Many years ago, there was a little girl who was lonely and helpless since she was a child, wandering all over the world, until one day, she was brought into the Qinglou by an old bustard in the Qinglou and slowly raised.

When the little girl became more and more beautiful, the old bustard finally sent her into a room with the heavy money of a rich merchant.

After that day, the little girl became a little woman.

Until one day, she met a deacon from Qingxi Jianchi, who saw her cultivation qualifications after the spring breeze and took her into the mountain gate.

At the same time, the deacon had other sinister thoughts.

After entering the mountain, she began to practice without any problems, and in addition to this, she also had to entertain the deacon, and even later, the deacon gave her to an elder as a ladder for promotion.

She once resented the injustice of fate, and thought about suicide more than once, but she was stopped by that unwilling heart.

Until one day, she saw a bright red dress and met a flamboyant teenager.

The red clothes were like fire, and she pounced like a moth.

At least, she doesn't have to endure tossing and turning on different pillows.

Who would have thought that the fiery red robe did not burn itself, but tried its best to use its own light to shelter the darkness from all around.

She had the happiest two months of her life.

She prayed that every wandering heart like her could find an eternal destination under a beam of light.

Her name is Yu Zhi, she used to feel miserable, she used to feel very happy, and now she feels sad.

She gently picked up Shi Sheng, stepped out of the ring, and walked towards the mountain gate.

The crowd automatically made way for them to make a way that led down the hill and also into the unknown.

Chen Qingfeng instructed a deacon to be sent to the mountain gate.

During the whole process, no one in Qingxi Jianchi said a word.

Therefore, Yu Zhi's steps are also firm and decisive.

The clouds receded, the sun returned to the earth, and the clouds slowly opened their eyes, and the sun near noon was a little dazzling, but it was much more solid than the shadows.

In order not to interfere with the game, Pei Zhen helped Yunluo onto the futon and reluctantly went back.

At this moment, watching Yunluo slowly wake up, all the people who cared about him breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiaodao Tong Li Zi jumped up and down excitedly, and unsurprisingly asked for a volley chestnut, and his sitting posture became regular, but the smile kept rippling on his little face, this is called pretending to be forced to slap his face, this is called counterattack and counter-killing, this is my plum's favorite bridge! This Yun brother is so handsome, so majestic, so domineering, you friend and I Li Zi have made a deal!

The little monk Dora's little chubby hands are also folded on his chest, thank you Buddha, thank you Dashi, you must have heard Dora's wish, right, Doro must chant the sutra a few more times when he goes back, practice hard, and never pour incense ashes into the master's fasting rice and tofu soup again.

Bai Song's cold voice was full of concern, "How's it going?"

Yunluo looked at him, "The only way to do this is to face the difficulties." ”

Bai Song replied to Bai Qingyue's words, and was given back and forth to Bai Song by Yunluo word for word.

The two of them smiled heartily, and then quietly breathed.

Yunluo's wounds were visibly scabbed to the naked eye, and the speed made everyone on the viewing platform and the audience stunned, what kind of demonic physique was this!

But the time was still too short, and the scab was only halfway through, and the deacon of the Sword Sect had already begun to announce the list of the top eight.

The matchup in the quarterfinals is the same as that of the top 16, and it is still a selection.

The order of selection is from the smallest to the largest according to the numbers drawn in the previous lot, in order:

Qingxi Sword Pond Wei Xingyao, Xiling Sword Sect Yunluo, Xiling Sword Sect Bai Song, Buddhism Doluo, Taoist Zixiao Palace Plum, Xiling Sword Sect Yu Fengxue, Dongshan Xie Jia Xie Bao, Xiling Sword Sect Mei Branch.

The first four choose their opponents from the bottom four, and many people choose one person, and they can still be reversed.

However, there is no need to go on stage again this time, and after the audience is determined, you can go on stage in turn to compete.

For Yunluo, he has just ended a tragic battle, and it is still difficult to raise his hands and feet at the moment, and the second round of competition will start soon, which seems so unfair, but the strange thing is that Chen Qingfeng, Pei Zhen and others have not raised any objections.

Because they all know that the Great Dao cultivation, luck itself is a very mysterious thing, and there is never fairness at all.

It's just that this does not prevent them from feeling distressed and nervous.

Lu Qi pinched his cuffs tightly, his two green jade fingers rubbed uneasily, looking at Yunluo's injured appearance, he was inexplicably a little distressed.

