Xin Tong's beautiful eyes shine brightly, but she has been looking around for a long time but has not been able to find Chang Xi's figure in the lively martial arts performance venue.

"He is not a late personality. How could he be late for such an important thing?"

Xin Tong, who has always been arrogance and never asks about other things, will lose his mind every time he meets Chang Xi late. Chang Xi disappeared twice, and he was able to return with great danger that ordinary people can't imagine. He was afraid that his lover would encounter some difficulties again. The beauty in black dress, who was anxious to brow. If it weren't for the senior sister beside her holding her arm tightly and admonishing her, I'm afraid this crazy girl would have pushed Jiufeng upside down again.

The first competition of the second day began. The disciples of each peak and thousands of sects from the floating platform shook flags and shouted, and the sounds soared into the sky. At this time, at the bottom of the Mirror Lake, a thousand-foot-foot-sized lake, the frost-covered straw raincoat was quietly sitting cross-legged.

The Yin-Yang Koi beside the floating straw raincoat was slightly plump compared to last night. The two black and white koi lip whiskers changed from about three inches to extremely slender seven inches long. The swaying fish whiskers around pulled out strands of black and white things, and wrapped around the straw raincoat like a water grass in the lake, penetrated into the body and disappeared.

The handsome boy who had been pushing the mill for a whole night was so tired that he was panting, his arms and legs were sore and numb. He wiped off the sweat from his forehead, as if the luster of the spiritual body became dim. He took a deep breath, and his short body climbed up the stone mill with great difficulty. He looked at the thick and thick pure liquid in the stone mill cavity, and pulled the corner of his mouth as if he was relieved. His hands gently tapped on the stone wall, and the boy also said softly.

"Master, it's noon, and the sun is shining on your butt!"

The surface of the viscous liquid in the ancient well seemed to tremble for a moment, but it still didn't react for a long time. Yuehong, who had been exhausted, became increasingly dimmed and no longer urged her. Her hands and feet were weak and her feet were unable to spread, and she fell asleep on the stone mill like this.

The viscous liquid, as quiet as deep well water, gradually rippled, and then the bubbles rolled like boiling soup, and a pure and powerful aura filled the air, as if something was slowly awakening in the depths.

The two tentacles in the spiritual liquid trembled out, gradually split into the shape of five fingers, and the ten fingers supported the stone wall and struggled out little by little. The viscous liquid twisted and changed, and gradually became the prototype of the head, neck, limbs, and torso. It seemed that an invisible carving knife carved the delicate facial features on the head, carving a warm young master with a face like a crown, jade sword eyebrows and starry eyes. When the figure took a step forward, the spiritual liquid had returned to Chang Xi's original appearance.

The silent temperament revealed an indescribable and strange charm. Chang Xi bent down and picked up Yuehong who was sleeping on the stone mill. He couldn't bear to wake up the well-behaved boy who had worked for him all night and jumped off the stone mill. He was the master of the space in this sword, who mobilized his spiritual power between his fingers. The delicate sand as snow on the beach condensed into an exquisite sand bed, putting Yuehong in it. Chang Xi bent the corner of his mouth and couldn't help pinching the small nose. The body of the spiritual consciousness gradually dissipated with the stone mill.

After the gentle young master and Shimo disappeared in this sea of ​​swords, the well-behaved boy curled up in the sand bed turned over and searched for a comfortable position to continue sleeping soundly, with a warm curve slightly raised on the corners of his mouth.

"I wish the master a victory, huh..."

The frost covered with the face of the straw raincoat, cross-legged at the bottom of the lake, melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the sword bell in the Niwan Palace reappeared, and the Vajra body circulated into a golden light, frozen until the purple and withered palms were full of flesh and blood again, and the withered and prosperous body faintly matched the true meaning of life and death.

A pair of eyes slowly opened at the bottom of the dark lake.

