After losing his memory, he was with his old enemy

In the second round of the two-two duel, a lottery system was used to select the opponents. This lottery was conducted before the start of the test, in order not to allow people to prepare in advance, but also to test the monk's ability to adapt when facing unfamiliar enemies.

Qi Ling stood outside the arena, watching people go up one by one, but it was not his turn, Wu Nong put his hands on his shoulders, and said: "Among the rest, only Shen Changzhou is a bit troublesome."

Qi Ling: "?"

He didn't understand where Wu Nong's self-confidence came from. If it was against Brother Shen, it would be a little troublesome, it would be very troublesome, extremely troublesome!

After the first round of trials yesterday, he also heard someone say that the head of the Linyang Sect will only accept one apprentice this year. At first, everyone thought that the apprentice must be Shen Changzhou, but now one came out of nowhere. Qi Ling took the position of Shen Changzhou.

After hearing those words, Qi Ling thought about Brother Shen's indifferent look, and was afraid and couldn't understand for a moment.

If Shen Changzhou really hated him, why would he save him in Wuxiang Sanyuan Pan?

Qi Ling thought again, if he faced Shen Changzhou today, would he be beaten badly?

Thinking of this, he glanced at Shen Changzhou again, only to see Shen Changzhou holding his sword wrapped in white cloth, quietly resting against a tree beside him with his eyes closed, as if he didn't care about the situation here at all, Not worried at all.

Wu Nong: "Are you looking at someone else?"

Qi Ling came back to his senses: "Huh?"

Can't he look at other people?

Qi Ling thought to himself, how could this person be so possessive?Last night he said he would take off his clothes for this person to see, but he didn't want to. Today he just looked at Shen Changzhou more, and this person looked indifferent again.

It’s weird.

He couldn't figure out whether Wu Nong had broken his sleeve or not.

Qi Ling glared at Wu Nong, and turned his head to the other side. With this turn, he saw Song Deng's eyes staring at him.

Qi Ling: "..."

His back felt cold, and he thought of Chu Yu'er's warning, saying that it was as far as possible to avoid Song Deng, which really made sense.

"The next lottery, Shen Changzhou."

The little monk's voice sounded again, and Qi Ling realized that the competition between the two just now was over.

The rest of the monks around began to chatter. On the one hand, they were expecting someone who was so unlucky to meet Shen Changzhou, and on the other hand, they prayed that that person was not themselves.

Qi Ling turned his head and wanted to ask him if he knew about Shen Changzhou. After all, it was rumored that he was so good at spreading the word, so he didn't know if it was true.

It is said that Shen Changzhou is from Suzhou in the south of the Yangtze River. It happened that Qi Ling remembered that Yang Pingzhu was also from Suzhou.

Just turning his head, he saw that the expression on Yang Pingzhu's face was not quite right.

According to common sense, if Shen Changzhou is really that powerful, Yang Pingzhu should be praying like the group of monks that he is not the one who gets drawn, but now Yang Pingzhu is staring at Shen Changzhou with killing intent in his eyes.

It's really not like his temper.

Qi Ling looked down and saw that Yang Pingzhu's fingers holding the saber were tightening, as if trying to dig into the hilt of the sword, the veins on his wrist also protruded.

Qi Ling: "Brother Yang, you are fine..."

"Fight, Qi Ling." The monk's voice sounded again, Qi Ling was stunned for a moment, and he didn't finish his sentence.

He froze in place, tilted his head, and looked at Wu Nong in disbelief, as if saying: "It's... me?" !

Wu Nong nodded.

Qi Ling's face turned pale, and he saw the monks around him laughing lowly, as if they wanted to see a joke.

Wu Nong's face darkened, and he glanced at them. The group of monks immediately felt a chilling killing intent on their shoulders. They paused to restrain their smiles, and turned their heads to look for the source of the killing intent.

Qi Ling looked up to the stage and saw Shen Changzhou looking at him.

Wu Nong caught the two of them looking at each other, and said coldly: "You are not allowed to look at him later."

