Hearing Liu Zifeng's question, Yue Zixuan's face turned red, as if something on her mind had been said. When I just wanted to say "you stupid", I saw Liu Zifeng's black and white eyes, all of which were calm, and I didn't know what to say for a while.

"If Senior Sister wants to go, I'm happy to go, no problem. ”

Liu Zifeng suddenly smiled, happy like a seven or eight-year-old child. At this moment, he suddenly seemed to be in the wind and rain, like a towering tree, covering the thick branches and leaves all over his body, sheltering this small flower that had just bloomed from the wind and rain.

Why are you smiling?

Liu Zifeng didn't know, he was so sad that he wanted to cry, but he didn't want to cry anyway.

If that's the case, my sister will look down on me even more, right?

"Senior brother, you ......"

Yue Zixuan suddenly stopped talking, and felt a pain in her heart for no reason, as if she had lost something important.

Liu Zifeng turned his back and no longer looked at the extremely familiar pretty face. I suddenly remembered a sentence that Zhou Lao once said: Mourning is greater than heart death!

Cultivators, countless predecessors have pursued the path of immortality, but they have finally turned into loess on this road. Faith is immortal, and countless younger generations are tireless, resolutely still moving forward.

Mourning is greater than the heart is immortal!

Liu Zifeng thought so, can you let go? Can't let go! How sad is the heart dying, and if the heart does not die, isn't it even more painful sorrow?

He muttered, "The family matter has not been successful, but I am like this......"

Even so, he was only a nineteen-year-old boy. Practicing the two mental methods, don't dare to slack off day and night. I always want to relax, but I always dare not stop.

Fortune Fortune looked at him and sighed in his heart. He seemed to be ignorant of feelings, but at this moment, he clearly felt Liu Zifeng's state of mind, and warned himself not to be like him.

The square was bustling, the draw had begun, and no one noticed it for a while.

"Liu Zifeng!

Yue Zixuan's eyes were red, and she suddenly let out a low shout, but was immediately drowned out by the noisy voices in the square. But this sound clearly came into Liu Zifeng's ears, which made him shake all over.

Since the moment she worshiped the Falling Moon Peak, since the first time she saw Yue Zixuan, she had never directly called out his name. In the past, most of them called him stupid, and when he was serious, he called him a junior brother, and that's it.

Liu Zifeng turned around slowly, looked at Yue Zixuan's slightly reddened eyes, tried to restrain his fluctuating emotions, and pretended to be natural: "Senior sister, what's wrong?"

Yue Zixuan looked at his unnatural expression, and suddenly smiled, and suddenly the ice and snow melted like spring flowers, and the whole world seemed to be a little brighter.

"Let's go draw lots!"

After speaking, she stepped forward and grabbed Liu Zifeng's arm and squeezed into the crowd in the distance.

Pinching the number plate in his hand, Liu Zifeng saw that it was painted with cinnabar with a "two" character pattern, so his opponent was the person who held the same number plate as him.

Yue Zixuan drew the eleventh, and the fortune teller drew the nineth, and the three of them looked at each other's number plates, and they all knew it.

"Today there will be a contest between the disciples of Shenyang Peak and Xinghua Peak, and the winner will be able to participate in the follow-up trial conference. Because of the small number of people in our Falling Moon Peak, we can directly enter the follow-up trial. ”

Yue Zixuan explained on the side, Liu Zifeng looked at it fixedly, and sure enough, not far from the place where the three of them drew lots, there was still a group of Luoxia Sect disciples who were drawing lots.

After about half an hour, and about everyone holding a number plate in their hands, Ji Zhengfa walked to the center, cleared his throat and said, "Next, the trial is the beginning." The No. 1 to No. 50 stations are at the No. 1 "Qinglong" station, the No. 51 to No. 100 are at the No. 2 "White Tiger" station, and the "Suzaku" and "Xuanwu" stations are in order. Today's ordinary disciple trial will be held, and the winner can rank among the top twenty-four and challenge those with the same number of cards!"

Only then did Liu Zifeng understand that in the lottery box he was in, there were only cards from one to twenty-four. In another lottery box, there are number plates from one to two hundred, if you meet people with the same number plate, you have to have a competition, if there is no bye. The twenty-four people who won the final victory today will re-draw lots tomorrow to fight against Liu Zifeng and other twenty-four people, the winner will stay, and the loser will withdraw from the trial. In the end, it was a duel of twenty-four people, and a total of the top six were contested for the final trial outside the sect.

Then there is nothing to do with Liu Zifeng today, Yue Zixuan pulled his arm and didn't let go, and gave him a blank look and said, "Stupid, follow me to see!"

After a few glances around, Yue Zixuan chose the nearest "Vermilion Bird Terrace". At this time, the two disciples on the stage were already ready, and they each took up their magic weapons to escape the light, and seeing that the clothes were dressed, it should be that the two Shenyang Peak disciples were fighting.

These two people's cultivation is not weak, one is in the fourth layer of Qingxia Realm, and the other is the first appearance of the fifth layer of Qingxia Realm, which looks like half a catty and eight taels. The magic weapons of the two are both flying swords commonly used by ordinary cultivators.

Maybe it's because most of the people from the main peak of Shenyang are not low, and the scene of the battle is also splashing with light, you come and go, attracting a group of onlookers and disciples to applaud one after another. Yue Zixuan pulled Liu Zifeng into the crowd, and she didn't know how to squeeze to the front of the crowd, and suddenly saw that the two of them were fighting hotly.

"'Red Flame', Disease!"

