The Villain's White Lotus Halo

Yin Biyue felt that the atmosphere in the venue changed instantly.

Everyone's eyes fell on him, it was indescribably complicated.

He put his sword back into its sheath, saw Chen Yi laughing, and bowed his hands in salute, "Today's battle, I am convinced."

Yin Biyue thought with a fluke in his heart, this fake, shoddy and high-quality imitation halo can't pull much hatred.

So he also gave the other party a gift, "Accept."

The deacon's disciple shouted, "This game is over, Cangya Mountain Yin Biyue wins—"

This competition was full of ups and downs, and it was said to be wonderful, but no one was bleeding or injured.

The two sides started with a dignified and calm salute, and ended in the same way.

Yin Biyue stepped down from the stage, and the disciples of Cangya Mountain greeted him.His eyes were either happy or sad, and there was a kind of...hate that iron can't be steel.

He looked very uncomfortable.

The next moment, the crowd parted, and he met Luo Mingchuan's eyes.Still a clear amber color.

With a little care and worry in his eyes, he asked him in a deep voice, "Is there any injury?"

Just like at the end of his first match.

At that moment, Yin Biyue suddenly felt very comforted.

No matter how the world looks at him, the way Luo Mingchuan looks at him has never changed.

Regardless of his hatred value!

Brother has been basking in the sun for so long, and he is still waiting for me to help him go home! ~(≧▽≦)/~Luo Mingchuan coughed and said concisely, "There are still some things, my junior brother and I will go ahead."

Only then did everyone show a sudden look.

The road under his feet was already familiar by heart, and when he turned to the alley, Yin Biyue supported Luo Mingchuan's arm.

The unfinished meaning of the cold water sword raged in the meridians and bones, so he couldn't help getting closer.

Suddenly, I felt that it was inappropriate to be too close. The senior brother who has always been polite may not be used to it.Just as he was trying to make some distance, he heard Luo Mingchuan say sincerely, "Thank you, Junior Brother."

Thank you~(≧▽≦)/~

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The two walked without hesitation, and when everyone in the field came back to their senses, their backs had gone so far that they were almost invisible, and they had solidified into a point under the blue sky.

Discussions and sighs sounded one after another.

He Yanyun sighed, "Senior Brother Yin is like this... Fortunately, Senior Brother Luo is watching."

Duan Chongxuan didn't know what expression to make. He had a deeper understanding of his senior brother's character than others, "Fortunately, with the fourth senior brother's combat strength, he won't be bullied by others."

Someone disagreed, "Senior Brother Yin has a high level of cultivation and outstanding combat prowess, but what if in the future someone has a wicked plan and wants to lie to him? For example, pretending to be pitiful and trying to show sympathy? Then what should we do?"

"Senior Brother Yin always has a cold face! It looks like he is cold-hearted! This is great!"

"Yes! Although it is easy to be misunderstood! But it can also scare Xiaoxiao!"

The disciples of Cangya Mountain gathered together and expressed deep concern about their senior brother's character, and finally came to the conclusion that Senior Brother Luo must take good care of others!Quan Cangya is working together, and he must be optimistic about people!

Chu Huan took Lian Jianzong's disciples to the stage and helped Chen Yi down.Chen Yi waved his hand, signaling them not to worry, he was indeed not injured.

Qu Duiyan in the stands finally felt relieved.

Suddenly someone in the stands proclaimed the Buddha's name, everyone looked and saw that it was an eminent monk in gray robe from Jiekong Temple.

Buddhist cultivators have always been low-key, especially the Buddhist cultivators of Jiekong Temple, who are like worshiping Buddha halls in the downtown area.

Ziming is the junior student who is the first lecturer in Jiekong Temple, so his seniority and cultivation are all placed there.But when he's not talking, he's hardly noticed.

His voice was as warm as a spring breeze, as if he was reciting scriptures, "Amitabha, my master and uncle often said that our Buddhist disciples walk in the world, not to give in because of compassion, but to have a 'Bodhisattva heart, diamond means'. The poor monk didn't understand it before, but now he understands that he was talking about people like Benefactor Yin."

Everyone was filled with emotions and didn't know what to say for a moment.

The elder who held Pu Zong snorted coldly, and cursed in a low voice with resentment,

"Where is kindness and softness, it is the kindness of a woman! It will be difficult to become a great weapon in the future! The Juggernaut has such an apprentice!"

Suddenly he felt a chill behind him, turned his head hastily, and saw that elder of Lian Jianzong looking at him coldly.

Only then did he realize that the object of Yin Biyue's mercy was a disciple of Lian Jian. Although his voice was low, it was hard to escape the eyes and ears of a half-step Mahayana.Among the people watching the battle today, Elder Lian Jianzong has the highest cultivation level.That look didn't reveal any coercion, but it was full of threats, so he had no choice but to keep his face blue and said nothing.

The elder of the Qinglu Sword Sect also spoke, and said lightly, "It's a good thing that the Sword Master has such an apprentice."

The middle-aged woman coldly frightened the man who hugged Pu Zong, and turned to Qu Duiyan, showing a bit of kindness on her face.She had seen the situation of the battle clearly before, and at this moment she said, "Your junior brother did his best in order to make the last knife 'Lan Yue', and the protective essence around his body has already overflowed, almost to nothing. Yin Biyue If the sword is implemented, he will not be able to hold a sword for a year at least. Even with your mother's 'Golden Wind and Jade Dew', he will have to heal the injury for half a year."

Having said this, it turns into a warning,

"No matter who you compete with in the future, if it's not a life-and-death struggle, you must never lose your body-protecting essence and put yourself in great danger... As for that child, Yin Biyue, who is obviously cold-hearted and hot-hearted, but insists on being stubborn. You can't do a full set of human relationships, so you don't have to learn from him in the future."

