"Yes, Ximen's disciples also seem to have the surname Ximen."
"I think he is Ximen's trump card this time. With such a fast sword, I wonder if Yang Shun and Rong Que can dodge it!"
Even Taomu, who was at the top of the auditorium, raised an eyebrow, nodded slightly, and smiled.
No one would take a look at the unlucky disciple who was instantly killed by Ximen Xue's sword. His body had been completely covered up by Ximen Xue's rays of light like the scorching sun.
Yang Shun's frown became deeper and deeper. This was not because his younger brother was killed. The number of disciples who died in the martial arts competition was not even one thousand but eight hundred. He had no sympathy for those wastes at all. His frown was because
Because among the people competing with him for the championship, there was another Ximen Xue.
Ignoring the restlessness under the ring, Ximen Xue shook off her white clothes and walked towards her seat, as if she had just done a very ordinary thing.
Rong Que glanced at Ximen Xue who was walking towards the auditorium, and asked in his mind: "Mr. Huo, is this Ximen Xue also from the ancient tribe? I don't think ordinary people can achieve that kind of swordsmanship and speed."
"This Ximen Xue, Yi Laonu doesn't look like it. He has no connection with weapons, and the power of blood in his body is also very weak. He doesn't have the kind of precipitation that has been passed down through the ages." Huo Lao sensed it, shook his head, and then slowly
's answer arrives.
Rong Que frowned slightly, rubbed the heavy ring on his hand, looked at Ximen Xue, and thought in his heart: "Since this Ximen Xue is not a descendant of the ancient tribe, his adventures must be quite extraordinary, and his cultivation must be very hard. It should be
He is a person who has a master, but I don’t know why he would come to Bitao Sect now that he has a master.”
Rong Que always felt that this Ximen Xue was not simple. He had a feeling very similar to his own, as if two people who were also trapped in the abyss finally met each other.
When Rong Que looked at him, Ximen Xue seemed to have sensed it, and turned his head to meet Rong Que's eyes. The moment the two eyes met, the black monster in Rong Que's Dantian suddenly began to stir, trying to rush out.
Rong Que's Dantian was like tearing his body apart.
"Master, be careful! Meditate calmly and don't absorb spiritual energy!" Huo Lao was immediately shocked, and immediately rushed towards Rong Que's Dantian with the power of his luck soul, surrounding the black monster.
At the moment when the monster was agitated, Rong Que immediately withdrew his gaze, calmed down, and meditated tightly. Large drops of sweat began to emerge from his forehead and wet his clothes.
There was no sign of the sudden riot of the monsters, and Rong Que had no time to think about it. In the dantian, Mr. Huo was currently working hard to block the monsters' attack. During this period, he also used part of his soul power to imprison a trace of the monsters.
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"Go back!" Huo Lao roared in Rong Que's dantian, and his already illusory figure became even more ethereal.
"roar!"
A huge roar appeared in Rong Que's mind. This roar was like a peerless ferocious beast, revealing the overwhelming domineering power of the world surrendering to its feet.
"Huh!" Huo Laomeng snorted, and his figure suddenly became more illusory. One look at him and he knew that the monster's roar would definitely do a lot of harm to him.
A quarter of an hour later, the wanton monster finally retreated under the power of Huo Lao's strong soul, and submerged into Rong Que's Dantian again, silencing itself and looking for traces.
"Huh!" Rong Que opened his eyes, exhaled a thick breath, looked at the clothes he had just changed and saw that they were all wet with sweat, and smiled bitterly.
"Lao Huo, are you okay?" Rong Que asked anxiously in his mind.
After a moment of silence, Mr. Huo's voice came: "Thank you, Master, for your concern. The old slave is fine. It's just that the power of his soul is somewhat depleted. He should be fine after resting for a while in the karma fire."
"That's good. After I enter the inner door, I'll go find some pills for you to increase the power of your soul, so that you can recover faster." Rong Que patted his chest gently and put down the hanging pill.
In Rong Que's heart, although Mr. Huo mistook him for his master, he did teach him a lot of knowledge and even saved his life. Now Mr. Huo is like a teacher in Rong Que's heart, and he is the kind of true
A teacher who has no complaints or regrets and teaches everything he can.
"Brother Rongque, what's wrong with you? Why are you sweating so much?" Wang Er came over and asked nervously.
Rong Que looked at him and smiled, shook his head, and said, "Nothing's wrong. Maybe it's summer, the sun is shining brightly, and the temperature is too high."
"Can the lies you made up be more childish?" Wang Er looked at Rong Que sideways and felt a little swollen.
Rong Que smiled and turned to look in the direction of Ximen Xue. It didn't matter. The smile on Rong Que's face disappeared immediately, and he felt a chill in his heart.
Now Ximen Xue was also wet with sweat. She turned her head to look at Rong Que. Their eyes met again, but the monster did not move.
"Monster!"
These two words appeared in their minds at the same time.
"Is it a coincidence that he also has monsters in his body and that he also comes to Bitao Sect?" A question suddenly appeared in Rong Que's mind.
When Rong Que was thinking about this problem, Ximen Xue was also thinking about the same question: "That Rong Que actually has monsters on his body. According to what the master said, doesn't that mean that he is my junior brother!" Thinking of this, Ximen Xue
He looked at Rong Que strangely.
