The six people participating in the competition have all climbed up the Qiyun Tower. Qingyun is always at the front, already thirty feet away from the bottom of the tower.
Duan Fangqiong is still slightly behind, but the distance between her and Qingyun is gradually widening. Her whole body is dripping with sweat, and her breathing is getting faster. It looks like she is spending a lot of energy.
Everyone on the Qionghua stage looked eagerly. Although they couldn't see their specific appearance, they could vaguely identify each person based on their clothes.
Taoist Master Xuhan was particularly attentive. He knew Qingyun's cultivation very well. Seeing his beloved disciple leading the way, there was no trace of joy on his face, but a hint of worry.
Qian Liben, who was standing next to him, knew what he was doing and coughed: "This tower is over a hundred feet high. Reaching the top cannot be achieved overnight. If you are so eager to achieve success, I'm afraid it will be difficult to continue."
Taoist Master Xu Han sighed softly: "What the seniors said is absolutely true. When my disciple returns safely, I will give you a lesson."
Qian Liben nodded slightly and turned his gaze to a woman in Tsing Yi in the audience. This woman was about forty years old. Her hair was as white as silver. Although she was already a woman, she still had the charm between her eyebrows and her eyes.
She is very pretty, and she is none other than Zuo Shaorong, the head of the Qingcheng Sect, the "White-Headed Immortal Fairy".
Unlike Taoist Master Xu Han, who was full of worries, Zuo Shaorong couldn't hide the proud look on his face when he saw Duan Fangqiong ranked among the best. He only hoped that his beloved disciple would continue his efforts and seize the Yunlong Sword stuck on the top of the tower in one fell swoop, making the Qingcheng faction proud in front of the heroes of the world.
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Xing Zhenliang happened to be sitting side by side with Zuo Shaorong. This old man was known as the "Iron-Winged Falcon". His pair of eagle eyes were unique and could detect every detail of everything.
Seeing that Duan Fangqiong was exhausted, Xing Zhenliang slowly shook his head and said: "Master Zuo must not be careless and force his disciples to do what they want. I'm afraid it won't be possible this time."
Zuo Shaorong was stunned and couldn't help but frown and said: "Mr.
Words are not worth mentioning."
Xing Zhenliang was about to speak but stopped, and finally coughed and said: "It's okay, I don't mean to belittle you, I just hope your disciples are safe."
Zuo Shaorong was even more hesitant, and said with a tight face: "I don't dare bother Mr. Xing. Your precious granddaughter is behind my disciple. Mr. Xing should pay more attention to her."
Xing Zhenliang secretly smiled bitterly, and then he suddenly heard someone say cheerfully: "Since ancient times, loyal advice has been harsh to the ears. It doesn't matter that Zuo Xianniang doesn't listen, but I want to make a bet with you. Your disciple will definitely not be able to reach the top of the tower."
Zuo Shaorong immediately became furious and yelled: "Asshole! Who are you? How dare you speak nonsense?"
As he spoke, he followed the voice and saw that the person speaking was dressed in yellow. He seemed to have just passed his thirties, with a short chin under his chin, a straight and handsome face, and a look of unrestrained and open-minded.
Coincidentally, he also had a pair of eagle eyes. Although he was unruly, he was not domineering, but had a unique charm.
Hearing Zuo Shaorong's question, the man in yellow crossed his arms and said leisurely: "I am Huangfu Yingyang, a disciple of Huangshan Sect. Zuo Xianniang should recognize my father, right?"
When Zuo Shaorong saw Huangfu Yingyang's appearance clearly, he was a little surprised and doubtful. Hearing this, his heart trembled even more, and he said calmly between his frowns: "It turns out that he is the son of the great master. Young hero Huangfu has not traveled around the world for a long time. For a moment, I
I didn't recognize him for a long time, and I hope Haihan will do anything I'm disrespectful about."
Huangfu Yingyang waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter. Although it was just a joke, Zuo Xianniang had better be prepared. I am afraid that I will not be able to reach the top of the tower."