Qu Duiyan still submissively agreed, "What my aunt taught is that Yan'er understands."

The middle-aged woman nodded in satisfaction.

Qu Duiyan thought of that young man with a cold face and a warm heart, so he couldn't help laughing.

It doesn't matter whether you are kind-hearted or soft-hearted, or you are unsophisticated.She feels fine.

It is different and unique.

No matter what everyone thinks in their minds, the third round of the Flower Folding Festival is still going on, and the smoke of this wonderful battle finally cleared up.

But there are still discussions in the teahouse and tavern. The first time the Yihu sword is unsheathed, it has the power to break through the mountains and embrace the moon. It should not be underestimated.I just don't know which one is sharper than the Fengfeng Sword?

Yin Biyue himself could not answer this question.

He sat on the futon and wiped the sword with a silk cloth, with a serious expression and meticulous movements.

I recalled the details of the battle in my mind.It's not an illusion. Under the threat of Lanyue, when the sword was unsheathed, the sword body did shake slightly, with a faint buzzing sound, like anger or anger.

But still did not accept his true essence, silent and stubborn.If 'Linyuan', the number one divine soldier in the 'Era of Saints', was still alive, I'm afraid he wouldn't have such a big air.

Thinking of this, Yin Biyue's heart almost collapsed.

#Master, did you have a bug in passing the sword back then?#

#I want to talk to this sword#

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Seven days later, the third round of the Flower Folding Club ended.Qu Duiyan did not show up in the subsequent competitions. Many people lamented the stunning beauty and wondered whether they would meet again in this life.

There were supposed to be 40 people who advanced, but there were several lose-lose battles, and the winners also gave up their qualifications for the next round.Therefore, only 36 people advanced.

Before the fourth round of lottery, the participating disciples still have three days to rest.The Qinglu Sword Sect also dispatched manpower to strengthen and repair the formations in the arena.

There are more foreign practitioners in Yecheng, and they are all waiting to watch the next round of competition.The daily patrols of the black armored guards have increased a lot, and the business of restaurants, shops and gambling houses in the city has improved.

Now the disciples of various sects have been eliminated and came to watch, far more than those who are still competing.

Many people don't have the pressure of the competition, and they like to go to the casino to place small bets, to enjoy the small bets, to support their own sects, and to adjust their practice life.

Although the results of the next round of lottery have not yet come out, many people know what happened in the teahouse that day. There will be a battle between Fengfengjian Zhongshan and Sword Master disciple Yin Biyue, so the betting has started early.

The sword power that Yin Biyue showed in the battle before made the rumors that he was "besotted with madness and greatly damaged his cultivation base" self-defeating.Therefore, the odds of winning and losing between the two are not much different.

But after all, Zhong Shan's realm is higher, and there are more bets on him.After all, in the last round of the competition, some people questioned his cultivation in the later stage of breaking barriers, thinking that he was already a half-step Hinayana.

By the autumn lake, Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue repeated their lives of cultivation, sword practice, and chattering.

Duan Chongxuan was busy cultivating, practicing swords and being taught by others, and even went to the gambling shop to bet a lot of money for his senior brother in his busy schedule.

So in the eyes of Yecheng girl, he is handsome, young and rich, and his image is even more stalwart.

Only the disciples of Bao Pu Zong did not participate in this huge gambling game that almost all the people participated in.

It's not because they are devoting themselves to practice and transcending vulgar interests.But in the initial battle between Yin Biyue and He Lai, they borrowed a large sum of money from the Yecheng Bank to bet on He Lai to win.Later, when the gambling game was lost, the money was not available for a while, and the leader led the elders to personally pay for the money owed to the bank.

This incident was reported back to Hengduan Mountain in the Western Continent, and was reprimanded by the elders of the sect for 'disgraceful'.That's why the disciples of Baopu Zong don't dare to gamble anymore.

The dog days in Yecheng were about to pass, and when Wujin fell to the west, there was a cool breeze.

People in the city moved out bamboo chairs to cool off in the streets and alleys, cracked sunflower seeds with cattail fans, and talked about the lively event of folding flowers that they had just heard.The colorful lanterns on the flower building couldn't wait to hang up, the vendors on the main street in the center began to prepare for the night market, and the lanterns in the big houses of Gaomen also lit up early.

The Cangya disciples by the autumn lake finished their day of sword practice and practice. Some returned to the house to concentrate on meditation, and some walked to the center of the city together to join in the excitement in Yecheng.

The afterglow of the western sky sprinkled down, and the lake surface became golden.Tired birds return to their nests, and smoke rises from a residential courtyard with white walls and gray tiles in the distance.

The figures by the lake gradually moved away, the laughter and chatter also dispersed, and the autumn lake in the evening fell silent.

There is only a gentle breeze blowing thousands of weeping willows by the lake.

So far, today is no different from the past.

But today is destined to be different.

Because there is a little girl standing under the willow tree.

No one knows when she came and how long she has been standing.

It was as if she appeared there quietly, neither Evening Breeze nor Weeping Willow noticed.

She was wearing a purple gown with wide sleeves and a narrow waist, and the hem was embroidered with brocade-like dark patterns.The pearl hairpin in the hair is neither wood nor jade, only a round pearl is embedded at the end, shining brightly in the setting sun.

When the white-haired boy pushed open the door and walked towards the lake with a sword in hand, she smiled slightly.

Smile Sanchun.

No matter how beautiful the weeping willow is, how can it be as soft and beautiful as her dimple?

No matter how bright the lake is, how can her eyes be bright?