Ling Feng saw Shui Rou looking over to him, and then his gaze moved elsewhere, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ling Feng and Qing Xue, the seed disciples this time are the two of you, I hope you will live up to the expectations of your teacher. Shui Rou's next words made both of them widen their eyes.

"Master, why won't it be my turn, I've only been in the door for two years, and I'm young. Yang Qingxue was flattered.

Shui Rou smiled and said: "Your usual efforts are in the eyes of the teacher, I believe that after a few years, you and Feng'er will be my hope for Luoxia Peak." ”

When Yang Qingxue heard this, she subconsciously glanced at Ling Feng, and her face showed a trace of perseverance that did not admit defeat.

Ling Feng was a little puzzled, why did this girl compete with him everywhere, was it because I was favored by Master and snubbed her? Or was it because of that incident in the first place?

Shui Rou continued: "If you are not a seed disciple, you have to advance from a total of one hundred and twenty-eight people in the Eight Veins of Luoxian until sixteen, and compete with fifteen seed disciples, as long as you enter the top three, you can get the supreme glory of your own sect." ”

At this time, someone wondered: "Why are there a total of fifteen seed disciples, there should be sixteen people in the eight veins of Luoxian." ”

At this time, Zhao Nanruo explained: "Because there is only one disciple in Wufu Peak, there is naturally one less person." ”

"I see!"

"The location of the martial arts is set up in Luoxian Peak, and there is a ring in each of the eight directions of Qian, Zhen, Kan, Gen, Kun, Xun, Li, and Dui Peak, and when it is your turn to play, you must arrive in time, otherwise it will be regarded as abstention. Shui Rou finally reminded.

After everyone agreed, she explained some things that should be paid attention to, and asked the disciples to disband.

Ling Feng stood in place, looking back at the pale blue back in front of him, and shouted, "Senior Sister Yang!"

Yang Qingxue turned her head and said indifferently, "Is there something wrong?"

"I want to ask, is there anything I've offended you, or what have I done that you're not happy with?"

Ling Feng waited quietly for her answer, but she stared at him with an unkind face for a while, then turned around and left.

A day later, almost all the disciples of Luoxia Peak went to Luoxian Peak, and those who did not participate in the competition all went to cheer for their fellow disciples, and Ling Feng was the only one left in the huge mountain.

As a seed disciple, it was only a few days before it was his turn to play. Originally, he was going to see Yan Zhiyan for the competition, but he heard that she was also one of the seed disciples, so he didn't go to see the excitement and quietly cultivated in the back mountain.

Ling Feng was meditating by a mountain spring in the woods, when he was disturbed by a slight noise, rustling, very rhythmic, not like a natural sound. Thinking that Luoxia Peak should have been empty at this time, he opened his eyes and shouted: "Who is it?"

No one answered, Ling Feng followed the sound and turned a hill, and saw the fox lying there all the time, seemingly unconscious, and the nine white tails swept around slightly, rubbing against the dead leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound.

When the white fox saw someone approaching, he opened his eyes and saw Ling Feng, so he let out a slight cry.

Ling Feng was suddenly startled, and said in a trembling voice: "Aunt Cicada, how can you ······?"

Three days passed, Ling Feng was in a trance all day, not in a state, and was seen by Shui Rou, so he came to the back mountain to visit him the night before his competition.

Shui Rou thought that he was under too much pressure, so she spoke softly and comfortingly, saying that it didn't matter if she won or lost the competition, just do your best. Ling Feng's heart warmed, and he nodded again and again, and when she left, the worried look on her face returned.

What he was worried about was not the matter of the next Eight Veins Martial Arts, but that three days ago, when she used the Heavenly Dao Sect's Sect Master Token to summon the White Tiger and send Liu Chan'er's original form back, she was already worried.

"I have been exploring the whereabouts of the Demon God Sect for the past three years, but I didn't expect that the cultivation of this generation of descendants is extremely high, and there is a very young female disciple, and the status of that woman in the Demon Gate Heavenly Demon Sect and the Xuanling Sect is not low. I found out that they were carrying out an unknown plan, but unfortunately this plan is top secret, I hid my identity into the demon gate, and only heard some skin, in an action close to this plan, I didn't expect to fall into the trap, the cultivation was suppressed, and was beaten back to its original form by her master and apprentice, and the mana was completely lost, I tried my best to escape, and after months of trekking, I came back to find you. ”

This is what she said before parting when she sent Liu Cicada away, and after Ling Feng heard it, his heart was shocked.

