Hengyu shouted, and Mengyu and Li Yu in the ring were separated with one touch. The two of them stood not far away with expressionless faces.

"I didn't expect this year's competition to be much more interesting than in previous years!" said a middle-aged man in his seat, smiling as he looked at the two men in the ring.

"That is, this Li Yu's master is the main peak sleeve Changfeng Elder, can the apprentice he taught be bad?" Zhihua looked at the middle-aged man and smiled.

"Hmph!" The middle-aged man snorted lightly: "I don't know if you know if you can stand in the ranking in the next round of competition!"

Zhihua smiled again: "There is no need for Senior Brother Mo Qi to worry about this, I think Senior Brother is still worried about whether the disciples on Mo Qi Peak can stand their ground." ”

Hengyu was silent when he saw the two arguing, but his eyes were firmly fixed on Mo Qi and Zhihua.

The two were about to say something more, but after seeing Hengyu's gaze, they both looked away and didn't speak.

After a while, Hengyu faced the ring and said with a smile: "You guys will enter the next round of competition together!"

When the crowd heard this, there was another burst of cheers.

"Yes!" Li Yu and Mengyu said in unison.

At this time, Zhang Yifan stood under the ring, looked at Li Yu, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. The Li family can produce such a talent, for the Li family, it is a glorious ancestor.

Li Yu stepped out of the ring, saw Zhang Yifan's stunned gaze, and immediately smiled: "What's wrong with Senior Brother!"

Zhang Yifan smiled: "I can't imagine that you can't fight for a long time two times, you really have unlimited potential!"

Li Yu scratched his head, revealing a shy attitude.

"What the senior brother said about it, it's all a fluke. Compared to my brother, I'm far behind. Li Yuzheng said.

Zhang Yifan smiled bitterly: "It's just a fluke!"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Li Yu immediately said goodbye. Zhang Yifan was about to turn around and leave, but saw a figure standing horizontally in front of him.

"Senior Brother Sick Yang!?"

Zhang Yifan looked at Mengyu in surprise and said, "Senior sister, is there something?"

"It's okay!" Mengyu said with a shy face, bowing her head slightly.

Zhang Yifan looked at the shy man, and his heart moved inexplicably. Unconsciously, he seemed to see Nangong Yan's appearance. Immediately, Zhang Yifan lowered his face coldly and arched his hand: "I still have something to do, don't leave it at that!"

After speaking, he left the square without looking back. Leave the dream language in a daze. After that, the dream sighed helplessly and turned away.

In a dark place, a cold gaze moved with Zhang Yifan's figure. A cold glint flashed in the man's eyes, and he turned away.

Zhang Yifan's heart hurt very much, he took a deep breath and entered his room. Seeing things and thinking about people, Zhang Yifan knows that now is not the time to think about this. The death of his father, Nangong Yan, and Xiaolong have to avenge themselves. How can you think of things that are unrealistic?

The past is just a good memory, and there is no need to think about it every day.

Thinking of this, he discarded distracting thoughts and prepared to cultivate. The cultivation of the Five Dragons Technique has been a little successful to this day. The first dragon has been formed, which makes Zhang Yifan quite pleased. As for the Spirit Tortoise Technique, Zhang Yifan has not forgotten to cultivate, although the figure of Xuanwu has not yet appeared, Zhang Yifan firmly believes that one day he will cultivate it.

What makes Zhang Yifan most pleased is that the giant knife fragments have been obtained twice. These two crescent-shaped fragments, under the divine sense, have greatly increased their speed and power.

There were fourteen people left in this competition, and it was a coincidence that there were still two people of equal proportion. Zhang Yifan did not forget that when he was at the end of his rope, it was the Li family who gave him hope in life.

Zhang Yifan will never forget this. He kept it in mind and hoped that he would repay it one day.

Thinking of this, Nangong Chu's figure suddenly appeared in Zhang Yifan's mind. A cold glint flickered in his eyes, and his hands were clenched into fists.

"I hope I can meet you tomorrow, and I will let you have no return when the time comes!" Zhang Yifan's face was cold, and he gritted his teeth.

In the past two days of competition, Zhang Yifan did not use Xuan Qi, and the purpose was here. As long as he can meet Nangong Chu in the competition tomorrow, Zhang Yifan will definitely shoot mercilessly.

As for what Zhihua said, Zhang Yifan didn't take it to heart. As long as the lottery is not manipulative, it cannot be so coincidental. Thinking of this, Zhang Yifan shook his head with a wry smile.

Immediately, his mind moved and he entered the sea of knowledge. In a few teleportations, he came to the edge of the dragon ding. Looking at the golden dragon on the three legs of the dragon tripod, Zhang Yifan's expression was dark, and he thought of the little dragon in his heart.

Zhang Yifan stretched out his hand and rubbed the golden dragon on his feet, his eyes were red, and tears were rolling in his eyes.

"I won't forget your hatred!" Zhang Yifan muttered to himself.

Perhaps sensing Zhang Yifan's words, the light of the spirit gathering beads in the dragon tripod flashed, and then dimmed.

After a moment, Zhang Yifan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Instead, he entered a state of cultivation.

At this moment, in a room, Nangong Chu was sitting at the table. His face was gloomy and he was speechless for a while. On a chair, a man sits. The man had a ruddy complexion and was about fifty years old. His lips were thin and his eyes were glowing. He was none other than Nangong Chu's master, Elder Bai Xi.

"Okay, don't be sad. Bai Xi took a sip of tea and said, "This time I will definitely make you a blockbuster on Mo Qifeng!"

When Nangong Chu heard this, his eyes flashed. After a slight pause, the essence in his eyes disappeared, revealing a depressed look, and said with a wry smile: "A blockbuster?" ”

"If only it were that easy!" he sighed.

Bai Xi smiled slightly: "I naturally have a way to do this." ”

Nangong Chu was already disappointed, but when he heard Bai Xi say this, he immediately came to his senses. "Let's hear it!" Nangong Chu couldn't wait.

Bai Xi gently put down the teacup, looked at Nangong Chu, and said with a smile: "I have long heard that the cultivation of that sick person on Yushu Peak is average, and it is medium among the seven peaks. It's a little bit worse than you. Although he won two times by opportunism, if he really made a move, he couldn't beat you. So this time, I'll let him be in the same ring as you. Won't you take him down easily?"

When Nangong Chu heard this, he showed a hint of a sinister smile. Suddenly, his face changed, and he said, "But how can I be in the same ring with him?"

"I've thought of this for you a long time ago!" Bai Xi immediately took out something from his arms and threw it towards Nangong Chu.

Nangong Chu took the thing blankly, and said in surprise: "What is this?"

When he opened it, he was excited. "It's the lottery number!"

"That's good!" Bai Xi stroked his temples and white beard with both hands, and said, "The number I secretly asked him to draw is in the same ring as the number in your hand." It's hard not to be in the same ring with him when the time comes!"

Nangong Chu's eyes flickered, and his breathing was short.

Huo Ran, he faced this Bai Xi and knelt down. "Thank you, master!"

"Get up!" Bai Xi smiled, "It's all trivial. If you want this to be foolproof, then I have to do it again. After speaking, the cold glint in his eyes flashed.

"Master, you"

"Well, you don't need to ask about this. Bai Xi's face sank and said impatiently. Immediately, he deliberately patted Nangong Chu's shoulder and walked out of the room.

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