"Burning Qin Valley has been very low-key in recent years, and I don't know if they will have a good 'performance' this time, I'm really worried." Mo Yan sighed softly, crossed his hands on his waist, looked ahead, frowned, and said: "The last generation of saints is missing, where is the Abyss Pavilion going?" ”

Hearing this, the black shadow sighed like this, and said in a deep voice: "The right protector is really loyal and brave, and it is really rare to work for my door day and night. ”

"You really didn't mean cool words?" Mo Yan's eyes revealed a hint of suspicion, and then said, "After being an undercover agent in the Yunji Sect for so many years, when will you be able to return to the Abyss Pavilion?" ”

"Naturally, when that thing arrives, isn't the right protector confused? Do you still need to ask? The black shadow said lightly, in the dark night, he was wrapped in a black dress, and he really couldn't see what he looked like.

"Okay, okay, I'm a little confused. Sneaking into this Chenji Sect, I am also afraid of being discovered by those bull-nosed veterans, and if they join forces, I naturally can't fight. So I'm going to withdraw for now, and we'll see you another day with further news. After Mo Yan finished speaking, he immediately flew away, not caring about the black shadow's response.

And the black shadow slowly raised its head and looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, and stood for a long time before quietly leaving.

The night grew deeper and deeper, until the cold moon set into the western mountains, and the cloudiness of the night sky was gradually obscured by the clouds. Time passed, dawn was approaching, the belly of the fish on the horizon was white, the morning breeze carried endless cold, mixed with a little snow, and the next day came so quickly.

"Girl, it's time to get up, don't you want to participate in the Sword Conference? Meow—" In the room where Yuan Yang was resting, Ah Hei's voice came.

Hearing Ah Hei's repeated screams, Yuan Yang suddenly woke up in his sleep, sat up in shock, looked a little panicked, looked around, and said slowly: "What time is it now?" But is it too late? ”

"Not yet, you can take care of it quickly." Hei spoke slowly, and then continued to sleep on the wooden table.

Yuan Yang landed on his feet, walked to the table and took a sip of tea, looked at Ah Hei and said curiously: "What? Ahi, won't you go with me? Have you forgotten that we are going to unite against the one who is all about to stop? ”

"Meow-" Ah Hei stretched his neck and screamed, yawned, and said vaguely: "It's really annoying, I want to sleep!" ”

Ignoring Ah Hei's resistance, Yuan Yang directly held Ah Hei in his arms and walked out of the house quickly.

"Meow-" Ah Hei let out another long scream, but he didn't say much, anyway, he could sleep for a while when he was held in his arms.

Yuan Yang hurried to the Chenji Sect Square, and when he arrived there, he found that the figures overlapped, and the square had already gathered indescribable disciples. Yuan Yang looked around, looking for a few of his senior brothers in the sea of people, and after looking for a long time, he didn't see one of them.

"The Sword Conference is about to begin, please take the sticks in your hands and find the corresponding test table for the competition." A magnificent voice sounded, Yuan Yang was startled, and after thinking about it carefully, he realized that Fang Cai's voice was from the mouth of Yi Shuilan, the head of the Chenji Sect.

"Lottery? When has the draw passed? Yuan Yang was shocked again, and secretly screamed badly, "Suffer, did I miss the time of the lottery?" ”

Ah Hei in his arms snorted lazily, "Don't hurry, don't hurry, it's useless to be in a hurry." ”

How can Yuan Yang not be in a hurry, if he doesn't sign it, how can he participate in the sword conference?

Looking around, Yuan Yang found that all the disciples were holding a small bamboo slip in their hands, and looking like that, it was the lottery they had drawn.

Just when Yuan Yang was anxious, he heard a familiar voice behind him, "Little junior sister is there!" ”

"Senior Brother Qin?" Yuan Yang was secretly happy in her heart, and hurriedly turned around, and the figures of Qin Day, Ji Yeli, Fang Buyi, and Ni Chuanqiong suddenly came into her eyes, and they were walking towards her quickly.

"Little junior sister, you weren't there when you drew lots, we drew it for you." Qin Tian smiled, and between the words, he handed a bamboo slip to Yuanyang.

Yuan Yang thanked him a thousand times, stretched out his hand to take it, and looked at it, only to see that the bamboo slip read: "Xuanwu, sixteen." ”

"This is ......" Yuan Yang frowned, very puzzled.

