As the Star-Shattering Sword flew at extremely high speed, Fanchuan and Wanling hugged each other tightly, neither speaking to each other, but looking forward with wandering eyes.
At this moment, not far in front of the flying sword of the Broken Star, there was a burst of bustling noises. Fanchuan looked for the sound and saw many Yeyue Gates standing on the ground not far in front.
Cultivation disciples are very densely packed
Noisy. After seeing it clearly, Fanchuan realized that this was another Yeyue Gate Arena Competition. Looking back at the last arena competition, it seemed as if it happened just yesterday, but it had already happened.
Thirty years have passed.
"The Yeyue Sect's thirty-year arena competition has begun again. Should we go and take a look?" Wan Ling also noticed the situation below, so she turned her head and looked at Fanchuan with a pair of watery eyes.
"Linger, do you want to see it?"
"kindness!"
"Okay, let's go down." As he said this, Fanchuan began to suppress the speed of the Star-Shattering Sword, found an open space not far from the arena competition venue, and prepared to land the Star-Shattering Flying Sword here.
As the Star-Shattering Flying Sword fell, a hint of joy appeared on Wan Ling's face. He looked at the many Yeyue Sect cultivation disciples in the competition arena and said happily: "This year's competition will definitely be fun!"
"Then let's go and take a look." Fanchuan put away the Star-Shattering Flying Sword, stretched out his hand and naturally took Wan Ling's little hand, causing Wan Ling's face to blush for a while.
Fanchuan took Wan Ling's little hand and walked quickly to the outside of the competition venue. Just as he was about to enter the competition venue, two Yeyue Sect cultivation disciples with average cultivation levels suddenly ran in front of him.
"Who is it? Only when you sign up can you enter..."
The two cultivation disciples wanted to shout loudly, but after seeing Fanchuan's face clearly, their legs trembled a little, and they knelt on the ground and started to stutter.
"Fan... Sect Leader Fanchuan, don't... I don't know how powerful the Sect Master is, I... I..." As he spoke, this cultivation disciple actually slapped his own face. While slapping, he hesitated from time to time.
What.
Upon seeing this, Fanchuan immediately stretched out his hand to help the two cultivation disciples, with a smile on his face, and said in a gentle tone: "Brothers, get up quickly, don't blame yourself, this is your duty, I won't blame you
of."
After hearing Fanchuan's words, the two cultivation disciples were stunned for a moment, looked at each other, and then became excited again and said happily: "Thank you so much, Master Fanchuan, for your forgiveness, and thank you so much, master!" After saying that, the two cultivation disciples
He wanted to kneel down again, but Fanchuan stopped him.
"Then...then I'll announce the arrival of the sect master!" A cultivation disciple couldn't restrain his excitement and said, after saying that, he wanted to turn around and run into the competition venue.
"Wait a minute, no, we are just taking a look, so we won't disturb the competition among the brothers and sisters." Fanchuan immediately stopped him.
"Oh... follow the instructions of the sect master." The two cultivators were a little surprised by Fanchuan's instructions, but they immediately bowed and saluted in response. After saying that, they both stepped back and stood aside.
"Shall we go in?" Seeing that no one was guarding the entrance to the competition venue, Fanchuan turned to look at Wan Ling beside him and asked softly.
"Yes!" As he spoke, Wan Ling started running first, grabbing Fanchuan's hand and running towards the competition venue.
When Fanchuan and Wan Ling disappeared into the competition venue, the two cultivators who had just guarded the entrance to the competition venue were looking at each other and discussing something.
"Hey, tell me, wasn't it Senior Sister Wan Ling who was standing next to Sect Leader Fanchuan just now?"
"Yeah, what's the matter?"
"Senior Sister Wan Ling, the sect master, and the two of them..."
"Why are you asking so many questions? Go check the entrance!"
As he spoke, another cultivation disciple slapped the puzzled disciple next to him on the head and walked away angrily.
At this time, the competition venue was filled with cultivation disciples from Yeyue Sect. The cultivation realms of these cultivation disciples were also different. Some had not yet reached the Yuan Zhen stage, while others were already at the Cheng Zhen stage.
However, relatively speaking, there are still many cultivation disciples with low cultivation level.
Fanchuan held Wanling's little hand and walked quickly through the crowd. He didn't stop until he found a place with few people and where he could clearly see the competition on the ring.
At this time, Wan Ling, who had just stopped following Fanchuan, immediately raised his head and looked towards the ring, his eyes shining with joy. But after Wan Ling took a closer look at the cultivators competing on the ring, a look on his face
The joy was even greater, and Wan Ling immediately tugged on a corner of Fanchuan's hand, pointing his other little hand towards the ring, and then said happily: "Fanchuan, look, isn't that Zhong Bei?"
Fanchuan, who originally had his eyes on the many cultivators in the field, heard Wan Ling's shouting and immediately looked towards the ring. After seeing clearly the cultivators competing on the ring, Fanchuan also said happily: "Hey
, it’s really Zhong Bei, didn’t he go back with Sister Ziyue?”
"Then I'm not sure someone wants to come to the ring to compete? No way!" Wan Ling looked at Fanchuan's handsome face and said with feigned disgust.
"Haha, yes, brother Zhong Bei's cultivation level is quite good." Fanchuan had already tested Zhong Bei's level of cultivation from the first time he met Zhong Bei and asked what he said.