Pei Zhen leaned over and smiled sheepishly, "Nervous?"

Lu Qi's face flushed slightly, "You're not worried?"

Pei Zhen said indifferently: "What are you worried about, it's good if you can't admit defeat, as long as you don't have to worry about your life, he said that in the wind and rain, this injury is nothing!"

Lu Qi frowned, "What are you talking about?"

Pei Zhen smiled, "A little song I heard on the side of the road." ”

Li Hengshan, who had a fierce face, stood up at this time, and the disciples in the audience were suddenly silent, thinking that they had been silent before, and they would come out to show off their might.

As the only remaining seedling in Qingxi Sword Pond, Wei Xingyao's face was not half proud, he thought calmly, and then reported a name to the deacon of the Sword Sect who was waiting on the side, Xiling Sword Sect Yu Fengxue.

Not only the surrounding audience, but even Yu Fengxue himself was very surprised, among the last four, Xie Bao of the Dongshan Xie family won the hard battle, almost lost his combat power, who chose him almost definitely entered the next round, what did Wei Xingyao think.

Chen Qingfeng and Bai Qingyue's eyes both had a dignified look, this Wei Xingyao's strength is definitely not weak, what kind of calculation is Chai Yupu playing?

Xie Bao's eyes lit up, he thought that his promotion path had come to an end, Wei Xingyao didn't choose himself, who is the second one, Yunluo!

Although he is very powerful, he is injured worse than himself, maybe it is really the road to the sky?

The expression of joy froze in an instant and became shocked, but such shock was not so conspicuous in the exclamations that came and went in the whole audience.

It's all because of the name that Yunluo reported, "Plum." ”

It's not Xie Bao, who is powerless, but the strongest plum in the last four?

Some people even began to wonder if Yunluo hadn't watched the previous game and thought that Li Zi was the weakest.

Zhou Mo sighed softly: "Good boy." ”

Yan nodded coldly and looked at Chen Qingfeng, "Sect Master Chen has accepted a good disciple. ”

Chen Qingfeng felt more and more guilty in his heart, feeling that he was sorry for this child.

Bai Qingyue said to Chen Qingfeng in his heart at this moment: "I used to look down on him before, and even had a lot of contempt, but now it seems that I am narrow-minded. ”

Chen Qingfeng's heart was a little narrow, "Isn't it because of Bai Song." ”

Bai Qingyue also smiled and said, "I always thought that the sect master was a kind person. ”

Talking and laughing, the knot is fully resolved.

On the futon, Bai Song looked at Yunluo, "You don't have to be like this. ”

Yunluo smiled freely: "Senior Brother Bai doesn't have to worry about it, my family knows my own affairs, I can't go any further, it's good to win you more rest time." ”

What else did Bai Song have to say, Yun Luo said: "For the sake of the Sword Sect." ”

Bai Song was silent for a long time, sighed, and said Xie Bao's name to the Sword Sect deacon.

Xie Baoru mourned.

Only the little monk Dora was left, and after Li Zi squeezed his eyebrows at him for a while, and heard the master's heartfelt message, he reported Li Zi's name to the deacon of the Sword Sect.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Chai Yupu's mouth, "Interesting, really interesting." ”

According to the rules, it was time for Li Zi to oppose the election at this moment, he chose Doro without hesitation, and Yunluo could only go to fight against Meizhi.

The only civil war in the Sword Sect, Yunluo could only apologize to Mei Zhi, and Mei Zhi smiled back.

When the four groups of matches were confirmed, Wei Xingyao stepped into the ring first, and Yu Fengxue also got up on stage.

Yunluo seized the time to recover from pranayama.

In the shouting and cheering of the disciples of the Sword Sect, Yu Fengxue held a long sword and stood proudly.

Wei Xingyao began the battle in silence, and then ended the battle in silence.

Then he walked out of the ring in silence and recovered quietly.

There were still residual blood stains on the corners of Yu Fengxue's mouth, and he solemnly said to Bai Song: "Senior Brother Bai, he is very strong. ”

Bai Song nodded, looking at the other side of the ring with a cold look in his eyes.

Yunluo came out in second place, got up slowly, asked the deacon of the Sword Sect to find a new robe for him to put on, cover the scars on his body, and slowly walked towards the ring.

Silently feeling the little true qi that had just been stored in his body, the fingers holding the sword gradually stabilized.

