A cold and indifferent sentence slowly spit out from Luo Hanxuan's mouth, and he still had a trace of guilt in his heart for Miao Tian behind him......

Hearing this, Miao Tian's face was almost distorted to the extreme, his bloodshot eyes looked at the back that was gradually moving away, and Luo Hanxuan, who was full of the breath of fireworks that did not eat the world, had already become an uncontrollable demon in his heart.

Miao Tian knelt on the ground on half a knee, tears fell to the ground, and then he shouted angrily, and his right fist slammed into the ground, and the slightest crack seeped out of his fist, but he didn't feel pain, and said unwillingly: "Why! Why is it not me who inherits the Han Tian Jue! How can I lose to him based on my qualifications alone, if it weren't for the Han Xuan Jue, how could I lose to him, I don't accept it! I don't accept it!"

Miao Tian's abnormal behavior in the past few days has attracted the disciples on the stage to discuss privately.

"Senior Brother Miao, what's the matter, in the past few days, I have been sending a battle post to Senior Brother Luo, with the gap in cultivation between the two of them, why should I keep looking for it!"

"Who knows, they are both disciples of the head of the family, and the difference in cultivation between the two is not the same, just with the palm power laid by Senior Brother Luo, Senior Brother Miao can't easily resolve it, let alone be able to resist Senior Brother Luo's cold Xuanjue internal method!"

"These two are the personal disciples of the master, and I am afraid that only the head knows best what kind of secrets and festivals there are between them......

For a long time, after leaving the fighting ring in the back mountain, Luo Hanxuan did not hover here for too long, and went straight to the Bailing Courtyard of Xingyue Mountain.

According to the regulations of the sect, the outer disciples had to live in the more remote Mochiyue Peak of Xingyue Mountain, while the inner disciples and the elder's personal disciples were arranged in the inner courtyard of the sect, and this Bailing Courtyard was the courtyard where Liu Qingxue lived.

For Luo Hanxuan, except for his master, the only person in the entire sect who is willing to be close is his junior sister Liu Qingxue, as if only by her side will he become less indifferent.

And his feelings for Liu Qingxue seem to have surpassed the emotions between ordinary brothers and sisters.

At noon, I saw Liu Qingxue outside the door walking in with a plate of delicacies and gently placing it on the wooden table, and on the other side of the wooden table, Luo Hanxuan was sitting.

Today's Liu Qingxue is dressed in a yellow dress, showing a light and tender atmosphere, her black hair like a waterfall is coiled up by a hairpin, her autumn-like eyes look at Luo Hanxuan, and she chuckles: "The dish is here!"

Whenever Luo Hanxuan was in a bad mood, he would come to Bailing Courtyard to eat, because the delicacies made by Liu Qingxue were a hundred times more delicious than those made in the Zongmen Canteen.

The table is full of food, and Luo Hanxuan seems to have a cold appearance that does not eat the fireworks of the world, but in fact, the amount of food is larger than anyone else, and there is often no residue left in the food on the table.

Luo Hanxuan moved the dishes and chopsticks, glanced at Liu Qingxue lightly, and said with a slight joke:

"Qingxue, I often come to you to eat, you shouldn't blame me!"

Hearing this, Liu Qingxue smiled and replied angrily: "Don't play poor, you came to my side today because you were unhappy about something." ”

Luo Hanxuan smiled slightly, but he didn't hide it, and said directly: "There are too many things, they are all involuntarily, although I don't know how important the two words are in brotherhood, but in the face of interests, why do the two become so different, and even not worth mentioning in front of it, I don't know if the master taught me the secret of cold heaven, whether it was good or bad." ”

Although he described his words lightly, Liu Qingxue could still hear a little fallacy, for the arrogant Luo Hanxuan, the only ones who could make him say this kind of thing might be his junior brothers.

Luo Hanxuan has been an orphan since he was a child, but when Wang Lingwei, the head of the Xingyue Sect, went down the mountain, he accidentally found him at the foot of the mountain, and Wang Lingwei saw that he was pitiful, so he took him to the mountain to raise him.

And when Luo Hanxuan awakened the quenching spirit at the age of ten, he actually opened the extremely rare ice quenching spirit, the cultivation talent of this quenching spirit physique is extremely high, and it belongs to the genius that the Xingyue Sect has encountered for several years, Wang Lingwei officially accepted Han Xuan as an apprentice at that time, and became the first disciple of the head of the sect.

Sure enough, Luo Hanxuan's cultivation talent grew day by day, and at the age of twenty-three, he had already entered the peak of the Quenching Spirit Realm, and it was said that this cultivation talent was almost surpassing Wang Lingwei when he was young.

And at his coming-of-age ceremony, the head Wang Lingwei personally gave him two autumn frost short swords, which are well-deserved four-seal spirit weapons.

It can be seen that the head Wang Lingwei also attaches great importance to Luo Hanxuan, and the relationship between the two is not so much a master and apprentice, but more a love between father and son.

Liu Qingxue also inadvertently learned about these things from her master, the second elder.

