When asked by Ye Chen about the reason for this change, Kong Ling looked shy, and only said that she was busy refining weapons during the day and practicing the "Plain Clothes Heart Method" at night, and she lost weight unconsciously. And she didn't notice this at all at first, until one day a disciple from the inner gate secretly confessed to her, and she realized the change in herself.

Listening to Kong Ling's description, Ye Chen couldn't help but laugh and said: "Hahahaha, this is a good thing, it's okay, the teacher will not interfere in your personal affairs, as long as you continue to cultivate and regain your self-confidence, the teacher will be satisfied." ”

At this time, Ji Fang also said rarely: "Teacher, don't you know, since Kong Ling lost weight, there are many disciples who have come to her to confess, and she is almost as popular as Meng Yao." ”

Kong Ling first smacked Ji Fang, and then lowered her head, her face was full of red glow, and said, "Teacher, I just want to cultivate hard now, and I won't think about this problem." ”

Ye Chen smiled lightly, and when he saw that Kong Ling was embarrassed, he didn't talk about this topic anymore. Seeing that the disciples were developing in a good direction one by one, the guilt in Ye Chen's heart was eliminated a lot, and he was full of joy instead, silently telling himself that he must pay more attention to the growth of these disciples in the future.

............

Time passed little by little, and the warriors in the ring in the central square kept coming and going, and almost no one could sit firmly in the position of the defender, and few people completed the requirement of winning three games. Just because there is no registration restriction in the qualifiers, even if a full half of them are eliminated in the lottery melee, there are so many martial artists left, and the scene is inevitably chaotic. And a warrior with a little strength naturally would not choose to wade into troubled waters at this time and consume his physical strength in vain.

Ye Chen's heart said that the strong man invited by the Qingtian Sect would definitely not pick this time to make a move, and instead said to the disciples behind him: "According to the requirements of the ring competition, everyone must win three games a day to advance to the next day's schedule, it is better to start late than early, you guys should prepare now." ”

After speaking, Ye Chen didn't forget to remind: "Of course, as long as you win enough three games, you can come down, don't expose too much, spend too much effort, you know? Also, Zhuyin, don't go on now, wait until I call you." ”

Several people nodded, and after exchanging glances with each other, Zhou Mengyao stood up first and said, "Teacher, then I'll go first." ”

Ye Chen nodded and said, "Okay, Mengyao, there must be no problem for you to go, but remember one sentence, the lion fights the rabbit, and you also use all your strength." ”

Ye Chen knew that with Zhou Mengyao's character, his own mention was purely superfluous, but after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't help but say it.

"Yes, teacher, I will definitely remember this sentence and will never be negligent. Zhou Mengyao nodded, and then walked towards the ring without looking back, looking from the back, she looked like a heroine.

At this time, in the ring, the duel between the two warriors was almost over, and a white-robed young man holding a long sword was forced to stumble by another young warrior wearing a black power suit with just a pair of fists, and he was about to be defeated.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this white-robed young man's swordsmanship is only at the entry level, and he may be able to be majestic for a while in some small places, but in this qualifier that gathers the young masters of the entire eastern state, it is not worth it at all.

"Senior brother! Well done! This ring battle should have ended a long time ago!"

As expected, the white-robed young man only held up two more moves, and was slapped by the opponent on the wrist holding the sword, and the sword in his hand was thrown out directly, completely losing the ability to fight back. At this time, it was obviously the same young man in the power suit who shouted loudly in the audience, and it seemed that he was wasting more time for his senior brother than it was worthwhile.

The young man in the power suit clasped the white-robed young man's right hand, firmly controlled it in his hand, and said with a smile on his face to the audience: "Isn't this boring to tease him, so that these young people can have long eyes and understand that not everyone can get into this ring." ”

Although the young man in the power suit smiled on his lips, his eyes flashed with a fierce gaze from time to time, especially when he felt that the white-robed young man was still struggling, he said fiercely: "What do you move! I dare to come to the stage with this ability, if I move again, I will not just abolish you!"

When the white-robed young man was more honest, the young man in the strong suit turned his head and shouted: "Brothers, you say, do I abolish this kid's hands, or abolish his feet, ......or both."

"Waste hands!!" "Waste feet!!" "Senior brother, don't be merciful, it's all wasted......"

In this situation, anyone understands that the young man in the power suit undoubtedly intends to use the soft persimmon in his hand to prepare for his future battle. However, life and death are impermanence in the ring, even if this young man really wants to kill at this moment, no one can say anything.

"Hehe, why don't you make your own choice, since you lose, you have to leave some lessons. But...... Don't think about it too long, or my brothers and sisters won't be able to wait. ”

The young man stretched out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth, revealing an excited and enjoyable look, although he said that he wanted to give the other party a chance to choose, he had already secretly raised his hand, clearly wanting to make a move in advance behind his back.

The young man in the power suit pointed into his palm, facing the back of the young man's head in the air, and when he saw that he was about to take a picture, his eyes suddenly widened, and he quickly retreated a distance, not even caring about the white-robed young man who was controlled by himself.

"Who is it!" the young man roared as he retreated in the air, like an angry lion, and his eyes turned red after he landed: "Who is so unruly and dares to interfere in the process of the ring match, could it be that he doesn't take the rules set by the Qingtian Sect in his eyes!"

It was none other than Zhou Mengyao who forced the young man to retreat. Seeing that the other party was forced to retreat by his own sword qi and moved out of the Qingtian Sect as a backer because he was not sure of his own strength, Zhou Mengyao was even more disdainful in his heart, so he stepped into the ring step by step in front of everyone, and said: "Everyone saw the result just now, since this young man has no strength to fight back, then why can't I come to the stage as the next challenger?"

Zhou Mengyao's words immediately caused a burst of exclamations around her, because Zhou Mengyao was drawn in the first war zone during the lottery scuffle, so many people didn't have any impression of her, and at this moment, they couldn't help but talk about the origin of this such confident woman.

At this time, the white-robed young man had already relieved himself, and when he looked up and wanted to say something, he only heard Zhou Mengyao say coldly: "Losing is losing, you are not this person's opponent now, don't hurry down." ”

The young man clenched his fists tightly, struggled for a moment before bowing his head and said, "You're right, I lost today, but next time, I will never lose!"

After speaking, the young man silently picked up the sword that took off into the distance, and then walked out of the ring without looking back, looking at the back of the young man, Zhou Mengyao's eyes faintly flashed a trace of approval.

The young man in the power suit was still angry because of the sudden attack, but when he saw that it was a young girl with good looks and figure who came on stage, most of the anger in his stomach was instantly pressed back, and he was thinking about how to speak, but he found that the other party had not looked at him at all after he took the stage, and he couldn't help frowning: "So, are you going to challenge me?"

"Yes. Zhou Mengyao stood proudly, put the Qiushui Sword behind his back, and only spit out one word in his mouth to answer.

"You think clearly, I'm one of the most outstanding disciples of Black Wind Mountain in recent years, I've already defeated three people in a row in this ring, you young girl, don't be bored. ”

The young man in the strong suit pretended to be a gentleman, as if he was thinking about the other party to persuade Zhou Mengyao to retreat despite the difficulties, but Zhou Mengyao did not have any change in expression when he heard this, and directly pointed his sword at the other party, and said: "If you want to fight, you will fight, and you will not be verbose." ”

(End of chapter)