She took out the silk handkerchief in her sleeve, naturally raised her hand to wipe off the fine sweat for him, and frowned: "Is it hot?" "She has Xuanyuan Aotian holding an umbrella for her, but she doesn't feel too hot.

Qingxi glanced at Xuanyuan Aotian proudly, and said: "It's very hot, the leather paper umbrella in Xuanyuan Gongzi's hand is definitely not a vulgar thing, it can shade the sun and block the heat, the master naturally won't feel hot, but it's just a bitter apprentice." He put on a very aggrieved expression as he spoke.

After getting along with this kid for a long time, Lian Wuxin can somehow figure out his temper, knowing that he is talking for a purpose, but it is just Xiao Xiang's umbrella.

It's okay to think about it, it's just an umbrella, presumably Xuanyuan Aotian still has superfluous.

Thinking about it, she turned her head to Xuanyuan Aotian and said, "Does Xuanyuan Gong mind lending me this umbrella?" ”

When Xuanyuan Aotian heard this, he hurriedly handed the umbrella handle to Lian Wuxin, and said with a smile: "Although there are not many umbrellas under it, if you want it, I will give it to you." ”

The sound of inhaling cold air around the surroundings is endless, and they all look at Xuanyuan Aotian with strange eyes, full of disbelief, all saying that Xuanyuan Aotian is not only excellent in cultivation, but also a rare genius, and his mind is different from the precociousness of ordinary people, and his temperament is calm, and he is worthy of a great responsibility, but today, it seems that this is not the case, if it is really as rumored, how can he easily give away this leather paper umbrella that can be called a high-grade Taoist device? Or give it to an ugly eight, an ugly eight monster who was abandoned by the family.

Wuxin didn't know the origin of this umbrella, but seeing everyone's reaction like this, he knew that this umbrella was afraid of being extraordinary, so he immediately said: "That's it, it's almost here, thank you for your kindness." As she spoke, she had already seen the end of the road ahead, and several middle-aged men with solemn faces were standing on either side, handing out number plates to the group of exam-taking cultivators.

Xuanyuan Aotian's face was slightly disappointed, and he didn't say much, he still held an umbrella for Lian Wuxin to shade the sun, and Lian Wuxin didn't refuse, so he didn't say anything all the way to the end of the long road.

Each person gets a wooden card, the card surface is smooth and slightly moist, the feel is slightly heavy, not an ordinary wooden card, the words are engraved on it.

Lian Wuxin got one hundred and sixty-eight, which is an even number, Qingxi's is eighty-nine, singular, and Xuanyuan Aotian ninety-nine, both singular.

According to the competition system, in the first round of competition, Lian Wuxin and Qingxi Xuanyuan Aotian are very likely to become enemies.

In the first round of competition, the winner directly enters the second round, and the loser leaves Wuyuan.

The participants have uneven cultivation and want to enter the second round of the competition smoothly, in which luck accounts for a large proportion.

Apparently someone is lucky, someone is unlucky.

The first round of the first competition is held in the martial arts field in the center of the martial arts garden, and the first test taker challenges any even number tester, if the first challenger wins, it will enter the next competition, and if the even number test taker wins, the next test will be challenged by the test taker with the first even number, and the cycle repeats until there are no more testers in the field.

The stage was playing heartily, Li Yingzhu, under the escort of two Li children, found Lian Wuxin in the crowd, and he couldn't say anything, and reached out to grab the wooden sign that Lian Wuxin hung on his waist.

Lian Wuxin turned sideways slightly, avoided her seizure, raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "What?" Want to do it with me here? ”

Li Yingzhu frowned, secretly dodge, in the past three years, after Lian Wuxin lost her cultivation, her hands and feet were not as flexible as before, and she couldn't avoid her sudden attack, what she looked up to in Lian Wuxin's room, she never missed it, including a golden lock that Lian Wuxin wore on her body day and night, which is said to be an ornament she had worn since she was a child, and she took it into her pocket, but today, she shot so fast that she lost her hand, could it be that her cultivation has really recovered?

Even if it is restored, it is also the cultivation of three years ago, and she Li Yingzhu is not much worse than her three years ago, and now she is relying on the elixir given by her father and grandfather, she believes that even if Li Yinghan recovers the cultivation of three years ago, she will still be defeated by her subordinates.