On the fifteenth day of the winter lunar month, the competition officially begins.

The Jilan Sect was very lively, and every sect participating in the lecture gathering gathered in the fighting field, preparing to show off the strength of their sect.

When the competition is over, Zhaozhangshi will release the latest ranking of Immortal Sect disciples.

The lists are all kinds of weird, and they are all set by idle people in this world.

The most important thing for each major sect is the power ranking list.

Whose name can appear in the top 100 of the power rankings, it symbolizes strength and glory.

The top three now are Jiangque, Zhuang Xiang and Wei Ji.

Jiangque is a disciple of Lidu. No one has ever seen him, but he is recognized as the ceiling of combat power.

The fourth and fifth places are both from the Chongyang Palace. They are the young palace lord Guan Kanshan and his romantic sister Guan Qing respectively.

There is no doubt about Guan Kanshan's strength, but Guan Qing, ranking fifth, may have to do with her crazy supporters.

Whether in the immortal sect or in the human world, Guan Qing is so popular. Even Gong Shiyu is very curious about how Guan Qing manages to make so many people fall in love with her.

Therefore, Cheng Xuecheng is temporarily ranked sixth, and the rest, the top ten, are all people from the Guanghua Club.

As for Zhou Meng, no one is willing to put her in the power rankings, because everyone knows that Zhou Meng has always been victorious. She has no idea where the Taoism she practices comes from. The various spells interact with each other.

If you mix it up, you can't be considered a serious monk.

Moreover, outsiders generally believe that Zhou Meng has an awkward relationship with all cultivators. Putting Zhou Meng's name in any position may arouse resentment from the people around him and may lead to an unnecessary debate.

Therefore, Zhou Meng was eliminated from the power list.

Fortunately, Zhou Meng did not plan to participate in the competitive competition this time.

Because Mo Long warned her that the loopholes might need to be repaired in the near future.

It would be so shameless to suddenly start fixing loopholes in a competitive match and roll around with your head in your hands in front of everyone.

When fierce cheers came from the fighting arena, Zhou Meng found the quietest place - at the foot of Moxiang Mountain - placed a ball of dream cloud, covered himself in it, and waited quietly for the loopholes to begin to be repaired.

Mo Long: "Are you ready?"

Zhou Meng: "Hurry up and start grinding."

Molong: "Fortunately, I calculated the place where the loophole appeared this time, otherwise, you would definitely make a fool of yourself in the competition."

Zhou Meng: "Hurry up and start."

Suddenly, there was a stinging pain in his head.

It feels like a lost insect has got into the brain, shaking its head left and right, looking for a way.

"It hurts! Nima, can't you be gentle?!"

Mo Long: "I am already very light."

Zhou Meng felt that Mo Long was welding inside his brain, with sufficient power and fire.

"It hurts!" Zhou Meng gritted his teeth and said, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat.

Mo Long: "The crucial step has arrived, hold on!"

In an instant, Zhou Meng felt as if someone had dug open the top of his head, and the drill kept drilling into the hole. A black curtain slowly fell in front of his eyes until everything became dark.

Molong: "Don't sleep Zhou Meng, don't sleep! If you sleep, I will go into hibernation. Then everything before will be in vain! Don't sleep!"

Zhou Meng immediately clenched his fists, and the black curtain in front of him was expelled by Zhou Meng's will, "No problem, Guan Gong scrapes the bones to cure the poison, Cao Cao opens the ladle to cure the disease, and I can also drill the drill to mend the brain."

Mo Long: "Cao Cao didn't open it."

Zhou Meng: "Then how can he recover from his illness?"

Mo Long: "He's not good."

Zhou Meng rolled around in the dream clouds and gradually curled up. Blood was drawn from the palms of his hands, and the wounds on his arms that had not yet fully healed were burst open again.

The temporal bones on both sides seemed to be misaligned, the forehead seemed to be opened, and the entire head seemed to be soaked in steel nails.

In the pool.

Molong: "Hold on, hold on."

The pain does not disappear in an instant.

When Zhou Meng's hair and clothes were completely soaked with sweat, and every muscle in his body shrank with tension, the pain finally slowly disappeared.

Mo Long: "Okay, it's over, it's over."

