With the extreme speed of the Shattered Star Flying Sword, Fan Chuan and Wan Ling hugged each other tightly, neither of them spoke, but their eyes looked ahead a little disjointed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

At this moment, not far in front of the flight of the Shattered Star Flying Sword, there was a bustling noise, Fan Chuan looked for the sound, and saw that on the ground not far ahead, there were many Night Moon Sect cultivators standing, dense and very noisy. After seeing it clearly, Fan Chuan knew that this was another Yeyuemen Ring Competition. Looking back at the last competition, it seems like it just happened yesterday, but 30 years have passed.

"The thirty-year-old ring competition in Yeyuemen has started again, should we go and have a look?" Wan Ling also noticed the situation below, so he turned his head and looked at Fan Chuan with a pair of watery eyes and said.

"Do you want to see it?"

"Yes!"

"Alright, let's go down. Saying that, Fan Chuan began to suppress the speed of the Shattered Star Flying Sword, found an open space not far from the arena competition venue, and prepared to land the Shattered Star Flying Sword here.

With the fall of the Shattered Star Flying Sword, a hint of joy appeared on Wan Ling's face, and he looked at the many Night Moon Sect cultivators in the arena competition venue, and said excitedly: "This year's competition must be fun!"

"Then let's go check it out. Fan Chuan put away the Shattered Star Flying Sword, stretched out his hand and naturally took Wan Ling's little hand, which caused a burst of crimson on Wan Ling's face.

Fan Chuan took Wan Ling's little hand and walked quickly to the periphery of the competition venue, and was about to enter the competition venue when suddenly two disciples of the Night Moon Sect who cultivated to the general realm ran in front of him.

"Who can you enter the ...... by registering your name?"

The two Xiuzhen disciples wanted to open their mouths and drink loudly, but after seeing Fan Chuan's face clearly, their legs trembled a little, and they knelt on the ground and stammered when they spoke.

"Van ...... Sect Master Fanchuan, no...... I don't know how big the sect master is, I ...... I'm ......" During the conversation, this Xiuzhen disciple actually slapped his face, and while slapping, his mouth was still stumbling on something from time to time.

Seeing this, Fan Chuan immediately stretched out his hand to help the two cultivators, with a smile on his face, and said in a gentle tone: "Two brothers, hurry up, don't blame yourself, this is your duty, I won't blame you." ”

After hearing Fan Chuan's words, the two cultivators were stunned for a moment, looked at each other, and then became excited again, and said happily: "How many ...... Thank you Sect Master Fan Chuan for forgiving your sins, thank you Sect Master!" As he spoke, the two cultivators wanted to kneel down again, but were stopped by Fan Chuan.

"That'...... Then I'll announce it, the sect master is coming!" A cultivator said with excitement, and after speaking, he wanted to turn around and run into the competition venue.

"Wait, no, let's just take a look, so it's inconvenient to disturb the brothers and sisters. Fan Chuan immediately spoke out to stop him.

"Oh...... Do as the suzerain commands. The two cultivators were a little surprised by Fan Chuan's command, but they still immediately bowed down and replied, and after speaking, both of them retreated and stood aside.

"Let's go in?" Seeing that the entrance to the competition venue was no longer guarded, Fan Chuan turned his head to look at Wan Ling beside him and asked softly.

"En!" As he spoke, Wan Ling ran first, grabbed Fan Chuan's hand, and ran towards the competition venue.

When the figures of Fan Chuan and Wan Ling disappeared into the competition venue, the two cultivators who had just guarded the entrance of the competition venue looked at each other and discussed something.

"Hey, you said, wasn't it Senior Sister Wanling who was standing by the side of the Sect Master of Fanchuan just now?"

"yes, what's wrong?"

"Sect Master, Senior Sister Wanling, the two of them ......"

"What are you asking so for? Go check the entrance!"

As he spoke, another cultivator slapped a cultivator next to him on the head who was wondering at this time, and walked away angrily.

At this time, the competition venue was full of cultivators from the Yeyue Gate, and the cultivation realms of these cultivators were also unequal, some had not yet reached the Yuan Zhen stage, and some were already in the realm of the realization stage, but there were relatively many cultivators with low cultivation realms.

Fan Chuan took Wan Ling's little hand and walked briskly through the crowd, until he found a place where there were few people and he could clearly see the competition in the ring, and Fan Chuan stopped.

At this time, Wan Ling, who had just stopped with Fan Chuan, immediately raised his head and looked at the ring, his eyes shining with joy, but after Wan Ling carefully saw the cultivators competing in the ring, the joy on his face was even worse, only to see Wan Ling immediately tugged at the corner of Fan Chuan, and the other little hand pointed to the ring, and then said happily: "Fan Chuan, look, isn't that Zhong Bei?"

Fan Chuan, who was still looking at the many cultivators in the arena, heard Wan Ling's shout, and immediately looked towards the ring, and after seeing clearly the cultivators who were competing in the ring, Fan Chuan was also happy: "Hey, it's really Zhong Bei, didn't he go back with Sister Ziyue?"

"Then maybe people want to come to the ring to compete, no!" Wan Ling looked at Fan Chuan's handsome face and said with disgust.

"Haha, yes, Brother Zhongbei's cultivation realm is still quite good. "Fan Chuan has been testing since he first met Zhong Bei and asked Zhong Bei about his words, Zhong Bei's cultivation realm has just stepped into the Yuan Zhen period and has just condensed the Yuan Zhen Spirit.

