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"Ring No. 56, Ling Yan vs. Shan Mingxuan."

The referee's voice contained spiritual power and spread to every corner of the martial arts arena.Ling Yan was moved when he heard the sound, and boarded the No. 56 ring with his number plate.

This is Ling Yan's first match today.

He looked to the other side of the group arena, and saw an ordinary-looking outer disciple wearing a brown short robe, walking up slowly with a long sword in his hand.

The man had a pair of rare amber pupils, and stared at him without blinking. He seemed to have a thousand words to say, but in the end he just clasped his fists and called out: "Junior Brother Ling!"

Ling Yan also responded with the same courtesy: "Hi Senior Brother Shan!"

In terms of age, Shan Mingxuan is older than Ling Yan, so it is not too much to call him senior brother.

Originally, Ling Yan wanted to say "Brother Shan is such a coincidence", but after thinking about it carefully, that would seem like deliberate targeting.It is a shame that the incident with Xiang is over, and he has not been tricked, so it is better not to cause more troubles.

Now, in Ling Yan's eyes, Shan Mingxuan is just a stranger, an ordinary outer disciple.

"Ding the bell!" The referee shook the bell the size of an adult's fist in his hand, announcing the official start of the competition.

Ling Yan's gaze was like a torch, he drew his sword out of its sheath, and moved quickly, Shan Mingxuan greeted him with his sword...

Three days ago, when Ling Yan went out in the morning, he found a bamboo basket in front of the door.In the bamboo basket were some seasonal fruits, a bottle of precious Buyuan Pill, a letter, and a dewy wild flower.

The person who signed the letter was Shan Mingxuan. In the letter, he expressed his apology to Ling Yan and his remorse for what he had done, with the general idea that he would change his mind and start a new life.Ling Yan looked left and right, and always felt that there seemed to be something unfinished in the letter.

However, before Ling Yan could figure it out, the letter was snatched away by Fang Baiyu who came to invite him to practice sword.

"You are stupid, you actually accepted his things! Aren't you afraid that he will do something wrong again?" Fang Baiyu frowned, looking warily at the letter paper in his hand and the bamboo basket on the ground, "The fruit may have been soaked in laxatives , there may be rosemary in the flower, and the Buyuan Pill may not be an ordinary Buyuan Pill, but a poisonous Buyuan Pill with something in it..."

The more Fang Baiyu spoke, the smoother he was, he held the letter paper up to the sunlight repeatedly, and murmured: "There is probably something wrong with this letter paper, there may be a spell on it, and an unknown sinister formation is hidden!"

Seeing his friend's confident and righteous indignation, a modern vocabulary suddenly popped up in Ling Yan's head - "persecution paranoia"!

"You are enough!" Ling Yan snatched the letter paper and explained, "Give me back the letter paper, I am here to apologize and reconcile with good intentions."

"Apologize? Reconcile? Is your brain still awake?" Fang Baiyu said, "In this world, people are separated from each other. How do you know whether the other party is sincerely reconciling or pretending to be reconciled, whether he is sincerely seeking peace or stabbing in the back?" "Listen to me, brother, I live longer, so I'm more accurate than you in judging people. This kid Shan Mingxuan definitely has no good intentions. Throw all these things away, the farther the better!"

What's more, the summation is not the sum now!There are three more days until the outer sect competition.It's too fucking embarrassing to ask for peace.Shan Mingxuan is from Yan Shen's side. He might be full of bad things at the moment, and he wants to bring down a strong man from the outer sect so that their master can become No. 1 in the outer sect! "

"I think he wrote this letter sincerely..." Ling Yan retorted weakly.

Fang Baiyu raised his eyebrows casually: "I think he also came 'sincerely' to tell you the truth that night!" The word "sincerity" was particularly hard on him.

After thinking about it, Ling Yan felt that what his friend said was reasonable, and that Fang Baiyu was doing it for his own good. As for whether Shan Mingxuan's intentions were pure...well... the outer sect competition was coming, he had to think about it.In this world of comprehension where the jungle preys on the jungle, it is always good to be careful.

In the end, Ling Yan chose to throw the letter along with the basket into the ditch where no one was there.

Although Ling Yan thought he was doing the right thing, throwing away the other party's things is a kind of rude behavior.Seeing the owner of the basket at this moment, Ling Yan couldn't help feeling a little guilty.So during the battle, Ling Yan subconsciously reduced his eye contact with Shan Mingxuan.

However, this slight change in expression fell into Shan Mingxuan's eyes, but it made him feel a pain in his heart.

Junior brother Ling Yan didn't even want to look at him again... Could it really be irreparable?Forget it, it was his fault.It is the consequence that he should bear.He should be content with being loved by Junior Brother Ling... However, even though he tried his best to untangle himself, Shan Mingxuan still couldn't help being a little distracted when he blocked his moves.

A distraction can easily leave a flaw.

However, within a quarter of the time it takes for the incense stick to burn, the winner of the competition has already been decided.

Ling Yan wins, but Shan Mingxuan narrowly loses.

In terms of strength, Shan Mingxuan is only at the mediocre level among the many disciples of the outer sect, neither too good nor too bad, barely in the middle.However, on the arena where deadly ultimate moves cannot be used, it would be too fast to end the competition within a quarter of a stick of incense.

