"Congratulations, little master, for being qualified to represent the sect in the Immortal Alliance Competition."
Hua Wanzhao glanced speechlessly at Ning Chenhao and Ming Yiqian, who were also qualified and ranked higher than herself, but were deliberately ignored by Mu Linxiao, as well as Nangong Yi, who was standing next to Mu Linxiao.
"I said," Hua Wanzhao looked at Mu Linxiao with contempt, "could it be you who threatened Nangong Yi to abstain?"
It's not that Hua Wanzhao deliberately vilified Mu Linxiao, but with Mu Linxiao's temperament, he might actually do such a thing.
Mu Lin smiled and looked at Nangong Yi: "How about you clarify this for me?"
Nangong Yi said seriously: "Little Master, even if I don't abstain, I will probably lose. What's more, the conditions offered by Elder Mu are very attractive to an outer disciple."
"Oh? Tell me, what conditions did he impose?"
Hearing that Mu Linxiao did not force Nangong Yi to give up the competition, Hua Wanzhao suddenly became interested.
"After I enter Yuexiu Peak, Elder Mu will provide all reasonable resource needs for my subsequent cultivation. If you have any questions about cultivation, you can also ask Elder Mu for advice."
Ning Chenhao and Ming Yiqian looked at Mu Lin and smiled, their eyes shining with disbelief.
That shepherd elder would actually do such a thankless thing?
"At the same time," Mu Linxiao raised his right index finger, "You are also the young master's sparring partner. If your promotion speed is slower than that of the young master, just wish yourself well."
Nangong Yi: ...I feel like I was cheated.
"Mu Linxiao, you..."
Hua Wanzhao wanted to say something, but Mu Lin smiled and raised his hand, interrupting her: "Didn't you complain before that Wu Zhu gave you a sparring partner? I'll find you a similar sparring partner."
These words made Hua Wanzhao a little overwhelmed.
If you think about it carefully, it seems that Mu Linxiao has done a lot for himself.
During the entrance trial, it was Mu Linxiao who opened the back door for himself.
In Anping Village, Mu Linxiao helped him several times.
In the secret territory of Qingning, he even saved her several times.
Now, he not only guides her practice, but also takes the trouble to find a partner for her.
What is his purpose for doing so many things?
Is it possible——
No way... Hua Wanzhao shook her head and remembered which book she had read that one of the N kinds of illusions in life is that he/she likes herself.
"Little Master?"
"Um……"
Mu Linxiao: He doesn’t want to talk anymore.
Seeing that both Ming Yiqian and Nangong Yi were silent, Ning Chenhao had to explain: "Tomorrow is the last day of the competition. Uncle Pastor just asked you if you want to go and see it."
"Isn't it over?" Hua Wanzhao asked stupidly.
It was Ning Chenhao who explained: "The Qi Refining Group and the Foundation Building Group are finished, and the Golden Pill Group still has a decisive game."
Looking at Hua Wanzhao, who was still confused, Ning Chenhao continued: "The competition in the golden elixir period is generally longer than the foundation period, so it's not over yet."
"I see."
***
Because there is only the last one left, in order to have a better viewing experience, only the last of the three original arenas is left, and it is set up early in the center of the square.
"Who is with whom in the last scene?" Hua Wanzhao asked.
Mu Lin, disguised as an ordinary disciple, smiled and said, "He Xian and Pei Jitong."
Pei Jitong and Hua Wanzhao knew each other. They played the dungeon together in Anping Village and they were the disciples of the leader. After hearing that the mission in Anping Village was over, he felt something and broke through in seclusion.
But who is this He Xian?
"He is the son of the master of Xizhao Peak. He is of the same status as Yiqian and is slightly older than him. By the way," Mu Linxiao suddenly turned to look at Hua Wanzhao, "I still remember that He Chun who made rude remarks a few days ago.
?"
Can you not remember? She is the only shameless person she has ever seen in her life, so of course she was deeply impressed.
"He Chun is from the He family of Xizhao Peak. He is just a rotten tree. He was sent to the Foreign Affairs Peak to rely on the He family to dominate and prosper."