There was a winter thunder rising under the mirror lake, and shadows surrounded by black and white Yin and Yang Pisces broke through the lake. The female disciple guarding the mountain gate turned his head when he heard the sound, and felt a sudden burst of flowers in front of him. A thick straw raincoat and purple bamboo fishing rod appeared in his hand. The black fox fur figure that absorbed Yin and Yang Pisces into his body smiled at the two stunned female disciples at the mountain gate, and then pulled out afterimages in the air and went straight to Qingyu Square with a ray of golden light.

"Tianjian Peak, Liao Fan."

"Tianxiufeng, Chang Xi."

The young Tianjian Peak disciples carrying an ancient sword box, wearing a blue jacket, stood with their heads down on the side of the martial arts platform and closed their eyes to rest. They did not get angry at all because of their opponent's delay. Most of the sword techniques learned by the inner disciples of Tianjian Peak are fierce and domineering. They drink blood immediately after the sword is released, and they kill themselves by drinking blood. Some even have the sword power as powerful as the sky thunder. If the disciples of Tianjian Peak are thrown into the ranks, each disciple can become a thousand enemies in the battle formation.

The rules of the competition are strict and will not be delayed infinitely because one side did not arrive in the written test. This disciple of Tianjian Peak, who had not made any distinctive statement, shining yesterday, resisting the elites of Qingyun Peak's inner sect like a reef in the waves and undefeated. Finally, he endured for a long time and started a sudden attack when his momentum was weak. In front of everyone, he staged a peak show of the following defeat. Even the disciple of Qingyun Peak who unfortunately lost with one move could not help but sigh that he lost in the hands of his junior brother.

Thousands of disciples with red wintersweets waving on the Tianxiu Peak seat were worried. They looked around and couldn't see Senior Brother Chang Xi. They were anxious like ants on a hot pan. On the contrary, many disciples on the Tianjian Peak seat were whispering and whispering, all of whom were confident in winning.

"Senior Brother Liao Fan is indeed powerful. He was able to defeat Qingyun Peak yesterday. Today, Tianxiu Peak can definitely be easily defeated. Yan Zhang, who has lost half a step in the Nascent Soul Realm, is like a tiger without teeth, not afraid of it."

"It's already this time that hasn't come yet. Could it be that the boy Chang was afraid to see Senior Brother Liao Fan Jian Bitianwei yesterday and did not dare to show up to participate in the competition?"

"It might be possible that this is really possible. Chang Xi is only at the early stage of the Golden Pill Realm. When he meets Liao Fan in the late stage of the Golden Pill Realm, he has almost no chance of winning. Perhaps it is because of his face that he has been afraid to show up."

Many of the disciples watching the battle in the Tianjian Peak seat stood on the side of their senior brother Liao Fan, and determined that Tian Xiufeng Chang Xi was afraid of war and dared not show up.

Sun Dapang, who loves money in Tianjian Peak, but suffers from the martial arts field that covers too wide, cannot open a gambling house. Hearing the gossip around him became more and more harsh, he couldn't help but shout: "But didn't Senior Brother Chang's two half-step Yuanying realm threaten Senior Sister Yu Qianqian's two half-step Yuanying realm of the beast-hard Beast Peak? Look at his chic look, he is definitely not a flirting person."

Thousands of disciples on the Tianjian Peak seat suddenly became quiet. Many Liao Fan's friends stood up to argue a few more words, but Chang Xi's palm that pushed away the wind and snow wolf tiger was constantly replaying in his mind at this moment, and they were then silent and unable to sit down. Those were two monsters that were actually half-step in the Nascent Soul Realm. If you fight alone, your senior brother Liao Fan might be able to win with the supreme sword technique of Tianjian Peak, but if you face two monsters that obviously cooperate with each other at the same time, your chances of winning are less than 30%.

After waiting for a long time, Chang Xi entered the field. Just as the referee elder was about to raise his hand to signal Tian Xiufeng to abstain, there was a trembling weather explosion in Qifengfeng hundreds of miles away, and countless floating platforms in the sky looked back.
Chapter completed!