Zhou Meng didn't say anything, and there was nothing in his mind, so he fell asleep directly.

Mo Long also fell asleep with Zhou Meng.

Meng Yun quietly dispersed, and a cultivator came with a sword, landed next to Zhou Meng, gently picked up Zhou Meng's waist, and took Zhou Meng to a hot spring.

In the haze, Zhou Meng felt that he was soaked in warm water, and a white-washed person was bandaging his wounds next to him. He was not sure whether it was Cheng Xue or Wei Ji.

After waking up, Zhou Meng felt refreshed. When he lowered his head, he saw that his clothes were gone and there was a mist surrounding him.

Turning around, I saw Zhuang Xiang!

"Hey, Zhuang Xiang? What, you have thoughts about me? You took off your clothes for me? Then why are you dressed so neatly? Why don't you come over and join us?"

Zhuang Xiang suddenly remembered what Cheng Xue said - Zhou Meng will not only have one immortal couple.

"The wooden structure helped you take it off. I don't dare to offend you." Zhuang Xiang said, looking at the little wooden structure beside him.

"Tsk, boring."

"Why at the foot of Moxiang Mountain?" Zhuang Xiang asked.

Zhou Meng pointed to his head and said nonchalantly: "The sky mirror damaged my brain, and now it needs to be repaired every once in a while. No, it was just repaired."

Zhuang Xiang looked at Zhou Meng's careless appearance and couldn't believe that she had just repaired her soul.

Repairing the soul is comparable to enduring a catastrophe.

How can ordinary people endure such pain?

"Are you okay?" Zhuang Xiang asked.

Zhou Meng stirred up the water and said, "It's very good. It's full of energy."

"I'll go get you a set of dry clothes."

After saying that, Zhuang Xiang turned around and left.

Zhou Meng felt a little tired and fell asleep leaning on the stone next to him.

I don't know how long it took, but Zhou Meng woke up again and saw Zhuang Xiang standing blankly beside him, with clothes hanging on the crook of his elbow.

"Ah, thank you."

Zhou Meng waved and asked Zhuang Xiang to hand over the clothes.

Zhuang Xiang gave the clothes to the little wooden figure, but asked the wooden figure to be given to Zhou Meng.

"Tch, do you think I am a caring person? You don't dare to come over yet! Thank you, little puppet, for giving you spiritual power."

After getting Zhou Meng dressed, he turned around and handed Zhou Meng a stick of incense.

"What is this?" Zhou Meng asked.

"This... the incense of drunkenness can help the pain in your mind. Next time you repair your mind, you can use this spice to reduce the pain."

Zhou Meng took the incense and asked, "Why does this spice smell so familiar? It seems..."

Zhuang Xiang interrupted Zhou Meng: "Of course, there will be some backlash. As long as you use it in a deserted place, the backlash will be ineffective within an hour."

Zhou Meng asked curiously: "What kind of backlash?"

Zhuang Xiang turned his back, "Someone like Guanqing."

Zhou Meng understood immediately and immediately looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Hahaha, wow! Zhuang Xiang, you actually have this thing! But since you have it, I will light it up and smell it now, and then find a decent male cultivator in your Jilan Sect, hehe, hehehehe...

"

Zhuang Xiang held Zhou Meng's wrist and said, "Don't hurt innocent people."

Zhou Meng laughed and played with the spices. He was about to ask Zhuang Xiang where the spices came from. Suddenly someone came to Zhuang Xiang. He stopped all the way out and shouted: "Brother Zhuang, the sect master invites you."

Go to the meeting hall."

Zhou Meng suddenly thought that this was the place where Zhuang Xiang often bathed to heal his injuries. Zhou Meng had also peeked at Zhuang Xiang taking a bath here on the eighth day of September.

"Pfft..." Zhou Meng couldn't help himself.

"Why are you laughing?" Zhuang Xiang asked.

"Let me ask you a question, Zhuang Xiang," Zhou Meng said, holding back a laugh, "Which makes you more angry, watching you take a shower or secretly putting flower petals on you?"

Zhuang Xiang walked away without caring.

Zhou Meng laughed on the spot, then quietly followed Zhuang Xiang to the meeting hall.
To be continued...