"Your strength hasn't been fully revealed yet," Ling Yan sheathed his sword, stretched out his hand to Shan Mingxuan who had fallen to the ground, intending to pull him up, and said at the same time, "If you can concentrate, if you have the will to win With determination, there is absolutely no way I can defeat you within a quarter of an incense stick."

Will defeat you in half the time of burning incense...

Of course, Ling Yan didn't say the last sentence.

Ever since he was knocked down to the ground, Shan Mingxuan remained rigidly in the state of falling, and his saber plunged straight into the soil beside him.His mind went blank.Lost!lost!

Then what?Junior brother Ling Yan will win all the way and successfully enter the inner sect, but he will lose miserably all the way and stay in the outer sect.

Can I see him again?I'm afraid it won't work.

The strength between the two is like a ditch, along which fate diverges into two straight lines that gradually diverge.After the outer sect contest, he and he may never meet again.

Thinking of the sad future, Shan Mingxuan's eyes darkened for a while.

don't want!don't want!

Junior brother Ling Yan, look at me, can you take another look at me?Can you like me again... This time, I will definitely cherish it, and I will never let you down again!

However, Shan Mingxuan knew very well that this was harder than reaching the sky.The bamboo basket and the contents inside were probably thrown away by the other party three days ago.During today's competition, Junior Brother Ling Yan didn't even want to give him the corner of his eye.He really didn't want to like him anymore.

--"I like you."

——"Get out!"

These two words were like a tarsus curse, entwined endlessly on Shan Mingxuan's heart, slowly tightening into a circle of steel wire and barbed wire, imprisoning his thin beating heart, leaving bloodstains everywhere.Feel the pain of suffocation every day.

Shan Mingxuan felt a group of bees buzzing in his ears, he didn't hear Ling Yan's words clearly, he just raised his head in a daze when he heard the sound, and saw the man stretched out his hand towards him with a smile, and the hem of his robe was loose. The wind was blowing, and a pale golden light covered the man's shoulders.

Like the first ray of sunshine in the cloudy sky, bright and warm.

The longing in his heart was aroused again.

"Come on!" Ling Yan encouraged.

Shan Mingxuan took Ling Yan's hand and was pulled up from the ground by him.

It was like a dream... Shan Mingxuan seemed to see his heart trembling violently, he whimpered and sighed, and he seemed to be crying out of his wits.

Amber pupils constrict.From this day on, Shan Mingxuan felt that his soul didn't belong to him anymore.

Ling Yan was about to turn around and leave the stage, waiting for the next competition. Before leaving, he encouraged Shan Mingxuan again: "Come on."

He vaguely felt that Shan Mingxuan seemed a little inferior and cowardly.

"En! I will!" Shan Mingxuan nodded heavily, his eyes followed the figure of that person away, and even the shadow behind that person stared at it with nostalgia.

Junior brother Ling Yan, I will try my best to stand in front of you!must!

……

"Ring No. 35, Shan Mingxuan vs. Wang Daniu." The referee shouted loudly.

"Hey, here we come!" A burly, dark-skinned man waved excitedly, jumping onto the ring like a mountain, causing the ground to tremble slightly.

Before the start of the Outer Sect Grand Competition, most of the disciples had done more or less preparations. Some were immersed in cultivation to improve their cultivation, some practiced exercises and became familiar with various moves, some ate, drank and slept well to relax their minds. Adjustment of status.And Wang Daniu chose something that very few people would do, that is to be familiar with the art of war.

The book of war says that the loser is discouraged.That is to say, for those who have failed once, their aura tends to decline, not as strong as the first time.At this time, we can take advantage of the vacancy and inflict another heavy blow on the opponent.

Wang Daniu saw very clearly just now that Shan Mingxuan lost to Ling Yan, and the winner was still decided within a quarter of a stick of incense time.It stands to reason that Shan Mingxuan, who had suffered a serious setback, must be downcast at this time, and the possibility of himself winning is extremely high.

So he happily ran up to the stage, ready for an easy win.

"Junior Brother Shan, I have accepted it." Wang Daniu said with a smile on his face.

"Hello Senior Brother Wang." Shan Mingxuan cupped his fists with a calm expression.

After one-fifth of the incense burnt, Wang Daniu suffered a crushing defeat, while Shan Mingxuan won a complete victory.

When he walked off the ring clutching his bruised arm, Wang Daniu was still in a daze.Art of war lied to me! ! !

Isn't it said that the more you fail, the more discouraged you become?Why did he meet someone who became more and more courageous today?What's more, look at Shan Mingxuan's usual dull and dull appearance, who doesn't even dare to fart, it doesn't look like the strong personality that gets more frustrated and more courageous!

Wang Daniu couldn't figure it out.

Could it be that Ling Yan gave this kid blood in the last match?

Wang Daniu sat back in his seat and watched Shan Mingxuan, who was below average in strength, win consecutive victories all the way. Death is not too much.

Go too far.Wang Daniu was amazed.

……

At the other end of the martial arts arena, Ling Yan met his second opponent.Also a familiar person.To be precise, only the name is familiar, but the person is still unfamiliar.

"Senior Brother Yan Shen, hello." Ling Yan smiled.

Yan Shen raised his eyebrows casually, his eyes were haughty, his handsome face was indifferent, and the gorgeous brocade robe embroidered with the patterns of ancient gods and beasts was calm and motionless.

As a son of a family, he never put anyone in his eyes.