On the second day, Ling Feng came to Luoxian Peak early and saw a sea of people on the Jianping. At this time, he heard someone calling him in the distance, and when he looked at the sound, he saw a handsome man running towards him, and he was surprised, and the man had already said, "Ling Feng, do you remember me?"

Ling Feng looked at him and felt very familiar, and gradually, the figure of the person in front of him gradually overlapped with the young man who accompanied him to Luoxian Gate to apprentice back then. "Sun Monkey, oh my God, I haven't seen you for a few years, you have changed so much, is it that Fuyaofeng's food is too good, and you are not as thin as before. ”

"You roll the calf, is this called a standard figure?" Sun Yiming punched him in the chest.

"Hey, Ling Feng, it's me, good Sun Yiming, don't wait for me, let me chase after me. At this time, there was another cry behind Sun Yiming.

Ling Feng looked behind him and said in surprise, "Lao Bai, your appearance hasn't changed much." ”

Sun Yiming laughed and said: "Hey, you can't run this way, it's time to lose weight." ”

"Hahaha. Ling Feng burst out laughing.

"By the way, Ling Feng, we ······ about that incident two years ago We originally wanted to go to the Valley of No Return to see you coming, but the master was too strict and didn't allow us to go. Sun Yiming said seriously.

Ling Feng smiled and said, "It's okay, I understand, it's all in the past." By the way, where is Ye Qing, he is not in the same vein as you, I don't know if he has been doing well over the years. ”

Bai Qianxiang said: "We met with him two days ago and chatted for a while, and now he should still be in Luoxian Peak, but now there are many people, and I can't find him." By the way, the Eight Veins Martial Arts started a few days ago, why are you only coming to see the excitement now. ”

"I'm not here to see the fun. ”

"That's to cheer on your fellow doors, it's not the same. ”

"I'm here for a joust!"

"Oh, you're here to participate······ What, you're here to participate in the martial arts competition, and you're here today, are you a seed disciple?" Bai Qianxiang looked shocked.

Sun Yiming also didn't believe it: "Ling Feng, you won't bluff us, you are just like us, you have only been a beginner for three years, how can the master choose you as a seed disciple? Even if you can participate in the martial arts, you can't get it." ”

Ling Feng smiled and didn't answer, then Zhao Nanruo ran over from afar and said, "Little junior brother, what are you still rubbing around here?" The disciples who participated in the martial arts meeting have all gone to the main hall to gather, come with me." ”

After Ling Feng said goodbye to the two, he was pulled by Zhao Nanruo in a hurry and rushed towards the main hall.

"Senior sister, how is the battle situation of our Luoxia Peak this time?"

"I'll tell you, when I meet Master, don't mention the martial arts competition. Zhao Nanruo made a gesture of silence.

Ling Feng said in surprise: "What's wrong?"

Zhao Nanruo sighed and said: "This martial arts, except for your senior sister and me and the newcomer Wu Xiaoqian, all of them have been defeated in the previous competitions, and the master is angry." ”

"Ahh ”

Zhao Nanruo gave him a roll of his eyes and said: "This time, our hopes for Luoxia Peak are tied to the four of us, we must behave well, especially you and Senior Sister Yang, whom Master values the most." ”

Saying that, the two of them had already stepped into the threshold of the main hall, and there were already more than 20 people standing in an orderly manner in front of them, and the first seat of the eight veins in front was also solemn, and the courtyard looked very solemn.

I saw Gu Mu walk up to the disciples and said, "After the competition of outstanding disciples of each lineage in the first three days, there are sixteen winners, plus the seed disciples selected by each lineage before, there are a total of thirty-one people who will participate in the martial arts meeting next. The rules are still the same as before, the lottery is decided, the disciple who draws the number one and the disciple who draws the number 30 competes, and so on, the initial test has to compete a total of fifteen games, two by two duels, because there is one more person, let the disciple who draws the thirty-one directly advance, participate in the next round of the competition. ”

As soon as these words came out, there was a lot of noise below.