For Luo Hanxuan, she treated her like a brother, and naturally didn't want to see him bothered, so she comforted softly: "Okay, since the head of the sect has passed on your Hanxuan internal strength, he naturally has the intention of his old man, and there are three days before the sect competition, all you have to do is to win the championship in the big competition and get the qualification to go to the grand event." ”

Hearing this, Luo Hanxuan just sighed lightly, then his brows stretched slightly, and he looked at Liu Qingxue and chuckled: "Maybe I'm too worried, but Qingxue, your skills are really good!"

Saying that, Luo Hanxuan picked up a piece of fragrant chicken leg and gnawed it, even if the oil stains stuck to the corners of his mouth, he didn't care at all, and only in front of Liu Qingxue would he put away the cold character of the proud and light object!

Time passed quietly, and in a blink of an eye, it was time for the sect to compete, and after these three days of hard cultivation, Bai Chen finally improved his cultivation to the Eight Realms of Entering the Spirit, and he was also comfortable with the use of the Chenli Sword.

The area behind Xingyue Mountain was surrounded by forests, and the periphery of the back mountain was crowded with nearly hundreds of people, including a large number of people sent by other sects to watch the game.

Until noon, many disciples of other sects dressed in different robes came to the entrance of the back mountain one after another, most of these are outstanding disciples of the inner sects in other sects, representing their respective sects to watch the game.

At the entrance of the back mountain, the two Qingpao disciples are checking the people who came to watch the game today, not only to manage the order of the competition, but also to check that someone came here to fish in troubled waters.

"Qianshan sent a disciple Gong Jian to watch the game!"

A burly man with a height of nine feet and a brown robe walked over, and he took out a token engraved with the word Qianshan from his arms and handed it to the two blue-robed disciples, which was the sect token representing the identity.

After carefully observing it, the Qing-robed disciple nodded and signaled for release after confirming that it was correct.

"The dragon hunt sent Zhuge Yun to watch the game!"

A man dressed in a blue and white robe, slightly short in stature walked over, his figure was just the opposite of Gong Qing of the Qianshan Sect just now, only more than three feet tall, if it weren't for the face that looked vicissitudes, others would think that this person was just a child.

After Zhuge Yun handed over the token to the Qingpao disciple, he walked towards the back mountain with short steps.

"Elder Ghost Yi of the Dementor Sect is here to watch the battle!"

Soon, an old man in a black robe walked in front of him, wrapped in a black robe and exuding a cold aura, only revealing the old face, with a short and sturdy beard, and brown eyeballs sunken in the eye sockets, looking extremely strange and gloomy.

Hearing this, the two green-robed disciples looked at each other, and couldn't help but look at the Soul Sect Elder Ghost Yi in front of them in surprise.

In the human race, the most reputable is none other than the Dementor Sect, because of the cultivation method of this sect that is different from ordinary people, it is said that the elders of the Dementor Sect all use soul-absorbing spirits and other spirits to cultivate their own cultivation, the stronger the spirit body sucked, the faster the cultivation will be improved, and this cultivation method is attributed to a special mental formula that they cultivate, called the Soul Dementor Technique.

And this Dementor Sect is also one of the most notorious sects of the entire human race.

The two blue-robed disciples frowned slightly, looked at Zhuge Yun with some vigilance, and asked, "I don't know if the Elder of the Dementor Sect is here, if it's as simple as watching the game!"

Hearing this, Zhuge Yun under the black robe let out an unbearable laugh, raised his head slightly, a trace of weirdness flashed between his eyebrows, and said lightly: "Hahahaha, young man, my Dementor Sect came today without any malice, I just want to come to observe the demeanor of the younger generation of your sect, and your sect has not stipulated that this time Dabi will not allow my Dementor Sect to come, I don't know when, the various sects of the human race have such great malice towards my Dementor Sect!"

Zhuge Yun's slightly hoarse voice made his position clear to the Qingpao disciples, after all, the person who came was a guest, and if he added three more blocks at this moment, he would be suspected of being inconsiderate.

After hearing this, the two green-robed disciples had to turn around with a little hesitation and no longer stop them.

Seeing this, Zhuge Yun smiled slightly and handed the token to the disciple in the green robe, and then walked towards the depths of the back mountain with staggering steps.

After a long time, the spectator seats around the ring ring were full of people, all looking forward to the upcoming sect competition.

And the referee who presided over the big competition on the referee stage was the hall master of the Xuanbao Palace, and the four elders of the Xingyue Sect were reconnected.

"Boss, you said that this old man who doesn't show his head on weekdays, why is he so active in presiding over the big competition this time?"

In the audience seat, the five elders tilted their heads and asked Wang Lingwei next to him, and said in confusion, this stubborn four elders have always been buried in the Xuanbao Palace, and today they will come to preside over the sect competition, could it be that the sun came out of the west?

Hearing this, Wang Ling stroked his beard slightly, but smiled indifferently:

As for the fourth junior brother, he may have found what he wanted, isn't it better for him to do this!"

Just the day before the big competition, Chongtong secretly found Wang Lingwei and said to him that he wanted to preside over this sect competition, the head Wang Lingwei was also slightly stunned when he heard this, and some didn't believe his ears, although he had some doubts, he didn't ask the reason, after all, this is a good thing for the stubborn and boring Chongtong elders.