When darkness came and the fog was wafting, Zhang Yifan walked out of the room. After taking a deep breath, he walked out into the garden, not far from his lodgings.

The hazy moon appeared and disappeared in the mist, and the cold moonlight cast. After a while, Zhang Yifan's body became wet. He straightened his forehead and came to the edge of the garden.

The scent of flowers rushed into his nose with the mist, and his spirit was shaken.

"When this seven-peak ratio is over, I think it's better to leave this place!" Zhang Yifan thought of this, and he sighed slightly. Looking up at the sky, he thought of Li Lin. The girl who helped him up in life.

Pictures came from Zhang Yifan's mind one after another, replaying them over and over again. The girl's sweet voice and smile swirled before his eyes.

"How is she now, where is she!?" Zhang Yifan muttered to himself. "Alas!" he sighed again as he thought about it.

"Maybe I'll never see her again in my life!" Zhang Yifan shook his head with a wry smile.

The only purpose of living now is revenge, and my father's revenge has not been avenged now, how can I still have the heart to think about these tedious things. After a moment of calm, Zhang Yifan abandoned distracting thoughts.

Instead, he decided to go back to his room and get a good night's rest. Tomorrow is the day of the competition, so you can't enter the competition with emotions!

Zhang Yifan turned around and walked towards the room.

At that moment, several footsteps came from the other side of the garden. Zhang Yifan's brows couldn't help frowning, he stared at the opposite side and walked over.

Under the hazy moonlight, a figure stood lonely in a lace.

"Who!?" a crisp, pleasant voice came from the lonely figure.

Hearing this, Zhang Yifan's face was stunned, and then he walked over. Coming to the side of that figure, Zhang Yifan was amazed.

The girl was dressed in a red power suit, and looked at Zhang Yifan with a slightly angry face.

She has creamy skin, red lips and teeth, and a pair of big smart eyes with a cold look. The fingers that clenched the sword at his waist were as white as a green onion. At this time, she is like a lonely swan, a cold plum in the ice and snow. It is more like the snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountain, proud and lonely.

"It's me, Yushufeng's illness!" Zhang Yifan hurriedly said.

The girl looked at Zhang Yifan with a stunned expression. Then, she removed her hand holding the sword and stared at Zhang Yifan.

"It's so late, what are you doing here without sleeping?" Hearing what Zhang Yifan said, her tone softened a lot, but she still looked cold.

Zhang Yifan's nose smelled the fragrance, and his eyes were stunned. In an instant, he smiled slightly and said, "It's so late, what is the frost girl doing here?"

Zhang Yuming had already told Zhang Yifan some things about the Huayue faction, and when he saw the sword on the waist of the girl in front of him, he knew her identity.

"You care about me?" Ning Shuang's face was cold, and he turned his head away from Zhang Yifan.

"Hehe!" Zhang Yifan smiled again, and said, "You care about me again?"

Hearing this, Ning Shuang looked at Zhang Yifan in front of him in surprise. After a while, she looked at Zhang Yifan coldly, snorted and turned away.

Zhang Yifan shook his head and smiled bitterly, thinking in his heart: "This rose can't be slammed, it will prick people if it is slammed." Looking at the figure that had faded into the mist, he turned and walked towards his room.

In the early morning of the second day, a crisp bell rang.

The main peak towered above the void, gradually evaporating the mist in the sunlight. The disciples of the Seven Peaks walked towards the square one after another.

At this time, there were twenty-five large rings in the square.

The disciples looked at the rings around them with excited looks, and they all geared up.

Zhang Yifan looked at the ring, and his face sank into autumn water. He walked quietly and found his own ring.

After the disciples found their position, they all stood still. Wait for the competition to begin.

At this time, the housekeeper Hengyu stroked his chest-length beard with a smile, looked at the disciples and said, "Presumably you rested well last night, then today is the day of the competition." Wait, when I hit this gong, that's when the competition begins. ”

Heng Yu pointed to the gong in front of him and looked at the disciples below with a smile on his face.

After a few moments, it was still quiet down there. Hengyu flicked his fingers, and a mysterious qi struck on the gong, and suddenly made a loud sound.

With the sound of this gong, the figures below flew, and the twenty-five rings were instantly filled with contestants.

On the east side of the square, four men and two women sat on chairs, smiling at their disciples. Zhang Yifan turned his head to look, but saw that the last chair was empty.

"Uncle is really afraid of losing face!" Zhang Yifan shook his head with a wry smile.

At this moment, Zhang Yifan felt that his eyes lit up, and a hand with a mysterious aura waved his face. At the last moment, Zhang Yifan's body moved, leaving a series of afterimages on the field.

It was a teenager who tried against Zhang Yifan, and he thought that he could work with one blow when Zhang Yifan was in a trance. But he never imagined that his palm was not close to the man, and the man seemed to disappear, without a figure.

He looked horrified and turned abruptly. However, a swift aura came from behind him.

"Bang!" Before he could make a move, he was kicked in the chest. After a thud, he fell under the ring.

Under this foot, he did not use Xuan Qi. He did it on his own, but it was enough to get him out of power. He looked incredulously at the slightly sickly young man in the ring.

Zhang Yifan jumped up lightly, came to the ring, stretched out his hand and smiled: "Agreed!"

The young man snorted coldly and got up on his own. Then, he turned away.

Zhang Yifan retracted his hand in embarrassment and shook his head with a wry smile. Turning around and looking around, many of the brothers and sisters were still in the ring. At this moment, his eyes saw the girl in red.

"Frost?"

Zhang Yifan walked over lightly, looked at the figure and looked at it intently.

On the east side of the square, several people from the main peak looked at Zhang Yifan, and their faces became unnatural.

"When did Yu Shufeng's illness progress to such a terrifying level!" one of the middle-aged men said with a frown.

"Senior Brother Mo Qi, just allow your disciples under the peak to be so outstanding, and don't let other disciples under the peak come forward?" said a female peak master.

"What do you mean, sister Zhihua?"

"Of course you know what I mean! ”

"You"

"Okay two, why bother hurting the harmony, watch the competition!" a middle-aged man in the middle hurriedly dissuaded.

"Hmph!" Mo Qi and Zhihua both snorted coldly and looked at the venue.

Zhang Yifan looked at the agile figure and admired it in his heart.

"Yo, isn't this Senior Brother Sick Yang? Why, you're also here to cheer up the frost?" Just as Zhang Yifan was looking elated, a word of surprise suddenly came from behind him.

Zhang Yifan turned around and looked at it, and couldn't help but be surprised.

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