he also saw that Xiao Fuyi had entered a state of epiphany.

He ripped Meng Zikun away: "Don't disturb Ning Shui. ”