Time is a wonderful thing, you can't grasp it, you can't touch it. But everyone is looking for their own life in the passage of time. The night passed quickly, and the next day came as scheduled, Shi Yifeng already knew yesterday that he was approved by the top management above to advance directly, thus avoiding the matter of participating in the fifth round of the competition.

Since Du Moyan left last night, he himself did not fall asleep, but sat quietly on the edge of the collapse, staring blankly at the night sky for a whole night. It seems that Du Moyan's agreement with himself is like an imprint, engraved in his heart. And from that moment on, I seemed to feel that there was something more in my body, this indescribable feeling, overnight, as if I had grown a lot.

Without a night's rest, for a mortal, it may feel very sleepy. But for a monk who had already reached the Jindan realm, this was not a big deal at all.

To be precise, sleeping is almost a dispensable thing for Shi Yifeng at this time. Even the food between the world, from the moment it reaches the golden pill, it is no longer needed, and the aura between heaven and earth is the most primitive energy.

The period of retreat for a monk is short, ranging from a few months, to years, or even decades. The things in the world contain too little aura. It is better to directly use the power of the golden pill to refine the surrounding aura, so as to achieve a state that is different from that of worldly people.

When Shi Yifeng came to the venue, many people had already come to the entire venue one after another. Shi Yifeng estimated the time, and there was still more than an hour before the official competition began. Taking advantage of this free time, I began to sit down and experience the battle with Dugu Chasing Clouds.

Time flies, more than an hour has passed in the blink of an eye, and many of the monks who participated in today's battle have come to the field. Suddenly, the voice in the venue suddenly became much thicker, and slowly opened his eyes, Shi Yifeng looked up at the nearest fighting platform from him with a calm expression, and was greeted by many Jindan monks and the elder in charge of the competition.

Suddenly, his eyes were staring into the distance on his left, and a familiar figure was slowly walking towards him. There is a huge long sword behind this person, and if you stand in the crowd, this person is also very noticeable. With such a conspicuous dress, who else could it be besides Dugu Chaiyun, who was defeated by Shi Yifeng that day?

It seems that he found Shi Yifeng sitting here, and Dugu Chasing Cloud did not stop at another place. Walking straight to the place where Shi Yifeng was sitting, judging by the pace of his walking, it was obvious that the injury he had suffered yesterday was almost healed.

"This person's cultivation is really extraordinary, thinking that he also relied on his unique exercises, he only recovered from his injuries overnight. And Dugu Chaiyun didn't know what method he used, but he also healed the injury in such a short period of time. Seeing that Dugu Chaiyun's injury was not a big deal, after a short period of surprise, the uneasiness in his heart was much more relaxed.

"Brother Dugu, thank you for your mercy yesterday. Shi Yifeng slowly stood up, and clenched his fists slightly at Dugu Chaiyun, who walked in front of him.

"Brother Shi, you don't need to be polite, yesterday's competition did not retain your strength. If it weren't for that, I would have fainted after the next battle yesterday. When Dugu Chaiyun said this, his expression was very serious, obviously because he didn't want Shi Yifeng to have any mustard in his heart.

"After yesterday's war, Shi had a deep understanding, and some of the confusion in the past practice was largely solved, and he hoped to learn from Brother Dugu again in the future. "Seeing Dugu chasing the clouds, it is still the same iceberg face as always. Shi Yifeng secretly replied a few words in his heart, and regardless of whether the other party said polite words or not, he hurriedly took the topic back.

"If you have time in the future, Brother Shi can come to my Sword Valley to talk about it, so that you can do the friendship of the landlord in the next place. "It doesn't seem to be anything of interest, neither of them is a mouthful. For a moment, the two of them were silent, staring at the monk who was fighting on the fighting platform in front of them very tacitly.

"This person's name is Bai Piaopiao, he is a senior disciple of the deputy master of Xuantian Gate, and his cultivation has already reached the late stage of Jindan. It is said that this person's cultivation has only been ten years. It seemed to be talking to himself, although Dugu's voice chasing the clouds was not loud, it was very clear to Shi Yifeng's ears. When Shi Yifeng heard Dugu Chaiyun's words, he naturally knew that this friend, who had only known him for less than two days, was telling him about the origin and origin of the monk on the fighting platform.

Just as Shi Yifeng was about to reply, suddenly the voice of Dugu chasing clouds sounded in his ears again.

"This man's name is Luo Mingsheng, and he is a well-known Jindan Sanxiu in the Xiyue Empire. According to rumors, this person was taken by a mysterious person when he was born, until he suddenly returned to the Western Yue Empire ten years ago. The cultivation of the body is unfathomable, the heart is between the good and the devil, and the moodiness is impermanent. When it was over, Dugu Chaiyun paused for a moment, and then slowly continued the unfinished words.

"Don't offend this person for no reason, or you will have no peace day and night. ”

Shi Yifeng listened carefully to Dugu Chaiyun telling himself part of the situation of the two, and his eyes were fixed on the fighting platform, the two of you and I were fighting. These two people are both cultivators in the later stage of Jindan, and the competition is naturally very exciting, and the figure on the field that exudes this white and green light constantly changes positions. In a short period of time, no one can help anyone.

This competition opened Shi Yifeng's eyes, the methods of these two people are endless, and the magic weapons in their hands are constantly changing. If it were me, I am afraid that apart from this one Grass and Tree Transformation Technique, plus the Ancestral Tree Phantom that I had unintentionally cultivated, I really wouldn't have so many means of attack.

"It's time to decide the winner!" Dugu's voice suddenly appeared in his ears, Shi Yifeng hurriedly collected his thoughts, and looked up at the two people who were fighting fiercely on the stage. I saw that at this time, the Xuantianmen female monk named Bai Piaopiao seemed to be unable to wait, and in just a few breaths, she was hit by the opponent's magic weapon several times. Thanks to this woman's extremely quick reaction, she was able to avoid the key point.

And the man on the opposite side obviously didn't want to give the other party any chance to fight back. Wave after wave of attacks, constantly hitting the opponent, not wanting to give the opponent the slightest respite. This woman is no ordinary monk, and she has been able to avoid her opponent's attacks at her own vital points every time. Occasionally, you can also use this opportunity to counterattack a few times.

After another stick of incense, the man was visibly getting more and more impatient. Gradually, they began to attack indiscriminately, but this kind of disorderly attack obviously didn't have much effect on the other party. Every time, it is defused by the opponent without danger. At this time, Shi Yifeng seemed to see a slight smile suddenly appear on the woman's face, and even Shi Yifeng himself was not sure if he was dazzled.

"Luo Mingsheng is going to be defeated!" subconsciously said this sentence, and at this time, Bai Piaopiao's attack seemed to be ready, and the whole person suddenly disappeared from the stage out of thin air.

A dazzling white light appeared on the fighting platform. After a long time, the white light gradually dissipated, and Bai Piaopiao on the stage stood with a pale face. And not far in front of him, Luo Mingsheng lay there motionless.

"In this battle, Bai Piaopiao won!"