Ji Yeli stopped his gaze on the bamboo slip in Yuan Yang's hand, and said slowly: "This sword conference is actually the same as our Yunji faction selection trial back then, and the test table is different. It's just that at present, the competition platform of Chenji Sect is divided into four, that is, the 'Green Dragon, Xuanwu, Vermilion Bird, and White Tiger'. Little junior sister, the sign in your hand means that you are the sixteenth disciple of the Xuanwu competition platform. ”

"So, senior brother, I understand." Yuan Yang held the bamboo stick in her hand, she held Ah Hei with one hand, and for a while she also felt that Ah Hei's body was a little heavy, and her hands were a little sore.

"Meow - I'm going to fall." Ah Hei exclaimed, and when everyone looked, they found that Ah Hei was hanging one of Yuanyang's arms, and he was about to slide down.

Yuan Yang was shocked, and hurriedly held it in his arms with his backhand, and scolded slightly: "Who made you know how to sleep all day long?" Don't you even know that your body has become so fat? ”

"Little junior sister, the competition is about to start now, do you want to go to the Xuanwu competition platform?" Qin Tian raised his eyebrows, looking at his appearance, he didn't seem to care about the Sword Conference. Yuan Yang looked at him, it was really hard to imagine how this Qin Day, who was full of spring breeze, had stage fright back then?

With his head bowed, Shi Cai's frowning brows also relaxed, his expression became softened, and he said, "So how many senior brothers have the same test bench as me?" ”

"Yes." Ni Chuanqiong, who had not spoken, said coldly, "It's me on the same platform as you, Yuanyang, Yuanyang, it is possible to compete to the end, and we can have a good fight." ”

"Xiao Qiong, you know all day long that you are thinking about sword competition with your little junior sister." Fang Buzhi shook his head and scolded softly.

Ni Chuanqiong held his nine-curved sword with green light, snorted coldly, walked to Yuan Yang's side, and still said lightly: "What are you waiting for?" Among the few senior brothers, I am in the same place as you, why don't you leave quickly? ”

Yuan Yang nodded, said goodbye to Ji Ye and them, and hurried to the Xuanwu competition platform of Chenji Sect with Ni Chuanqiong.

"Girl, your senior brother is so cold to you." Ahei in his arms suddenly spoke.

At this point, Ni Chuanqiong's eyes suddenly looked at Ah Hei, and said a little threateningly: "Big black cat, why do you say that I am indifferent?" ”

"Compared to other senior brothers, you are indeed very cold, and you are also very fierce to stinky girls." Hei said nonchalantly, then yawned again.

After hearing this, Yuan Yang hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover Ah Hei's round head, "Ah Hei, don't talk nonsense, Senior Brother Chuan is very good to me." ”

"Meow-" Hei just screamed, not more.

Yuan Yang and Ni Chuanqiong walked to the so-called Xuanwu competition platform, only to see that the Xuanwu competition platform was actually made of cold ice, and there was endless light flashing in the daytime. The disciples of the Yunji Sect and the Phantom Star Pavilion stared intently at the Xuanwu Competition Platform, all of them in amazement. Some disciples even lowered their heads and discussed, this Xuanwu competition platform is made of cold ice, so will people crack if they step on it?

The answer is naturally no, the disciples of the Chenji Sect are all extremely proud of the landscape under their disciples.

"I heard that there are a total of forty disciples on the Xuanwu Tournament Platform, while Qinglong and Suzaku each have fifty disciples, but the White Tiger Tournament Platform has the same number of disciples as the Xuanwu Tournament Table. I don't know when this competition will be compared. ”

"Naturally, it's a one-on-one competition, with layers of screening. I heard that the Xuanwu and White Tiger competition platforms each took the top two disciples, while the Qinglong and Vermilion Bird competition platforms each took three disciples, a total of ten disciples, as the outstanding disciples of this sword conference. ”

"And then?"

"Then, these ten disciples will compete with each other to finally determine the respective rankings of these ten disciples."

Yuan Yang and Ni Chuanqiong stood in the crowd, and they vaguely heard a few disciples discussing.

"To screen out ten winning disciples from one hundred and eighty disciples, this competition is really great." Yuan Yang said softly, his brows almost twisted into the word "Sichuan".

Ni Chuanqiong, who was beside him, was silent, he lowered his eyebrows slightly, and seemed to be thinking about the same thing as Yuan Yang.

"Bang Bang!" The sound of the gong suddenly broke the whispered discussion under the Xuanwu competition stage, and the disciples immediately became silent.

There was an examiner standing on the stage, he stroked his beard, and said slowly: "The competition is about to start, each of them should remember their numbers, and now invite the first and second disciples to play." ”