Predecessors all over the world

Today is the tenth day of the challenge. The competition has entered a white-hot stage. The disciples in the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stages have been challenged. Feiying was unexpectedly popular and was challenged by many disciples of the same generation.

What is about to begin now is the Golden Pill stage competition.

This is naturally the most valuable of all competitions. The martial arts platform was filled with spectators early, and the heads of Guiyuan Sect and the leaders of the other four sects were all present (the remaining three sect leaders were in seclusion), and two more lords were also present.

The scene of the Yuanying True Lord from the Beast Mountain and Danxin Sect is really quite good.

This time the competition is related to the subsequent battle with the demon cultivator. Not only Guiyuan Sect, but also the elite disciples of Danxin Sect and Beast Mountain have also reached the level of 7788. The masters are proud of the masters, and everyone is eager to try.

At the beginning of the game, someone took the position quickly and said loudly: "I am wrong to go to the King of the Beast Mountain. I'm asking for a fight against Wen Qian of the Kunmen of the noble school. I wonder if fellow Daoist Wen is there?"

Someone answered: "Senior Sister Wen went out to practice and has not returned yet."

Wang Chou seemed disappointed, but soon he called another person's name. The man was a disciple of the Kan Sect of Guiyuan Gate. When he heard that he was challenged, he couldn't wait to shout: "I'm here."

The two began to fight.

The disciples who were watching could not blink their eyes, sometimes amaze and sometimes suddenly realize that almost everyone gained. This is also one of the purposes of the sects to hold competitions, allowing the disciples to improve their abilities by watching others' battles.

Feiying has been fighting for three days and is tired. Now he can finally sit down and watch the game. He is talented, but he lacks experience in fighting because of the protection of his elders. Whenever he sees others fighting with formations, he will suddenly feel desire.

Try: "Ah, it's OK! I'll try it next time."

Yin Miaomiao was not as obsessed as he saw. When he reached their level, others' methods of fighting against enemies could only be used to broaden their horizons and could not be taken directly. He had to integrate his own Taoism. She was just free.

Looking at Wang Cuo's spiritual pet and the other party's formation with fun, thinking about how to crack it if he was.

Although formations of the same realm are excellent, since the principle of formation is the weaving of spiritual power, as long as it destroys its operating route, the formation will be destroyed without attacking, commonly known as the demolition flow.

Wang Chou's challenge ended soon. He did not challenge others anymore and went off the stage to adjust his breathing.

As soon as he left, someone went up again and said loudly: "Please fight against Kunmen Li Xintong."

"Wow, this is Senior Brother Lu from Dui Sect." Feiying was shocked and said gossip, "He likes Senior Sister Li!"

Li Xintong had a happy temperament and flew onto the stage: "Here you come." As she said that, she pulled out her long sword and looked heroic, "Look at if you can beat me this year."

Senior Brother Lu said: "I lost, I will come back for ten years. If I win, please give me a look and ask me to have a meal. How about it?"

A strong cheer broke out from the audience: "Promise him!"

Li Xintong laughed: "You win first and I'll talk about it. See what you want!"

The weapons collided, and they were crisp and ding.

"If I press a spirit stone, it must be Senior Sister Li's victory. If Senior Sister Li wins, she will definitely challenge the junior uncle." Feiying shook her head, "It's like this every year, and there is never an exception."

Yin Miaomiao couldn't help laughing: "Is that true?"

"It must be. When the junior uncle comes, he will wait for the challenge on the stage, one kicks and one." Feiying shrugged, "There were bets before, but now they are gone."

Yin Miaomiao chuckled softly and suddenly said, "Hey, don't tell you that I'm here at my uncle."

“Why?”

She said seriously: "What if he wants to fight me?"

"It's very likely." Feiying was not suspicious at all. "Uncle Junior lost to you last time, maybe I want to get back the scene this time. If you two fight again..."

"It's embarrassing whoever loses and wins. After all, I'm here to visit." Yin Miaomiao made an excuse considerately, "Just go back and visit him."

Feiying was convinced: "Oh, I know."

While speaking, Senior Brother Lu was overturned to the ground by Li Xintong's sword and vomited blood. Li Xintong said, "Give up."

"It's still early." Senior Brother Lu coughed a few times, rubbed the blood on his lips, and got up with difficulty. "Junior sister doesn't have to show mercy. Since it's a competition, she should do her best."

Li Xintong was very moved, and then hesitated to come out the sword without hesitation.

"Senior Brother Lu is not good at fighting at all. He is a formation cultivator." Feiying said with relish, "For the sake of Senior Sister Li, he turned into half a Dharma cultivator. The power of love is really great."

Yin Miaomiao joked: "I heard that Qiu Yan and Lin Ding practice hard, maybe it is the power of love?"

Feiying thrust his face: "I want to imitate my uncle...uh...imitate my master! I will be determined to seek the truth and will not stop until death."

"You are still young, there is no need to draw conclusions so early. Someone seeking immortality with you may not be a bad thing." Yin Miaomiao wondered if he and Xiang Tianya had set a bad example in the past, so that children regarded their relationship as tigers.

But Feiyinggan said simply: "No interest."

"That's fine, just follow your wishes."

Soon, the battle on the stage came to an end. As Feiying expected, Li Xintong won. Senior Brother Lu patted the dusty Taoist robe and sighed: "Thank you for your advice from junior sister, I will come back in ten years."

The bystanders sighed, and a female cultivator was particularly sympathetic: "Senior Brother Lu is really infatuated."

Her friend joked: "Then you are worse than..."

Before he finished speaking, the other party made a firm statement: "But I choose Uncle Mu!"

