He was gambling, gambling on Gong Changshan's kind of attack qi wave that overflowed his body, and the Soul Annihilation Finger was also limited, and it was impossible to use it all the time, and the Soul Annihilation Finger had a limit and after-effect, he didn't believe that the same powerful attack qi wave would have no limit. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Chang An, who let Gong Changshan's other hand clench his fist and keep hitting his back, showed a knowing smile at this time, he knew that he was right, Gong Changshan couldn't use the qi wave attack that overflowed his body, otherwise he wouldn't keep beating him with his hand.

Under Gongchang Mountain's fist, Chang'an, who kept vomiting blood, suddenly opened his eyes that were as hot as fire, and when the water swordsmanship was weak and spit out, a white light suddenly shot out from Chang'an's mouth, and instantly pierced Gongchang Mountain's head.

The tense and straight body, suddenly, softened down, and as the word success sounded on the fantasy martial arts arena, Chang'an's whole person showed an innocent smile.

Gongchangshan's body shattered in an instant, turning into blue light.

As soon as this blue light entered the illusion void, it seemed that the thunder was rolling, the clouds were boiling and rolling, and gradually, under a touch of spiritual light, Chang'an, which had reached the verge of collapse, suddenly jumped up and down, and there was still the miserable appearance before.

Chang An took a deep breath, then spit out, stood up, looked at the many numbers gathered in front of him, swept slightly, and couldn't help but fall on the number of two hundred, at this moment, excitement and excitement suddenly occupied his entire heart.

"My God, the black-clothed challenge was successful, and he actually squeezed down Gongchang Mountain, who has the name of a fierce beast, Senior Brother Gong. ”

At this moment, the sky was dark, and the full moon hung in the sky, but it did not reduce everyone's expectations in the slightest, and this exclamation completely made the silent disciple hall compound erupt into an unprecedented shout.

They were amazed and dumbfounded, looking at the black-clothed name who ranked two hundred on the disciple list,

Under the crowd, Chang'an quietly passed through the crowded crowd from the disciple's hall, and like the shouts of many disciples, Chang'an's face showed a strong sense of refreshment, squeezed to the stone spirit tablet, looked at his name, and became excited.

How many times, he dreamed of such a day, and finally achieved a big step.

"Hahaha, I'm Chang'an, destined to be a genius..."

When sleepiness hit, Chang'an looked at the people around him who were still excited, followed by a few shouts, with a relaxed and happy back, and gradually disappeared into the night.

This night, rumors about the black clothes spread throughout Nanfeng, and even some of the top 100 disciples on the disciple list who were indifferent to this showed interest and secretly discussed who the black clothes were.

Regarding the low-key and mysterious black clothes, they immediately disliked the fanatical worship in the entire Nanfeng, and in the end, many disciples who claimed to be black clothes even appeared, but they were all found to be fakes.

The topic of heated discussion brought by the black clothes not only made a large number of lonely disciples in black clothes appear in Nanfeng, pretending to be masters, and even in the end, the names of the black clothes reached the ears of several elders of the elders, reaching an indescribable level.

It can be said that everyone knows and everyone knows, admires, worships, fiery, disdainful, and many voices of disdain, there are many women who admire the people in black, these women, curious about the mysterious and low-key black clothes, have reached the horror, and finally even said in the disciple hall, if anyone finds the real black clothes, they have been with three Qingyang Pills.

Such an unconscious approach added fuel to the fire, and even pushed the black clothes to an unprecedented height.

And among this group of female disciples who were deeply curious about the black clothes, there was even Hou Yuwan, when she heard from others that the black clothes were fighting all the way and singing and advancing posture and deeds, she instantly regarded the black clothes as a target and tried her best to catch up.

Lin Jiaxin, who had insulted a puddle of mud in Chang'an before, also heard the boiling sound that he had been wearing in Nanfeng recently, and these voices all revolved around one person, a suddenly rising, unstoppable, low-key and mysterious black cloth.

As one of the top 100 disciples, although he didn't pay too much attention to this matter, there were too many voices to talk about, so much so that she could hear at least a dozen times a day about various legends about the black clothes, what heroes save the beauty, hoe the strong and help the weak, justice Ling Ran, and so on, which made her curious about the black clothes.

Especially when he learned that it was rumored that the strength of the black cloth was already comparable to the top 30 on the disciple list, this made Lin Jiaxin full of strong interest in this low-key disciple named the black cloth.

And leaving the disciple hall and returning to Chang'an, who returned to the rest house, the opening of the parent-child hall in the past few days, also experienced the dark feeling of being worshipped, listening to Qi Baifei discussing in his ear every day, as well as the admiration of the black clothes, Chang'an couldn't help the impulse in his heart several times, and wanted to tell Qi Baifei that in fact, the black clothes were himself, but in the end, he still held back.

The opening of the parent-child hall also gave Nanfeng many new faces, among which there were six or seven-year-old boys, eleven or twelve-year-old boys, young people around twenty years old, and countless girls who looked up and attracted many male disciples.

And every time this festival is said, the Nanfeng parent-child hall is very lively, just like the New Year, climbing the mountain to visit the parents of their children, each other is talking about each other's thoughts, laughter, it seems that everything is not important.

But in such a happy reunion, there are always a few lonely figures, out of place, appearing in the south peak, appearing in the woods, busy, feeling, looking up at the moon, hiding their faces and crying, hiding their inner fragility.

Looking at Ruoyu's happy smile in front of him, Chang'an held Ruoyu's little hand, stood on the edge of the mountain cliff, ate the candy he brought, looked at the brightly lit disciple hall at the end of his eyes, and made Ruoyu happy, wanting to forget their unhappiness.

After the laughter that concealed the loneliness in their hearts, Chang'an and Ruoyu fell into a brief silence.

After a while, Ruoyu raised his head, looked at the moon in the sky, and asked, "Chang'an... Did you say the moon had parents?"

"There should be... Maybe his parents, far, far away..."

Chang'an looked up sensitively, looked at the intoxicating night sky, and replied with a smile.

Ruoyu retracted her gaze, quietly, staring at Chang'an's delicate side face, the breeze blew, blowing away a few strands of long hair in Chang'an's ears, and also blowing closer to the distance between the two, only to see Ruoyu blushing, moved her body, and gently leaned on Chang'an's seemingly tender shoulder, but made her feel at ease.

Chang'an's body trembled slightly, covered Ruoyu's tender and boneless little hands, and subconsciously tightened, smelling the faint fragrance of Ruoyu's body, and for a moment, the empty heart seemed to be occupied by an indescribable, but wonderful feeling, full and also warm.

The candy in the mouth also becomes sweet, like sponge.