"Didn't the man who drew the thirty-one pick up a big bargain? ”

"That's too cheap Thirty-One. ”

"I wish that person was me. ”

······

"Quiet!" Gu Mu said majestically, and everyone fell silent. He continued, "Now I will ask all the disciples to come up and draw lots in order. ”

Everyone lined up to step forward one by one, Ling Feng was the last, and after drawing lots, as soon as he returned to his position, he heard Gu Mu ask: "Then now please raise your hand for the disciple who has drawn the thirty-one, and I will take a look." ”

Ling Feng saw that no one raised their hands, they were all looking at each other and whispering, so he opened his signature and looked at it, and was immediately dumbfounded, and said in his heart: "My luck is not so good." ”

"Who the hell is it?" asked Gumu again.

Ling Feng raised his hand a little timidly.

"He's in the last row!" a voice shouted.

In front of everyone's eyes, Ling Feng suddenly felt a little proud, and Zhao Nanruo next to him said: "Not bad, junior brother, it seems that you really deserve to be the pride of our Luoxia Peak." ”

Gu Mu nodded and said, "Huiwu will start immediately, everyone will disperse, and each of them will go and prepare." ”

Ling Feng and Zhao Nanruo walked out of the hall, and Zhao Nanruo said to him: "I'm going to prepare for the competition, so I won't accompany you, remember to come and cheer for me." ”

"Okay, senior sister!"

After separating from Zhao Nanruo, Ling Feng walked a few steps, and happened to see Yan Zhiyan and Yang Qingxue talking and laughing in front of him, and wanted to say hello, but when he thought of Yang Qingxue's remaining hatred for him, he felt stunned for a while, and said secretly: "Don't disturb them." ”

When he came to the ring, he saw that Zhao Nanruo was already standing on the scene, and a handsome young man opposite him jumped up gently, as if he was on the water. Ling Feng secretly screamed that it was not good, this person's body method was shocking, and his cultivation was not good, and his senior sister was not his opponent.

"Duanmu Changfeng, a disciple of Tianzhu Peak, also asked Senior Sister Zhao to give advice. The man was dressed in white, with a long body bent over, gentle and polite, and carried a bright white fairy sword.

"It's him, no wonder he has such a good cultivation. Ling Feng muttered.

Zhao Nanruo also replied: "Luoxia Peak Zhao Nanruo, please give advice." ”

"Please!"

The two saluted first and then soldiers, and the two fairy swords were unsheathed at the same time, entangled. Duanmu Changfeng is like a startling dragon, the change of magic is extremely fast, and at the same time, he can also pull the fairy sword to attack, and the strange moves are repeated, and Zhao Nanruo has been suppressed at the beginning.

Zhao Nanruo saw that the other party was still young, but his cultivation was not weaker than his own, so he silently recited the heart trick, and the Feng Wu Nine Heavenly Trick skillfully made the general come out, and immediately turned the situation around.

I saw her soaring in the air, her spiritual power bursting out, and a fire phoenix took off around her, blocking a large number of attacks from the other party for her, and he finally had the opportunity to take the initiative. For a while, the sword aura in the ring was domineering, and they did not give in to each other, and the battle became more and more intense.

But in the end, Zhao Nanruo's sword qi became weaker and weaker, and he was finally seized by Duanmu Changfeng again, and finally accidentally stabbed by him with a sword. When the tip of the sword was only an inch away from her throat, Duanmu Changfeng immediately put away his sword and said, "Accept!"

Seeing this scene in the distance, Shui Rou's face turned pale, and she brushed her sleeves and left. Zhao Nanruo also returned the salute and walked out of the ring.

Ling Feng wanted to comfort him, but after seeing Zhao Nanruo get out of the ring, he ran over as if he was flying, and that direction was where Shui Rou was standing just now.

He sighed, shook his head, looked around, and happened to see Yan Zhiyan also in the ring, so he hurriedly ran over.

Yan Zhiyan was competing with a disciple of Yao Guangfeng, and the two sides seemed to be evenly matched, but Yan Zhiyan was already weak, and it was really hard to say whether she could win.