"Wanyi Venerable Throne Yimu, please advise." Although Yimu's voice was light, the words were clear and sonorous, and he was not lost to any of the previous inner disciples.

Seeing him like this, the fat disciple also arched his hand perfunctorily and reported his name, but because there was too much meat on his face, it was a little difficult to even open his mouth, and even Bai Luan, who was in the front row, didn't hear what he said clearly.

Yimu smiled awkwardly, didn't pierce it, and directly put on a posture and was ready to start.

Bai Luan pursed his lips, he didn't know what the cultivation of this Yimu was, if he was defeated by such a fat-bellied and vulgar person, then Wanyi's face would be lost.

However, Bai Luan had also heard that although Yimu's body was weak, his internal strength was not lower than that of other disciples in the same sect, but because most of his time was spent on cultivating his body, his cultivation fell behind a lot.

The two stared at each other on the stage, and both hesitated for a while, as if they were looking at each other.

In the end, the fat brother couldn't help it, and took the lead in shouting and rushing towards Yimu.

"It's strange," Bai Luan couldn't help but wonder when he looked at the man, and turned his head to ask Yan Gui, "How did this kind of person get into the inner gate?" ”

"Xu was sent by a dignitary under the mountain, and the senior brother in charge did not refuse for the sake of face, so he casually arranged it under a certain lord's seat."

So that's the case, the Phantom Sound Gate actually got acquainted with the magnates under the mountain? This is also a way to open up.

I don't know that this fat brother is the disciple of the unlucky lord, and he is like an ancestor.

Bai Luan looked at Yimu in the stand, and then looked at the lump of fat, whether he had lost the meaning of watching, so he simply lay on the table and fiddled with the snacks on the plate.

"In this way, the Phantom Sound Gate can be regarded as entering the WTO......," Bai Luan muttered to himself, "I thought it was the kind of hidden place that didn't ask about the world." ”

Yan Gui suddenly laughed, as if he had heard a joke, he raised his hand and rubbed Bai Luan's head, leaned over and whispered a few words.

Bai Luan suddenly realized that there was such a place in the Phantom Sound Gate! Wouldn't that be the news of the whole world in the palm of your hand?

Yan Gui looked at her with a surprised expression and shook his head helplessly, a strand of black hair hung down from her ear and landed on her shoulder, exuding an inexplicable sense of charm.

"The Phantom Sound Gate is no longer the unattainable Immortal Gate of Cultivation in the eyes of the world......

Somehow, Bai Luan always felt that when Yan Gui said this, he exuded an indescribable sadness, as if he felt a sense of grief when he lost a loved one.

Maybe it's a delusion...... Bai Luan opened his eyes and no longer paid attention to Yan Gui.

Unexpectedly, there was a loud noise on the stage in the next second, which startled Bai Luan, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Yimu grabbing the arm of the fat brother and throwing him out.

This fat man is at least three or four hundred pounds, how did he throw him out with one hand?

"There is indeed some internal force, and his feet are very stable, but it's a pity that his body can't withstand such drastic movements," Yan Gui frowned slightly, and commented, "His body is really strange, while containing internal force, he can't support himself, just like ......."

"It's like a container," Bai Luan took his words, "I can't use internal force, but I have it." ”

After doing this series of actions, Yimu was already out of breath, raised his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and showed a slightly apologetic smile.

Bai Luan was puzzled and couldn't help but observe carefully.

Yimu is not taller than Yishui, and his body is thin, and if he looks from the back, he looks like a woman except for his shoulders.

The first condition for the Phantom Sound Sect to select disciples is a strong physique, and a disciple who does not meet this point, no matter how talented his internal strength is, it is impossible for him to be placed under the main throne.

Could it be that it is a relational again?

But it's unlikely to think about it, Bai Luan closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, with Wanyi's competitive temperament, he would definitely not accept a disciple with such a body, so he could only accept it himself.

Bai Luan shook his head, still unable to figure out the meaning of it, so he stopped thinking about it, and lay on the table to watch the next competition.

The next few competitions are the competitions of the remaining inner disciples, and Bai Luan's matches are scheduled for tomorrow.

"Who do you think I'm going to run into tomorrow?"

Yan Gui looked at the inner disciples on the opposite seat, and suddenly laughed: "Maybe I will meet Senior Sister Huangming's apprentice."

Bai Luan sighed in his heart, and subconsciously looked at Huang Ming who was sitting on the side of the stage.

Huang Ming is still dressed in red, and the rouge is surprisingly red, although he is a famous and decent family, he exudes a demonic aura, which is really incomprehensible to Bai Luan.

Maybe Bai Luan's gaze was not modified, but the next second Huang Ming looked over, his eyebrows and eyes raised slightly, and smiled in the direction of Bai Luan.

Bai Luan naturally lowered his eyebrows respectfully, pretending to be well-behaved, but the hands under the table were not so honest.

She tugged at Yan Gui's sleeve and asked softly, "Why?" ”

"Probably intuition, right?"

Yan Gui couldn't say why, but when he saw Huang Ming for the first time in the morning, he felt that she was a little strange, as if she was watching a good show.

Bai Luan muttered a few words, puffed out his mouth and turned his head sideways.

It was noon, and after Liyimu stepped down, there had been more than ten competitions, and Bai Luan had also roughly seen the strength of the various disciples of the inner gate.

In short, it's uneven, some are great and some are bad. If everyone on stage did their best, then Bai Luan thought that he could also shoot in the top few.

"Just these crooked melons and cracked dates?" Bai Luan snorted, looking disdainful, "It seems that your Phantom Sound Gate is really hopeless." ”

Yan Gui laughed embarrassedly twice, as early as three years ago, Bai Luan had already made it clear to him that he would not stay in the Phantom Sound Gate for a long time, and he would leave when he had learned enough in the future, and asked himself not to stop her.

It's just that Yan Gui didn't refuse or agree at that time, just quietly listened to her talking to herself alone.

However, until now, Bai Luan is still saying 'you Phantom Sound Gate', and it seems that he still wants to leave here......

Yan Gui sighed lightly, but this is also how it should be, after all, even the apprenticeship is not her own will, and she was forcibly brought up the mountain.

"What are you sighing again?"

For some reason, Bai Luan hated Yan Gui's sigh very much, always hiding his thoughts, with sorrow, which made people uncomfortable.

"It's okay, I just remembered something...... Yan Gui paused, and suddenly the topic changed, and something else was mentioned.

"You asked me to check the news of the lettering woman before, and now I have some eyebrows."

Bai Luan looked at his dark eyes for a long time, but finally couldn't see the meaning, so he had to take his words.

"What did you find?" Bai Luan said, but his face was silently turned to the side, and a chill crept up between his eyebrows, without the slightest hint of gentleness just now.