Seven days passed in a flash, and the competition came on a warm day like spring.

Early in the morning, all the disciples gathered on the water platform in the village to wait for the competition, the scene was noisy, but not chaotic, everyone took the rank as the standard, and divided into several halls in an orderly manner, and the decoration and clothing of each hall were different.

Miao'er does not belong to Mingjing Hall, and her cultivation is in Liao Xuetang, which belongs to the Jindan period. Qinghe followed her to stand in the front row of Liao Xuetang and saw the entire water platform clearly.

On the opposite side happened to be Mingjing Hall, Yuan Xiu's figure was looming by the people in front of him, and the Ding Mengchao that Miao'er hated was standing in the first row.

The same blue shirt and white clothes, worn on Yuan Xiu's body, are as tall as bamboo, but when worn on Ding Mengchao's body, he lost his demeanor for no reason and looked a little mediocre.

Temperament is such an ethereal thing as not everyone really has.

His thoughts wandered, and Qing He suddenly remembered the prayer of a red dress like fire, and that lazy and evil skin was enough to make women all over the world fall in love.

After thinking about it carefully and searching for all the beautiful men in his mind, Qinghe couldn't think of anyone who could wear a red dress and wear a praying demeanor.

The sound of gongs and drums interrupted Qinghe's thoughts, and Feng Lao stood on the high platform and said loudly: "Everyone is quiet. ”

It wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it clearly, and it gradually fell silent.

"Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like a shuttle, the annual sect competition has finally arrived, presumably everyone is anxious to wait......"

Miao'er muttered in a low voice: "It's like these words every year, and my ears are calloused." ”

Qinghe nodded silently and said in her ear, "Are you sure?"

Miao'er raised her head and swore an oath: "Of course, I have made sufficient preparations for this competition." ”

Qinghe felt that something was wrong: "This is your first time participating?"

Miao'er nodded: "There are rules for the competition, and only those who are at least sixteen years old can participate." ”

Qinghe was clear, but he was thinking about how to enter the mirror of reincarnation without passing the competition.

The old man on the stage was still talking, and after the opening remarks, the last sentence was loud: "The competition starts now!"

Before the words fell, everyone in the audience was excited, ready to do a big job.

The first to play was Ding Mengchao.

I saw him holding his head high, his complexion arrogant, his eyes looked around the audience, and finally fell on Yuan Xiu in the crowd.

"Yuan Xiu, do you dare to come and fight me?" a disdainful expression appeared on his face.

Seeing this, Miao'er's face was full of anger and she almost rushed up, but Qinghe grabbed her in time.

"If he dares to hurt Yuan Xiu, I can't spare him!"

Qinghe followed her back and motioned for her not to be angry.

The eyes of the rest of the people brushed their eyes at Yuan Xiu, and for a moment he became the focus of attention of the crowd.

Yuan Xiu stood in place, his face impassive, but his curled fingers could tell that he was not in a calm mood at the moment.

Ding Mengchao continued to provoke: "What, you won't be afraid, right? Did the shadow of losing to me last year make you timid?"

The audience was silent, waiting for Yuan Xiu's answer.

Finally, Yuan Xiu raised his head, looked directly at Ding Mengchao, walked calmly, and walked onto the stage step by step.

In the distance, the morning sun rises, and the carrier pigeon flies by in the sky, leaving behind the aftermath of a whistle.

Yuan Xiu didn't say a word from beginning to end, raised his head slightly, and motioned for the other party to make a move.

Ding Mengchao smiled mockingly: "It seems that I didn't dampen your spirit last time, this time I must convince you to lose!"

After saying that, he clasped his palms together, and under the urging of spiritual power, a circular spirit disk gradually appeared behind him, and the surrounding wind suddenly rose because of the strong force, and even the heavens and the earth changed.

Someone exclaimed: "Sacrifice Spirit Yin and Yang Plate!"

Qinghe had never seen this kind of technique, so he asked curiously, "What is the Sacrificial Spirit Yin and Yang Plate?"

Miao'er's expression was a little serious: "The Sacrificial Spirit Yin and Yang Plate is a self-created move by Ding Mengchao, and its power is very powerful. The cultivation method of all the monks in this world is nothing more than gold, wood, water, fire, earth, the elements of the five elements, regardless of yin and yang, as long as yin and yang are solved, no matter who the other party is, they will be sucked into the yin and yang disk, and the spiritual veins will be confused and die. ”

She stared at Yuan Xiu on the stage tightly: "I don't know what level Ding Mengchao has practiced now." ”

As the spirit disc slowly took shape, Yuan Xiu's expression gradually became solemn, his wrist moved slightly, and a cold sword appeared in the palm of his hand.

The black and white yin and yang fish surrounded Ding Mengchao, and his expression became hideous: "I originally wanted to play slowly with you, but unfortunately time does not allow, let's fight quickly!"

Yuan Xiu was silent, his body changed, his toes were a little on his tiptoes, and the cold sword suddenly stabbed towards Ding Mengchao.

The competition was fierce, and the disciples stared at the two people on the stage for a moment, and everyone was inconclusive about who would lose and who would win.

Feng Lao sat on the rattan chair on the high platform, drinking tea slowly, not worrying about the two people below.

Occasionally glanced up, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Yuan Xiu, this kid, has grown in cultivation." ”

Diametrically opposed to his leisurely attitude, Miao'er clutched her sleeves, looked at the stage nervously, and didn't forget to ask Qinghe: "Who do you think will win?"

Qinghe pondered and said: "In terms of strength, Ding Mengchao is superior, but in terms of strategy, Yuan Xiuqi is superior, so I don't know." ”

After finishing speaking, I don't know if Miao'er listened to it, Qinghe sighed, and secretly said in his heart that he was concerned about it.

The competition was in full swing, and under the expectations of the audience, with Yuan Xiu's victory, the first competition came to an end.

Miao'er cheered for the first time, she walked quickly onto the stage and stood beside Yuan Xiu, the smug expression on her face made the embarrassed and unbelievable Ding Mengchao on the other side more and more embarrassed.

He muttered in a low voice, "Impossible", looking at Yuan Xiu's eyes became fierce, and he almost wanted to rush up and want to compete again, but he had no choice but to compete only once, and he was willing to gamble and lose.

Qinghe noticed that when Yuan Xiu stepped down, his posture was a little weird, presumably he was injured, Qinghe reminded Miao'er and made a favor.

The next competition was not as exciting as the first one, it was a little boring, Qing He looked left and right boredly, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of a person sitting on the roof in front of the water platform.

The slender hand was holding a glass of wine, and there was a pot next to it, with a faint smile on his face, and the eyes of the competition were the same as when he listened to the girl playing music in the flower building before.

Qi Rong seemed to notice Qinghe's gaze, turned his head to look at her, his eyes were facing each other, a pair of playful and evil charms, a pair of calm and waveless, and the two of them looked at each other from a distance.

The phoenix hairpin on his head disappeared at some point, and then he saw a little red bird falling on Qirong's shoulder, his head rubbing against his clothes, and his movements were very intimate.

Qinghe scolded secretly: This traitor.

After a brief moment of looking at each other, Qinghe looked away.

A familiar voice came to his ear: "You'd better not provoke him." ”

Shen Xun came to her side at some point, and said quietly: "That person is not simple. ”