() The noisy crowd around him gradually became quiet, leaving only the lively screams from several other arenas.
A dark long sword lay quietly on the old wooden boards on the second floor, as if abandoned, leaning against the wooden planks of the walkway.
If it hadn't been for the shining light from time to time, even people walking on the long worn wooden walkway would not have noticed the existence of the black sword here.
Mu Qingyan frowned slightly, and the small blue sword held lightly in his left hand showed no intention of unsheathing. Mu Qingyan just stared at the 'person' opposite him without moving.
The people watching in the audience looked at the two people standing still on the stage with some curiosity. A crowded small wooden table stood among the crowd. Countless pairs of greedy hands placed their spiritual stones on the painted name of Xiaoyan.
half of the wooden table.
Gradually……
The half of the wooden table depicting Xiaoyan has completely blocked Xiaoyan's name, submerging it into a small pile of sparkling spiritual stones.
On the other half of the table, the word Ling Chen was written. This half of the table was empty and desolate.
"Give me a hand"
Wuchen struggled to squeeze through the crowd and came to the wooden table where he was buying bets, panting heavily.
On the wooden chair in the middle protected by two big men, a bookish middle-aged man saw Wuchen squeezing through the crowd and came to him. He stood up enthusiastically and said;
"Senior Brother Wuchen, come and buy a bet. How much will you pay for Xiaoyan?"
"Why did you let that kid go up? He only has the cultivation level of the fifth heaven. Don't you feel guilty for doing this?"
Wuchen looked at the bookish man in front of him with a livid face and yelled angrily.
"He built the mountain himself, named it, and insisted on going up there. We don't have a rule here that people with low cultivation cannot go up. Who can blame him?"
The bookish man saw Wuchen scolding him, and the warm face he pressed against him was replaced by a cold face. His face changed involuntarily and he counterattacked Wuchen in a cold voice.
The two strong outer sect disciples around him gave the anxious Wuchen an imposing look. The meaning was self-evident, don't even think about causing trouble here.
There was a burst of laughter from the surrounding crowd, and that pleasant smile was so harsh to Wuchen's ears.
"What's going on, senior brother, that boy Ling Chen is only at the fifth level of Xiantian, what kind of wind is this?"
An Jinxuan finally squeezed through the meat mountain barrier in front of him, broke through to Wuchen, and asked with concern.
"Let's go. I'm going to go up and ask that bastard today if he's full enough to hold on?"
The corners of Wuchenqi's mouth were trembling violently.
"Haha, I read that right, the fifth level of Xiantian? How come the people from the Servant House are so well-dressed..."
"Damn it, weird things like this happen. Brother, hurry up and suppress Xiaoyan."
"I've already suppressed you. Can the fifth level of Xiantian defeat the fifth level of gathering souls?"
"You must have gotten in through the outer gate through connections, and now you come out to compete in the ring. It makes me laugh...haha..."
The people around were talking about each other, and the words that came out made Wuchen, who was walking in the crowd, embarrassed. With An Jinxuan burying his head, he continued to squeeze towards the corner closest to the ring...
An Jinxuan, who was following Wuchen, was filled with worry and confusion.
"You admit defeat"
Mu Xiaoyan stared at the 'man' opposite him expressionlessly.
Ling Chen's heart was churning endlessly. From the moment he entered the ring to now! She didn't call him senior brother? Has Xiao Nuan forgotten me?
Although Ling Chen was calm on the outside, he was already shocked inside. He didn't pay attention to the ridicule from the audience.
He didn't hear the noise in the audience!
Everyone in the audience cast disdainful looks at him, and his calm expression made those who looked at him with disgusted looks like he was looking at garbage a complete failure.
Therefore, there were once again louder taunts than before from around the ring.
"My cultivation level is so low! I must have come through the back door."
"I still want to come up and show my face..."
"Asking for trouble"
Ignoring the sarcasm in the audience, Ling Chen stared carefully at that extremely familiar face.
The slightly raised face was beautiful and translucent, and the calm and gentle black eyes overflowed with a calm indifference, seeming indifferent and arrogant, blocking Ling Chen's eyes.
The green gauze is rising, and you look up along the corners of the green skirt embroidered with silver threads. The sleeves are fluttering in the wind, rising gently with the passage of the breeze, and then falling gracefully. It is as beautiful as a fantasy.
The green dress is fluttering in the wind, the hem rises and falls, and the jet black hair reflects the luster as bright as the sun. The big ethereal eyes twinkle like stars, and the soft eyelashes flutter softly from time to time.
This is exactly the junior sister I am familiar with! But...
At this moment, he glanced at himself with a look that would repel people thousands of miles away? Under Ling Chen's calm surface, he was filled with doubts, entanglement, unwillingness, and even a trace of anger.
"You admit defeat, you are no match for me"
The arrogant woman with a calm face and a watery face said softly.
"Xiao Nuan"
Finally, Ling Chen called out his junior sister's nickname, expecting the familiar yet unfamiliar 'person' in front of him to respond to him.
"Should we fight or not..."
"Xiaoyan, beat this fifth-level innate trash who entered the sect through connections..."
"Garbage that relies on connections..."
"Garbage that relies on connections..."
People always have a mentality of blind obedience to ignorant things. This can be seen from the enthusiastic slogans shouted by the many outer disciples in the audience.
For this darling who was born in the fifth level and was able to enter the outer gate, there was deep jealousy deep in their hearts. It was this unequal treatment that made them shout and not feel tired.
"What? Junior Brother Ling works very hard, okay? His qualifications may be a bit lacking, but you can't say that about him."
In the distance, Xiao Yu listened to everyone scolding Junior Brother Ling as a 'connected person', his little face became angry, and he vented his anger towards Fatty Su next to him.
"Senior sister! Stop getting excited. It's useless for you to be so angry at me. I didn't scold Junior Brother Ling."
Fatty Su has a mournful face, he is so unlucky today! He didn’t want to go down the mountain in the first place, that guy An Jinxuan, yes! It’s all his fault!
Fatty Su, who was full of complaints, hated An Gezi in his heart. Looking at Xiao Yu's fierce face, he didn't dare to show it.
Poor Fatty Su went to his grandma's house...
Turning back to the ring, Mu Qingyan's delicate eyebrows looked at Ling Chen who was whispering in confusion, and then turned back to the previous indifference.
Stop thinking about it!
After confirming that the strange man was calling him, Mu Qingyan spoke coldly and gently;
"I'm not the person you said, you made a mistake——"
"You..." Ling Chen, who vaguely guessed the result, trembled slightly, and sure enough... he still took it? Was it amnesia? Or some other reason...
Ling Chen has determined that the woman in front is his junior sister. Even if she turns into ashes, he still recognizes her appearance!
It is basically impossible for two crisp green leaves to appear in the world, so there must be some other reason that caused the current junior sister to forget herself and forget the past.
Ling Chen, who had recovered his memory and past events, calmly analyzed Xiao Nuan's current state.