Among the two disciples, one of the disciples, who had a slightly black complexion, gave an order, and with the change of the seal in his hand, the immortal sword magic weapon called "Red Flame" in front of him was full of fire, turning into a red streamer and galloping towards the opposite side. The other disciple on the opposite side was a little pale, as if he had fallen behind in the fighting method, and after seeing the flash of red light, his face did not change, and he hurriedly raised his magic weapon and sent out a white light to resist.

When it was too late, the red light obviously carried the power of the scorching sun, and everyone watching the battle on the edge of the platform could feel a sudden heat wave, and they couldn't help but change color slightly, and they all held their breath and stopped talking.

In an instant, Chiguang and Bai Mang collided between the two, and suddenly there was a loud "boom". A chaotic air flow stirred up in the center of the platform, and from time to time two colors of light flashed, which was very beautiful.

And under such entanglement, the two colors have never been able to gain the upper hand, and there is a faint appearance of being evenly matched. In the staring eyes of everyone, it became smaller and smaller, and when it completely turned into a small transparent air flow, there was another earth-shattering movement.

"Boom!"

Two streams of air of various colors flew out from the middle, and swept towards the two people in their hands, causing them to change color at the same time. It was too late to resist, and the red, silver, and white rays of light went straight into the bodies of the two of them.

The dark-skinned disciple was hit by this dark energy, and suddenly his entire body continued to retreat backwards for dozens of steps before stopping, holding the ground with a sword in one hand, leaving a deep mark. The other pale disciple also shook his body a few times, and took two steps back to stand still.

Neither of them made another move, and just when everyone watching the battle was wondering, the long sword held by the disciple suddenly broke into two sections, and the whole person fell to the ground involuntarily, unconscious and no longer able to fight.

As the elder in charge of the "Vermilion Bird" battle platform announced the results, everyone recovered from the wonderful contest, and suddenly there was a round of applause from the audience.

Yue Zixuan crossed her arms around her chest, and said to Liu Zifeng, who was fascinated: "Let's go, what's the point of this kind of competition? Let's go look elsewhere." ”

Liu Zifeng let out an "ah", and followed Yue Zixuan out and squeezed out. There were a lot fewer people in the square, and most of them were gathered around the four battle platforms, shouting and shouting wildly, so lively.

Leaving the "Suzaku" platform, not far ahead is the "Qinglong" platform. There are especially many people with the same sect here, not to mention that the head of the sect and the elders are all seated here. Although the elite disciples in each peak have not yet participated in the battle, the "Green Dragon" battle platform at this time is the most lively in comparison. Yue Zixuan dragged Liu Zifeng away, but a familiar figure in front of her suddenly stopped, just in front of the two.

The person who came in white clothes and white robes was the Shenyang Peak Fang Yanqi who had just left. In fact, he has not stayed away just now, although he has never heard Liu Zifeng and Yue Zixuan talking, but his eyes have never taken his eyes off Yue Zixuan. When the two of them left the "Suzaku Terrace" and came here again, their hearts moved and they pretended to meet by chance.

"Senior Sister Yue, I'm more familiar with this place, why don't I take Senior Sister over to have a look?"

Fang Yanqi's expression was extremely gentle, and his demeanor was also mellow and casual with no shortcomings, he said with a smile like this, and added at the end: "If Senior Brother Liu is also interested, you might as well follow behind me and Senior Sister Yue." ”

Liu Zifeng's face sank, how could he not hear the faint contempt in his words, but it was just because Yue Zixuan was in front of him and did not say it clearly. Anyway, in Fang Yanqi's eyes, this kind of Liu Zifeng did not pose the slightest threat to him. Whether it's cultivation or talking.

The three of them were standing when they suddenly heard a gentle voice from the high platform: "Yanqi, Zixuan, you all come here." And you, come up together!"

Fang Yanqi and Yue Zixuan looked up, only to see the real person on the high platform looking at the two with a smile on their faces. Liu Zifeng also looked up, and Luochen Zhenren's gaze stopped on him for a moment, and moved towards Ji Zhengfa's lips on the side.

Fang Yanqi's expression was a little different, and he didn't know why the master would call Liu Zifeng over. However, he obviously didn't dare to question the master's order, and the three of them walked around the crowd, and at the same time walked to the high platform and saluted in unison: "The disciple has seen the real person of the head (Master), the master (Uncle Ji), and the elders. ”

After Yue Zixuan pretended to salute, she ran to the real person in charge, blinked her eyes and asked, "Uncle Master, do you really miss me?"

Ji Zhengfa laughed when he heard this, and said: "Your master is busy to death on weekdays, where can I have time to remember you little girl?"

Yue Zixuan suddenly pursed her mouth, her face straightened, and Luochen Zhenren also smiled and pulled her to her side, and said lovingly: "How can the master not want you? Don't listen to your master's nonsense, I have asked you to come to Shenyang Peak several times, your master shouldn't have told you, right?"

Yue Zixuan stuck out her tongue, and knew that it was not a frolicking occasion for many people here, so she stood by Ji Zhengfa's side. And Luochen Zhenren first looked at Fang Yanqi and asked, "Yanqi, what number of tickets did you draw?"

Fang Yanqi didn't dare to slack off in front of so many people, and bowed down and said, "Master, the disciple drew the 'two' lot!"

Luochen Zhenren smiled and nodded, and Ji Zhengfa beside him also asked Liu Zifeng: "Sixth, what are you?"

Liu Zifeng's face was strange, and he said after a while: "Master, mine is also the 'second' number......"