Friends: "…"

Li Xintong sent off Senior Brother Lu apologizedly, looked around, her usual generous appearance made her feel embarrassed and embarrassed: "That... please fight against Uncle Mu."

Feiying clenched his fist and hit the palm of his hand loudly: "I know!"

Someone who was flirting with the will was about to say that Mr. Mu was in seclusion, and a cold voice suddenly sounded, pressing down the hot temperature a little bit: "Come on the challenge."

There is a quiet surroundings.

The next second, Mu Tianguang's figure appeared on the performance stage, dressed like ink in black, as before: "Please."

Li Xintong took a deep breath: "Please give me advice."

It was clearly a summer heat, but snowflakes floated from the sky, and pieces fell into his palms and turned into a sword like ice and snow.

Mu Tianguang held the snow and slashed it down.

In an instant, ice and snow covered the entire martial arts stage.

The Lord Zhaotian Zhenjun from the Limen said to the head: "The spiritual energy is touched by the sword intent and reverses the four seasons, which is much more diligent than during the Fengyunhui."

The head of the sect looked relieved: "Yes, Tianguang's understanding of Yishui Sword has become more profound."

In the field, Li Xintong felt cold all over her body, and the cool air penetrated into the cracks of her bones, but she gritted her teeth and stopped it, abandoned her distracting thoughts, and waved the sword in her hand with all her concentration.

The spiritual sword swallowed and spitted out the treasure light with amazing momentum, but it was blocked by the snow in the falling snow. The sword tip easily resolved her offensive.

Li Xintong was a little surprised. She challenged Mu Tianguang not once or twice. She knew that his sword intent was mainly "frozen, cold, ruthless, cold and hard". If it were in the past, if it had just been slashed with one sword, it would have been fast and ruthless.

Her mouth was numb.

But today... he just picked her sword away lightly.

Softer and stronger.

A quarter of an hour later, Changjian took off her hand, and she happily gave in: "Thank you, Uncle Mu, for your advice."

She got off the stage, but Mu Tianguang didn't move and asked indifferently: "Is there anyone else?"

I saw a delicate woman in yellow shirt squeezed away with her extremely exquisite body technique and appeared on the stage: "My younger generation, Ran Xiang, please give me advice."

...

Half a day later, he asked for the tenth time: "Is there anyone else?"

There was a silence under the field.

Mu Tianguang turned around and wanted to leave. Unexpectedly, Li Xintong suddenly remembered something and said, "Uncle Mu, fellow Su Wei from Chongxiao Sect is here, do you want to challenge her?"

She thought very well. Mu Tianguang was defeated by Yin Miaomiao in the first place. It should be because he had regrets. It would be better to be a coincidence than to get there. Since he met, why not compete? Anyway, Uncle Mu was successful in seclusion anyway.

, surely beat her.

"Who did you say?" Mu Tianguang suddenly turned around, "She is here?"

Li Xintong was shocked: "Yes, yes, but if you are not there..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw silver light appearing in Mu Tianguang's eyes. She accidentally met the eye that broke the barrier, and suddenly felt that her skin and flesh were cut open, and she was directly seen in her internal organs.

I had to take two steps back, don't turn my face, and never dare to look at him again.

The same was true for others. They felt that they were looked at by those silver eyes. Not to mention that their underwear was cleaned, they could not even keep the secrets in their hearts and stomachs. They were chilly all over and had no sense of security at all.

However, Mu Tianguang was unable to find anyone.

The Breaking Eye can only see through her cherry green clothes. If she deliberately avoided it, used the breath-catching technique, or left directly, then even these eyes would not be able to find her.

He was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes, and left without saying a word.

He walked straight back to his yard, and a familiar figure caught his eye. He was dressed like snow, slim and colorful, smiling at him: "I have been waiting for you for a long time, will you please come in and sit?"

"Miao...Miaomiao?" His voice was difficult, "Why are you here?"

Yin Miaomiao looked at him: "Don't want to see me? That's my own risk."

"No." He looked complicated, "I thought you didn't want to see me."

I just don’t want to see you in public. Yin Miaomiao whispered, but smiled: “Can you sit down and talk? I’m so tired when standing.”

Mu Tianguang lowered his eyes: "Come in."

Yin Miaomiao followed him into the house and saw a simple house without expectation. The cultivation world is really an extreme place. Some monks are extremely gorgeous, with countless servants, and some love simple, bare and snow caves, and there are no decorations.

, living there, it didn't feel the silence.

"I'm here..." he hesitated, "Nothing, just sit there."

Yin Miaomiao turned around and sat on the couch next to her. The wooden couch was hard and hurt. It was empty behind her waist and there was not even a pillow, which forced people to sit upright: "Do you have tea?"

"Wait a minute." He went out and called a serious disciple to come over, asking him to prepare some tea and pastries for guests.

The serious disciples knew that Yin Miaomiao's identity was different, so they were not surprised that Mu Tianguang was cautious and quickly brought herbal tea and fruit cake.

Mu Tianguang pushed the teacup over and said lightly: "Tea."

Yin Miaomiao looked at the person sitting opposite him with a smile: "Why is this expression open in broad daylight, and the windows are all open? Are you afraid that I will deal with you?"

"What's the matter when you look for me?" he asked.

"Since you are out of seclusion, you won't come to visit me, Yu Li is not in harmony." She leaned against the small table, her eyes circling, "If you don't feel welcome, don't worry about me too much, just drive me away."

He pursed his lips: "I don't refuse to welcome you."

She smiled: "That's good."

The author has something to say: Cough cough! Meeting~~

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