Mei Zhi stood on the stage, looking at the figure of Yunluo slowly moving forward, with a trace of admiration in his heart, but more vigilant.

The sword style he used in the battle with Shi Sheng just now was so powerful that it was not at all like what a Second Realm cultivator like him could trigger, and I don't know which sword scripture in the Sword Pavilion he practiced.

If he can still use that kind of sword, the outcome of this game may be a little uncertain.

He tried his best to remember the two swords that Yunluo, how he should resist them, and then found out weakly, a little troublesome.

Body and physique have never been what they are good at, and there is no way to stop Yunluo from getting close, the only thing that can be relied on is his true yuan body.

After a soft sound, the battle began.

Yunluo's true qi is insufficient, he is seriously injured, and he can only attack, unfortunately, Mei Zhi has the same idea as him.

Under Mei Zhi's sword qi, Yunluo was difficult to dodge, even if he tried his best to control the small amount of true qi, it was rapidly consuming, and the scars on his body were even more cracked, and the blood re-infiltrated the brand-new robe, which looked very miserable.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Yunluo's eyes, desperate! aroused the gambling in his temperament, gamble!

Just like at the beginning, he dared to assassinate Pan Chonglou as a mortal.

Yunluo rushed straight forward, fighting his left shoulder with a sword, and the sword intent of his body was released without reservation in an instant, making Mei Zhi's sword stagnate slightly, and under this stagnation, Yunluo's sword suddenly provoked from below, and the vitality of heaven and earth was agitated and gathered, as if rolling up a monstrous wave.

Jing Yuheng's sixteen sword style third style, the waves crashing on the shore.

Mei Zhi had never been to the beach, he had never seen the waves, and he thought that the waves should be like this now, crashing on the shore and rolling up thousands of piles of snow.

But he was not as strong and steady as the shore, and under one blow, he was swept away.

Fortunately, Yunluo's true qi was really insufficient, and Mei Zhi was not hit hard.

Unfortunately, Mei Zhi looked at his feet that were already standing outside the ring, smiled bitterly, and arched his hand towards Yunluo, "Congratulations to Senior Brother Yun." ”

Yunluo drooped his shoulders, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and then fell straight to the ground.

Pei Zhen naturally played the role of carrying again, gently picked up Yunluo, helped him to the futon, and then waited for him to wake up again.

Yan shuddered and involuntarily stroked his palms and exclaimed, and Zhou Mo also nodded again and again.

There was no suspense in the battle between Bai Song and Xie Bao, and Bai Song, who had not recovered much, also easily defeated Xie Bao.

However, Xie Bao is actually satisfied, and he has entered the quarterfinals, the key is that among the six giants, he has gone the farthest, and it is not ashamed to lose to Bai Song.

Yunluo also woke up, looked at Pei Zhen, who was allowed to accompany him by Chen Qingfeng as an exception, and said with a smile: "Am I amazing?"

Pei Zhen thought for a while, "I'm not far away, continue to work hard." ”

Yunluo nodded solemnly, "Okay." ”

Yan showed a smile on his frightened face, it seems that the relationship between the fourth prince and Yunluo is really good, so it is really good.

Li Zi and Doro kept their two little heads together on the way to the stage, whispering something, and many of the high-ranking people present couldn't help but eavesdrop and hear a discussion that made them smile bitterly.

"How are we going to fight in a while?"

"How to fight, how to fight!"

"It's hard for me to hit that turtle shell of yours, and it's hard for you to hit me too, aren't you tired?"

"Otherwise, everyone else is bruised all over the body, and you are still afraid of being tired?"

"After the two of us finished fighting, it is estimated that we will be like that old brother Yun. ”

Doro and Li Zi turned their heads and quietly glanced at Yunluo, and shivered, it was really miserable.

"What then?"

"How about we two not use the true element, we don't need to practice magic, how about fighting like children?"

Doro's eyes lit up, "Okay!"

So, in the stunned eyes of the audience, Xiaodao Tong Li Zi and the little monk Duoluo came to a long and funny Wang Baquan battle, and finally separated the winner with Li Ziduo's kick.

This battle has won Yunluo precious recovery time, and even some scars have begun to fall off, but even with the blessing of the formation, the true qi in the body has only recovered one-third.

However, I can finally fight.

The top four have been determined, Qingxi Sword Pond Wei Xingyao, Xiling Sword Sect Yunluo, Xiling Sword Sect Bai Song, Taoist Zixiao Palace Plum.