At this time, Zhong Bei, who was competing in the ring, held a Xiuzhen sword with a light blue light, and shuttled through the opponent's attack range with a vigorous posture, and from time to time he also hit a true air flow to interfere with the opponent's vision, and at this time, the cultivation realm of the cultivator who was opposed to Zhong Bei was actually in the middle of Yuanzhen, one level more than Zhong Bei, but looking at the direction of the situation, Zhong Bei was better, which made Fan Chuan start to pay attention to Zhong Bei from the bottom of his heart.

Then many Xiuzhen disciples in the audience cheered, and Fan Chuan also had a knowing smile on his face, because Zhong Bei, who was competing in the ring at this time, finally used the swordsmanship of spinning up and down with a blow, and suppressed the light blue Xiuzhen sword in his hand directly at the throat of the opponent. At this time, many cultivators under the ring couldn't help but cheer when they saw Zhong Bei's blow.

"Thank you Senior Brother Zhongbei for agreeing, I'm ashamed of myself. At this time, the cultivator who was trying against Zhong Bei in the ring stood up with his hand on the table and bowed to Zhong Bei. After speaking, there was no angry expression on the cultivator's face, but only a trace of shame.

"It's the senior brother who is humble. Zhong Bei also bowed and saluted, but Zhong Bei's face did not have a trace of pride.

As Zhong Bei's words fell, the cultivator who was trying against Zhong Bei turned around and walked out of the ring.

According to the rules of the ring competition, Zhong Bei continued to wait for the next challenge from other cultivators, but at this time, he saw Zhong Bei turn around and face the many cultivators in the field, took back the cultivation sword that showed light blue light, and then raised his fists into the air with both hands, and said in a loud voice: "Senior brothers and sisters, junior brothers and sisters, Zhong Bei pleases that he doesn't want to fight anymore, and I hope you don't mind." With that, Zhong Bei also turned around and walked out of the ring.

At this time, many cultivators standing under the ring all showed doubts on their faces, and they couldn't guess what Zhong Bei thought, because in the ring competition of Yeyue Gate, there is a private but well-known little rule, that is, as long as the cultivators who compete in the ring can defeat several people one after another, then everyone will deeply remember the name of this cultivator in their hearts, so that this cultivator's cultivation in the Yeyue Gate in the future will definitely have many benefits in comparison, so after many cultivators are defeated in the ring, they will choose to continue to fight, even if their physical strength is not good, they must insist on facing the battle。 This is also the biggest reason for Fan Chuan's doubts when he first participated in the Yeyuemen Ring Competition. And at this time, Zhongbei actually gave up this opportunity, but chose to abandon the war, which had to make everyone feel puzzled and puzzled.

Seeing Zhong Bei leaving, Fan Chuan immediately took Wan Ling's little hand and chased after him, Wan Ling was a little puzzled, but looking at Fan Chuan's firm eyes, he didn't ask much.

Finally, at an intersection outside the arena competition venue, Fan Chuan caught up with Zhong Bei, who had not yet used a flying sword to fly.

And Zhong Bei was startled when he saw Fan Chuan and Wan Ling who suddenly appeared in front of him, and he was very surprised and puzzled, but he immediately knelt down on his knees and said in a pious tone: "Zhong Bei pays a visit to Sect Master Fan Chuan and Senior Sister Wan Ling. ”

Seeing Zhong Bei's reaction, Fan Chuan nodded with satisfaction, immediately stretched out his hand to help Zhong Bei, and then said softly: "Brother Zhong Bei doesn't have to be polite, we just saw Brother Zhong Bei's performance in the ring, and we sincerely admire it." After speaking, a smile appeared on Fan Chuan's face.

After hearing Fan Chuan's words, Zhong Bei was obviously a little panicked, and said hesitantly: "More...... Thank you for the compliment, Zhong ...... Zhong Bei is just offering ugliness. ”

Looking at Zhong Bei, who was a little nervous, Fan Chuan actually laughed, and then Fan Chuan stretched out his hands and put them on Zhong Bei's shoulders, calmed down and said, "Brother Zhong Bei, you don't have to be modest, I'm telling the truth." Without waiting for Zhong Bei to react, Fan Chuan continued: "By the way, Brother Zhong Bei, didn't you go back with Elder Ziyue?

Looking at Fan Chuan's gentle attitude at this time, Zhong Bei tried to calm down his panicked mood, and then said loudly: "Tell Sect Master Fan Chuan, I ...... After I sent the master back to the meditation room, I saw that the master had already retreated and cultivated, so I ...... I just wanted to come to the ring and try it, I ...... I didn't make it to the last time I competed in the ring, so ...... So I want to come and participate in this year. After Zhong Bei finished speaking, he lowered his head like a child.

"Then why go back after only one try?"

"I ...... I'm afraid that the master won't find me when he comes out of retreat,......" Zhong Bei's voice was a little ashamed.

After listening to Zhong Bei's words, Fan Chuan sincerely liked Zhong Bei's honesty and honesty, and Zhong Bei's kind-hearted behavior and not arrogant and impatient qualities. Thinking of this, Fan Chuan looked at Zhong Bei fixedly, and said in a gentle tone: "Brother Zhong Bei, are you willing to follow me............?"