The first popularization competition was coming to an end, and it was already afternoon. Rong Que rubbed his brows, sorted out his thoughts, and asked Wang Er: "It's already afternoon, and this martial arts tournament is still going on.
Is it over?"
"Brother Rong Que, you don't know. The martial arts tournament refers to the popularization competition. The next ranking competition is no longer a martial arts competition. Only the elders of the inner sect peak and the disciples participating in the ranking competition can participate in the competition.
As you are watching, after the rankings are determined in the final qualifying round, the disciples who have been eliminated from the popular competition will challenge the top twenty people, and the one who wins in the end will be the real inner disciple." Wang Er looked at it strangely.
He looked at Rongque as if he didn't know about such an important thing.
Rong Que nodded slightly and said, "So that's it! I really don't know."
Wang Er looked like he was impressed by you and said: "Brother Rongque, tomorrow's qualifying match is very important. The disciples who lose in the qualifying match will not have the chance to challenge the twenty-first place."
"I know, I went to the qualifying competition to win the championship." Rong Que smiled slightly and glanced at Yang Shun and Ximen Xue. These two are the biggest rivals.
At Shen Shi, the martial arts tournament finally ended in the last boring competition. Taomu jumped onto the ring, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "Okay, everyone be quiet, this martial arts tournament has ended.
Okay, everyone leaves the field in order. If the unscrupulous person dares to take action now, the end will be like this." He said and glanced at the few disciples who were defeated during the game.
As Tao Mu's words fell, his spiritual power suddenly began to circulate, pouring down his feet into the ring.
"collapse!"
The next moment, an astonishing scene appeared. The entire arena turned into powder in an instant and dispersed as soon as the wind blew. Looking at Taomu, he had already disappeared on the arena and disappeared without a trace.
"Okay, okay, stop looking. Go back and prepare for tomorrow's qualifying match." The inner disciples who were maintaining the order of the conference shouted loudly, urging Rong Que and the others to leave quickly.
After walking out of the martial arts competition, Rong Que exhaled and said to the group of people behind him: "Let's go back to the workplace quickly. It's time to finish our meal at this time, so don't be hungry." After saying that, he took the lead.
Walk towards the North Gate Works Office.
A group of people laughed at each other's feelings during the competition. Some were happy and some were sad, but they did not give up hope. After all, after tomorrow, there will still be a chance for the disciples who were dismissed to challenge.
"Brother Rongque, you are so powerful. I even lost to you in Congxun."
"Yes, yes, brother Rongque, please tell us what happened in the mist just now."
"Yes, brother Rongque, the fog was so thick just now that we didn't even see it. Tell us."
Along the way, the North Gate disciples surrounded Rong Que and asked various questions, curiously asking Rong Que to tell them about the scene during the competition.
The group of people walked at a slow pace, laughing and joking. Maybe they felt a sense of belonging, so they returned to the North Gate Work Office in less than half an hour.
As soon as they entered the gate of the work office, everyone who was working immediately put down what they were doing and gathered around, constantly asking about the situation of the competition. For these disciples who were not qualified to enter, this was their understanding of martial arts.
The only way to go to the conference is.
"What are you doing! What are you doing! You don't have to work! Go back to work." Huang Shulang's voice came over and dispersed some of the reluctant disciples.
After all the disciples dispersed, Huang Shulang looked at Rong Que and his group with a smile, and asked: "How was the result of this martial arts competition?"
"Hmph! If I said we all lost, would you have to increase our workload?" Wang Er snorted lightly and sarcastically addressed Huang Shulang in a bad tone.
Huang Shulang heard Wang Er's sarcasm, and was stunned for a moment, and immediately smiled even brighter. Since they still dared to pull in front of him, it meant that the results were not too bad this time, and someone in this group might enter.
The inner sect cannot afford to offend a small outer sect steward like him: "How dare you, how dare you. Even if you are all defeated, you are still the heroes of our north sect. Without you, our north sect may not be able to win the martial arts competition at all."
There is no place for it."
"This time, Brother Rong Que defeated Cong Xun from the East Gate, and Brother Wang Er defeated Tang Qiaochun from the East Gate. Do you think our results are good or not?" A disciple who won the martial arts competition looked at Huang Shulang arrogantly.
Speaking of.
"What! I won against Cong Xun and Tang Qiaochun, is it true or not!" Huang Shulang was suddenly shocked and looked at Rong Que and Wang Er with some disbelief. He recalled what they said about the master of Tiansha Peak recruiting them, and immediately
My back felt a little chilly.
At this moment, there was some noise from the gate of the work office, and then a group of people walked in, led by Ximen Xue, who was stunned by his sword.
As soon as Ximen Xue entered the work place, she immediately saw Rong Que and his party, then walked up to Rong Que, who was still a little confused, and asked, "Are you Rong Que?"
"Yes, I'm Rong Que, what's wrong?" Rong Que frowned and answered casually.
Seeing Rong Que's admission, Ximen Xue immediately smiled slightly and said, "I want to talk to you alone, come with me." After saying that, regardless of Rong Que's reaction, he walked towards the gate of the work office.
"Brother Rong Que, don't go. If you look at him like that, he's not a nice guy. He might be trying to trick you." Wang Er reminded Rong Que with some worry.