Hua Wanzhao understood instantly: "You mean, this He Xian is also a member of the He family?"
"And he is the first person of this generation in the He family."
After blinking, Hua Wanzhao asked: "I forgot to ask, how did He Chun deal with it?"
"Sent to Siguo Cliff to sweep snow for ten years."
"Is this punishment severe?"
Mu Linxiao pretended to be reserved: "Let me put it this way, he will be like this for the rest of his life."
When asked again, Mu Linxiao refused to say anything.
Hua Wanzhao said to her heart, "Don't tell me, right? I'll ask Ning Chenhao and Ming Yiqian later!"
I don’t know why Mu Linxiao was so angry that he insisted on forcing Ning Chenhao, Ming Yiqian and Nangong Yi to go to the other side to watch the game.
Hua Wanzhao still remembered the weird looks on Ning Chenhao and Ming Yiqian's faces when Mu Linxiao confidently asked them to go to the other side.
Under the spotlight, the two men finally stood on the ring in the last match of this sect competition.
Even across the distance, Hua Wanzhao could feel the cold aura on He Xian's body that would repel people thousands of miles away.
There was an almost ruthless indifference in his eyes when he looked at Pei Jitong.
"This person..."
"He cultivates the path of ruthlessness."
No, it’s not like I’ve never seen someone who practices the ruthless path. The Beidou Setsuna gang aren’t as cold-blooded as this He Xian, right?
Before Hua Wanzhao could continue to complain, the competition on the ring began.
He Xian started the offensive, and the Jishuang in his hand was forced towards Pei Jitong. In the process, it was obvious that the air around the blade condensed. Pei Jitong also mobilized his spiritual power and fought back head on with a heart of forgiveness.
The two swords struck each other, and both of them took a few steps back.
When he raised his energy again, the Jishuang Sword condensed into a sheet of crystal ice, the temperature of the surrounding environment dropped significantly, and the sky was filled with flying snow.
"Many snow."
Some disciples said excitedly: "It's appeared, it's appeared! This is the skill that made Senior Brother He famous!"
But Pei Jitong was seen motionless, holding a sword in one hand and paddling in the void, and quickly forming a seal with the other hand: "Burning Flame!"
The sword energy with the power of fire broke through Manxue's heavy blockade and approached He Xian's face, but was stopped by He Xian's body-protecting spiritual power a foot away.
Hua Wanzhao watched the back-and-forth confrontation between the two people on the ring, and her heart was agitated by this fierce competition: "Is this...a duel between masters?"
The proud move to fame was successfully blocked by Pei Jitong, and even almost successfully counterattacked. He Xian once again activated his spiritual power.
This time it's the more powerful Anxue.
The Jishuang fell, bringing with it the huge spiritual power of He Xian's golden elixir peak. The white and translucent Jishuang collided with the fiery red and golden forgiving heart. The spiritual powers of the two golden elixir disciples were intertwined, and even the barrier outside the ring was
Cracks appeared.
The result is that red is one foot taller and blue is one foot taller.
Pei Jitong was knocked back by Ji Shuang's sword energy and was the first to see blood.
"Pei Jitong is injured!"
"Little Master is worried about him?" Mu Lin asked with a smile.
Hua Wanzhao said: "After all, we are acquaintances."
Mu Linxiao said helplessly: "After all, this is just a competition. He Xian is not a newbie, so he knows how to grasp the balance. Even if he is ruthless, it does not mean that he will kill his opponent."
In the arena, the competition comes to an end.
He Xian made a seal with his sword, and a huge six-sided snowflake-shaped formation appeared on the ground. At nine important formation points, nine huge ice swords rose from the ground. Waves of cold air emerged from the formation. Wherever the cold air touched, wind and clouds appeared.
To form ice, water vapor in the air condenses into ice crystals and falls to the ground.
Here, Pei Jitong's hair was flying, He Xian's cold air turned into steam within three feet of him, and the golden and red sword energy occupied the eight directions representing the Eight Wastelands.
"It turned out to be——"
"Jiang Hai Ningbing!"
"Jie Yan!"
First of all, let me satisfy myself: this is the most satisfying battle I have ever written.