The fat man is still in shock.

"Don't stand still!

Song Zhong let go of the hand on the fat man's shoulder, raised his foot and kicked the fat man's buttocks.

The fat man almost fell.

The fat man came back to his senses, and Song Zhong had already gone far away.

"Song Zhong, you wait, one day I will defeat you!"

"That's really exciting. ”

Song Zhong waved his hand and left in style.

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and quickly followed.

In the crowd, many people made way for Song Zhong.

The disciples rubbed shoulders and stretched their necks one after another, wanting to take a serious look at who Song Zhong was sacred, and defeating a first-class master was as simple as eating and drinking.

Song finally enjoyed everyone's gaze, and there was a little secret joy in his heart.

No one applauded him in his previous life, but he will definitely live a wonderful life in this life.

He looked at the helpless, curious, and shocked faces of the disciples in the crowd, and he felt comfortable in his heart.

Among the high-ranking members of the Holy Sect, many high-ranking officials looked at Song Zhong intently.

Song Zhong's straight back left a very deep impression on them, they hadn't seen such an arrogant swordsman for a long time.

I haven't seen it for at least 10 years.

Ten years ago, there was also a swordsman who was as arrogant as Song Zhong, and that swordsman's sword was being used by Song Zhong at the moment.

Mo Taixu pondered for a moment, if the Holy Sect Great Competition was carried out according to the previous process, the top five should have a place for Song Zhong.

However, last night, a calamity star fell from the sky, and the process of the Holy Sect Dabi was changed.

Tomorrow, when the top 16 are decided, three of the four heavenly kings and the five hall masters will go down the mountain and go to the disaster area for disaster relief.

Just thinking about it, Song Zhong and the two had already walked away, and from the seats, they could only vaguely see the small backs of the two.

...............

...............

It's night again.

The night breeze blew and depressed the branches and leaves of the jujube trees in the yard.

Under the jujube tree, the swordsman was sitting cross-legged with a blood-red sword on his knees.

In the room, there was a snoring sound that shook the sky, and the snoring sounded like thunder, but the swordsman was unmoved.

The white moonlight poured down through the cracks in the branches, hitting the swordsman's face, leaving a dappled and bright shadow on his face.

The night in September was still so hot that it made people sweat.

Staying in the room, the swordsman can't stay anyway.

It's too hot after all.

"Rustling", the leaves rub and fall a few pieces down.

The swordsman under the tree opened his eyes suddenly, and he clearly felt that there was a person standing at the gate of the courtyard.

The comer's footsteps are steady, his breath is long, and he is a first-class master.

The swordsman stared at the courtyard gate intently, his heart was already moving, and he already held the blood-colored sword in his hand.

If someone came to assassinate him, he would immediately fight with him.

"Squeak. ”

The courtyard door opened, and the sound of pushing the door open was clearly audible in the still quiet night.

But the fat man in the room was still asleep, and he didn't have the slightest intention of waking up.

The swordsman affirmed in his heart: "If the fat man goes down the mountain alone to do the task, it is easy to be killed by the thief in the middle of the night." ”

The swordsman was thinking wildly, and while scolding the fat man for being too alert, he stared at the courtyard gate.

The next moment, a beautiful figure appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

The figure was wearing a long white dress, the long skirt perfectly outlined her figure, and a green silk flew down, and she could vaguely be seen carrying a package on her back, and a delicate sword pinned to her waist, as if she was going out.

She is the Holy Daughter of the Holy Sect, Mo Xiaoxuan, the daughter of the Sect Master.

The swordsman looked dazed, in the middle of the night, why did Mo Xiaoxuan come to the mortuary without sleeping...

Mo Xiaoxuan is still carrying a bag...

Can't she think about it, and plan to come to the mortuary to lay on the floor?

As soon as Mo Xiaoxuan entered the door, he saw the swordsman under the tree, and immediately hurriedly stepped forward.

A gust of fragrant wind hit his face, causing the swordsman to sneeze directly.

Mo Xiaoxuan ignored this trivial matter, she took the swordsman's hand and turned around to leave.

Mo Xiaoxuan muttered to herself: "You have been cultivating in the courtyard tonight? I was looking for you, and I thought I was going to wake you up." ”

The swordsman was even more dazed at this time.

"Wait, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing?"

Mo Xiaoxuan was stunned for a moment and said, "Damn, I forgot to tell you." ”

Mo Xiaoxuan let go of the swordsman's hand, walked straight to the stone table, and sat on the stone bench.

"I'm going down tonight, and if it's tomorrow, I won't be able to go down. ”

"That plague must have killed a lot of people. ”

"Hurry up and pack up, I know there's a trail down the hill that leads to the bottom of the mountain. ”

"I've got the horses ready. ”

Song was stunned.

I thought to myself that you would go down the mountain tonight, but why did you come to me?

And does this plague have anything to do with your descent from the mountain?

No, what does it have to do with me when you go down the mountain?

Why do I feel that I can't even understand half of the punctuation marks that this saint said?

Song Zhong looked sideways, his face full of doubts.

Mo Xiaoxuan was stunned, and stared at Song Zhong.

After a few breaths, Mo Xiaoxuan patted his head and suddenly said: "I forgot to tell you, in fact, the Great Competition of this Holy Sect has changed the process, after the top 16 are decided tomorrow, it will set off in the afternoon, led by the three Heavenly Kings of the Northland Spear King, the One-armed Knife King, and the Phantom Night Qin King, supplemented by the five hall masters of the Holy Sect, and lead all the disciples to the place where the disaster star landed to provide disaster relief." ”

Mo Xiaoxuan continued: "The way to select the leader of Dabi now is not to fight in the ring, but to see who can solve the disaster caused by this calamity. ”

Song Zhong was surprised.

"Wouldn't my chief, then..."

"Leader, you're a little worse than me, and you still want to take the leader..."

Song Zhong's expression suddenly became serious, if he couldn't get the leader, the undercover plan that the head of the family ordered him would be cold.

He finally went undercover for three years before waiting for the opportunity of this year's Holy Sect Competition, and now Mo Xiaoxuan actually said that the rules of the Holy Sect Competition have changed, isn't this a pitfall...

Mo Xiaoxuan looked at Song Zhong with a worried look, and couldn't help but persuade: "Hey, you don't have to be discouraged, as long as we go down the mountain in advance, we can reach the place where the disaster star descends in advance, and no matter what we do at that time, we will be much faster than the disciples of the Holy Sect who came down the mountain late." ”

Song nodded at the end of the line: "I understand the reason, but why do you want to secretly go down the mountain? Isn't it good for you to follow the big army tomorrow? Besides, it doesn't matter if you take the capital or not." ”

"I said, I won't be able to go down the mountain after tomorrow. I overheard my father's discussion with the black-faced fist of the left protector, and my father was afraid that I would go down the mountain and suffer, so he didn't plan to let me go down the mountain. Mo Xiaoxuan paused and continued: "It really doesn't matter to me if the leader is the leader, but if such a fun thing doesn't count me, I'm angry, my father won't let me go down the mountain, I have to go down the mountain, I want to be angry with him." ”

Song Zhong looked at Mo Xiaoxuan with an angry appearance, and once again felt the woman's troubles.