The Xiling Sword Sect still occupied two positions, which made the elders on the viewing platform and the Sword Sect disciples in the audience feel good.

Even for those Sword Sect disciples who had ridiculed Yunluo before, Yunluo's two victories were so hard-won, and they were even more ashamed.

So in the eyes that looked at him, it was rare to have a lot of respect.

When it comes to the semi-finals, the method of selecting people is no longer used, but the draw of lots to determine the two groups of matchups.

Then the winner goes to the final, which naturally has nothing to say.

The deacon of the Sword Sect took out four wax pills, and there were four numbers on them, one and three against each other, and two and four against each other, which was simple and clear.

In order, Wei Xingyao, Yunluo, Bai Song, and Li Zi each chose a wax pill.

Wei Xingyao vs. Yunluo, and Bai Song vs. Li Zi.

Yunluo's expression was calm, as long as he didn't draw Senior Brother Bai, it was actually not bad, and at this point, how could there be soft persimmons to pinch.

If you really want to talk about soft persimmons, you may be the biggest soft persimmon.

Pei Zhen asked in a low voice, "Still fighting?" or give up." ”

Yunluo shook his head, "If you can consume one more point, Senior Brother Bai will have one more chance of winning for a while." ”

Pei Zhen couldn't help but didn't ask him, what if Senior Brother Bai lost.

Wei Xingyao held a long sword in his hand, and went to the ring first, after two battles, he barely consumed much, and he breathed for a long time, and his state was stable and powerful.

Yunluo put on a new robe, drooped his left shoulder, and walked into the ring.

Wei Xingyao looked at Yunluo, who had been silent, and suddenly said, "I also want to fight you to the death." ”

Yunluo looked at him in astonishment, his brows furrowed.

There was a categorical refusal on the viewing platform again, and Chen Qingfeng looked at Chai Yupu coldly, "Master Chai, I need an explanation." ”

Yan was frightened and angry, staring at Chai Yupu.

The crowd where the disciples of the Sword Sect were booed from the sky, and they were indignantly condemning Qingxi Sword Pond's shamelessness and treachery.

Chai Yupu's face did not change, "What is there to explain this, the disciple is happy when he sees it, and the battle of life and death has to be understood, it's normal!"

Chen Qingfeng said coldly: "I refuse." ”

A voice sounded in the distance, "No, you have to say yes." ”

As he spoke, Wei Hongyi, who was dressed in black, walked over slowly, and the words just now flew out of his thick lips.

Chen Qingfeng chuckled in his heart, it seemed that a conspiracy had only reached its climax at this time, and he arched his hand slightly, "Master Wei, what does this mean?"

Wei Hongyi's footsteps stopped in front of Chai Yupu's seat, causing Zhou Mo, Yan and others to shrink their pupils.

He didn't answer Chen Qingfeng's words, but smiled at Yunluo and said, "Young Master Yun, we meet again." ”

Yunluo looked at him and was silent, roughly understanding what the situation was in his heart.

Wei Hongyi continued: "You have two choices now, first, follow me to Si Wencao, and then go to Tianjing City to be investigated and interrogated; ”

Yan was shocked in his heart, Si Wencao, as the loyal dog of the Daduan Emperor, actually dared to say such a thing as never entangled with him again, it must have been instructed by Yang Hao himself. What is the background of this cloud falling, which can cause such a disaster?

Zhou Mo obviously thought of this layer as well, his eyes were a little puzzled, and it was a choice?

Chen Qingfeng was entangled, did he really want to break with the imperial court head-on?

He quietly instructed Bai Qingyue to take the Changtian Sword and put it into the center of the sect's great array in case of accidents.

Bai Qingyue looked at him deeply, turned around and left, but Wei Hongyi didn't stop him.

Chen Qingfeng gritted his teeth, I'm sorry once, I can't be sorry for the second time, and he was about to speak.

A figure appeared in the ring out of thin air, and the old man Jiang put one hand on Yunluo's shoulder, and while quietly crossing into the real yuan, he said coldly: "There is an old man, don't you think!"

Wei Hongyi narrowed his eyes, "Jiang Jianshen is really alive." ”

In the exclamations and commotion that suddenly sounded in the field, Wei Hongyi's voice was steady and powerful,

"So, Jiang Jianshen wants to resist the decree?"