Zuo Shaorong was still dissatisfied and snorted: "Young hero's words are so sure, but I don't know what is the basis for them?"
Huangfu Yingyang said seriously: "Because I can clearly see that the disciple is at the end of his strength. If he sees the opportunity early and turns back to the bottom of the tower on his own, at least he can be safe. Otherwise, it will be difficult to say."
Zuo Shaorong paused for a moment, and Xing Zhenliang nodded in agreement: "Yes, I have the same opinion as this young hero Huangfu. The disciple is already showing signs of failure, so retreating when faced with difficulties is the best option."
After hearing this, Zuo Shaorong's eyebrows furrowed and he was undecided for a moment. He raised his head and looked up at Qiyun Pagoda.
In just a moment, Xing Zhiying caught up with her, but Duan Fangqiong was showing signs of fatigue. She had to pause every time she jumped, and the distance between the two was gradually shortening.
Seeing this, Zuo Shaorong couldn't help but feel shocked. After a second thought, he finally stamped his feet and flew towards the top of Zhantian Peak.
Xing Zhenliang breathed a sigh of relief, narrowed his eyes and said: "I have heard that Zuo Zhang is very strict in teaching his disciples. Without her approval, Miss Duan will not dare to turn back on her own even if she is exhausted. Then there will be dangers everywhere."
Huangfu Yingyang laughed and said: "Fortunately, with the persuasion of our father and son, Zuo Xianniang finally understood the pros and cons. I only hope that she can reach the top of the peak as soon as possible and call Miss Duan down. At least the green hills will be left, and she will not be afraid of running out of firewood."
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After saying this, the two looked at each other and smiled. The two pairs of eagle eyes seemed to be reproduced, and there was an inexplicable sense of intimacy.
Xing Zhenliang thought for a moment and then said bluntly: "Young hero and Ying Yatou know each other, right?"
Huangfu Yingyang's heart suddenly trembled, and he blinked and said, "Senior, why did you say this?"
Xing Zhenliang pointed to his eyes and said calmly: "I am not blind, so I can see clearly at a glance."
Huangfu Yingyang scratched his head and said coquettishly: "Is it so obvious? Well... Senior is really discerning. Mao Yatou and I do know each other, and I escorted her for a while before."
Xing Zhenliang's eyes were sharp, and he continued: "Since it has the meaning of protection, why should the young hero deliberately hide it?"
Huangfu Yingyang was a little embarrassed. He managed to calm down and coughed dryly and said: "I am not a kind person. If I open my mouth and try to talk about friendship, I'm afraid my seniors will look down on me."
Xing Zhenliang smiled slightly and said slowly: "I see, the young hero is very thoughtful. Ying Yatou has also talked about you before, and she expressed her admiration in her words. I am very lucky to meet you today."
Huangfu Yingyang was so surprised that he couldn't help but feel his face getting hot, and he said with a smile: "Ah...it turns out that senior has known about it for a long time, just to amuse me. But you just mentioned that Mao Yatou admires me very much...then what?
What does it mean?”
Xing Zhenliang rolled his eyes and said simply: "I'm sorry, young hero, but I've made a mistake in remembering. Girl Ying has actually never mentioned you."
Huangfu Yingyang was heartbroken by this. He touched his nose helplessly and muttered: "Fuck me, old people are still hotter. I admit defeat."
Xing Zhenliang smiled at this and said harmoniously: "I'm not wrong. The young hero must have feelings for Ying Yatou, so why don't you admit it?"
Huangfu Yingyang knew that he couldn't hide it, so he could only smile bitterly and said: "Senior, please forgive me, I shouldn't have bad thoughts about Mao Yatou, but I haven't let go of it yet."
Xing Zhenliang said clearly: "My fair lady, a gentleman likes to be jealous, but it's a pity that marriage cannot be forced. Now that the young knight has awakened, the old man is very happy."
Huangfu Yingyang's expression was calm, he cupped his fists in greeting and said: "Senior, don't worry, this junior is already engaged, and I promise not to entangle Mao Yatou in the future."