I have just entered the Yuan Zhen stage, and I have just condensed the Yuan Zhen Spiritual God.
Zhong Bei, who was competing on the ring at this time, was holding a cultivation sword that glowed with light blue light. He was moving vigorously through the attack range of his opponent, and from time to time he would hit a stream of true energy to interfere with the opponent's sight.
At this time, the cultivation level of the cultivator who was opposing Zhong Bei was actually at the middle stage of Yuan Zhen, which was one level higher than Zhong Bei. But judging from the direction of the situation, Zhong Bei was even better. This made Fanchuan start to feel deep in his heart.
I started paying attention to Zhong Bei.
Then many cultivation disciples in the audience cheered, and a knowing smile appeared on Fanchuan's face, because Zhong Bei, who was competing on the ring at this time, finally used the light blue sword in his hand to swing up and down with one blow.
The Se Cultivation Sword was suppressed directly at the opponent's throat. At this time, many Cultivation disciples under the ring couldn't help but cheered when they saw Zhong Bei's blow.
"Thank you, Junior Brother Zhong Bei, for your acceptance. I am ashamed of myself." At this time, the cultivator who was competing with Zhong Bei on the ring stood up with his hands on the table, bowed and saluted Zhong Bei. After speaking,
, there was no angry expression on the cultivator's face, but only a hint of shame.
"It's my senior brother who gave in." Zhong Bei bowed in return, but there was no trace of pride on Zhong Bei's face.
As Zhong Bei's words fell, the cultivator who was competing with Zhong Bei turned around and walked off the ring.
According to the rules of the arena competition, Zhong Bei continued to wait for the next challenge from other cultivators, but at this time, Zhong Bei turned around and faced the many cultivators in the field, and took back the cultivation sword with light blue light.
Then he raised his fists in the air and said in a loud voice: "Brothers and sisters, brothers and sisters, Zhong Bei kindly asks that he doesn't want to fight anymore, and I hope you don't mind." After saying that, Zhong Bei also turned around and walked off the ring.
At this time, the many cultivation disciples standing under the ring all looked puzzled. They couldn't guess what Zhong Bei was thinking, because there was a small rule that was private but known to everyone in the Yeyuemen ring competition.
, that is, as long as the cultivator who competes in the ring can defeat several people in succession, then everyone will remember the name of this cultivator deeply in their hearts, so that this cultivator will be the best in Yeyue Gate in the future.
Cultivation will definitely have many benefits, so many cultivators will choose to continue to fight after defeating them in the ring. No matter how weak their physical strength is, they must persist in fighting. This is the first time Fanchuan participated in the Yeyue Sect.
The biggest reason for doubts during the ring competition. But now Zhong Bei actually gave up this opportunity and chose to abandon the fight, which had to make everyone feel confused and puzzled.
Seeing Zhong Bei leaving, Fanchuan immediately took Wanling's little hand and chased after him. Wanling was a little confused, but looking at Fanchuan's firm eyes, he didn't ask any more questions.
Finally, at an intersection outside the arena, Fanchuan caught up with Zhong Bei who had not yet used the flying sword to fly.
When Zhong Bei saw Fan Chuan and Wan Ling suddenly appearing in front of him, he was startled. He was very surprised and confused, but he immediately knelt down and said in a pious tone: "Zhong Bei pays homage to Sect Leader Fan Chuan and Wan Ling.
Senior Sister Wan Ling."
Seeing Zhong Bei's reaction, Fanchuan nodded with satisfaction, immediately reached out to help Zhong Bei, and then said warmly: "Brother Zhong Bei, there is no need to be polite. We just saw Brother Zhong Bei's performance in the ring.
I sincerely admire you." After saying that, a smile appeared on Fanchuan's face.
After hearing Fanchuan's words, Zhong Bei was obviously a little panicked, hesitating and said: "Thank you so much, Master, for the compliment. Zhong... Zhong Bei is just showing off his shame."
Looking at Zhong Bei who was a little nervous, Fan Chuan actually laughed out loud. Then Fan Chuan stretched out his hands and put them on Zhong Bei's shoulders. He calmed down and said, "Brother Zhong Bei, you don't have to be humble. I
You're telling the truth." Before Zhong Bei could react, Fanchuan continued: "By the way, brother Zhong Bei, didn't you go back with Elder Ziyue? Why are you here at the arena competition venue again?"
Seeing Fanchuan's gentle attitude at this time, Zhong Bei tried to calm down his panic, and then said aloud: "I'm telling Sect Leader Fanchuan, I... I sent Master back to the dormitory room, and I met him.
I have already gone into seclusion to practice cultivation, so... I just wanted to come and compete in the arena. I... I didn't catch up with the last arena competition, so... I want to participate in this session." Zhong Bei finished.
He actually lowered his head like a child.
"Then why did you go back after only one competition?"
"I...I'm afraid that Master won't be able to find me when he comes out of seclusion..." Zhong Bei said with a hint of shame.
After listening to Zhong Bei's words, Fan Chuan sincerely fell in love with Zhong Bei's honesty and simplicity, as well as Zhong Bei's kind-hearted way of dealing with people and his character of not being arrogant or impetuous. Thinking about this, Fan Chuan looked at it intently.
Looking at Zhong Bei, he said in a gentle tone: "Brother Zhong Bei, are you willing to stay with me?"......