Qi Ling glared at Wu Nong: "...you have to be tolerant when you make things difficult for me, and if I don't look at him, I'll be beaten standing up?"

Wu Nong lowered his eyes and did not speak.

Everyone around watched, Qi Ling could only bite the bullet.

Shen Changzhou knew in his heart that Qi Ling couldn't even control a sword, but out of respect, he still took out his own sword, Mo Li.

The whole body of the sword is black, engraved with patterns of lotus flowers, making it look strangely deep.

Qi Ling heard someone below say: "Haha, although the Shen family is lonely, but with Moli baby in hand, there is still a chance to get back on their feet."

Another person said: "The boy from the Yang family will also participate in the trial of the Laiyang faction this year. Would it be interesting if the two of them entered the same peak?"

Qi Ling paused in his heart, and raised his eyes to look down the stage. Sure enough, he saw Yang Pingzhu's expression darken, and he drew his sword and went towards the two talkative monks.

The two monks were unprepared, and they were about to be stabbed. In the next second, a wave of spiritual power whizzed past, knocking the sword in Yang Pingzhu's hand flying.

Song Deng said with a dark face: "This is a competition, not here to fight for you! If you have any personal grudges, please settle them privately after the competition."

Yang Pingzhu gritted his teeth and stared at the two monks.

Seeing his murderous eyes, the two monks took a step or two back, but when they thought that there were the dean of the Qingjie Academy and so many elders here, Yang Pingzhu didn't dare to mess around, so they smiled and stretched out their hands to ask for it. Pick up, "Just kidding, don't take it so seriously, the one in the stands doesn't mind."

Yang Pingzhu took a step back, avoiding the hand on his shoulder.Glaring at Shen Changzhou again, Gu Zi walked to the side and slammed his fist on the tree.

Qi Ling: "..."

After watching Yang Pingzhu, he went to look at Shen Changzhou again, only to see that Shen Changzhou still had the same indifferent expression, as if the words just now had nothing to do with him at all.

Qi Ling lowered his head, thinking that the relationship between Yang Pingzhu and Shen Changzhou is not very good.

The episode was over, and the competition still had to continue. When it came up, Shen Changzhou didn't make any moves, as if he was waiting for Qi Ling to make the first move.

Qi Ling thought to himself: I don't know anything.

He smiled, and stretched out his hand to make a "please" gesture, indicating that Shen Changzhou should come first, otherwise it would be impossible for the two of them to stand like this all the time.

In the eyes of the people in the audience, this action was naturally Qi Ling - this apprentice who the head of the sect had threatened to accept, was a bit too arrogant, and did not take Shen Changzhou seriously.

For a moment, they were a little curious about how capable Qi Ling was.

It's just—their full of expectation melted into the surging river and disappeared without a trace when Qi Ling was beaten to the ground with one punch.

There was a sigh from the crowd, but they all suppressed it after they felt a strange chill,

Seeing Qi Ling's appearance, Song Deng didn't even know how to hide, just stood there being beaten, and felt more and more in his heart that what Wu Qing said that day made sense, the master's eyesight is not good.

Wu Nong frowned, just watched quietly, without saying a word.

Over there, Qi Ling got up and touched his face, feeling that his heart must be swollen.

Shen Changzhou said lightly: "Why don't you avoid it?"

Without spiritual power, don't you even have the reaction to dodge?

Qi Ling: I wanted to avoid it, but I failed.

He touched his face, hissed, and said, "Why don't you use a sword?"

Shen Changzhou: "... If you use a sword, you can't dodge it, but you still have your life?"

Qi Ling thought to himself: It seems to make sense.

Shen Changzhou's next blow came very quickly, Qi Ling felt that he had used the fastest speed to dodge, but his shoulder was still knocked down, he groaned in pain, and fell to the ground again.

Shen Changzhou: "..."

Song Deng frowned and looked at Qi Ling solemnly.

Equally dignified, there is also the head.

According to what Song Deng said last time, this man named Qi Ling once saw through his moves in the Qing Jie Yuan.

And he once met a person who also possessed this ability.That person possesses something called precognitive bloodlines, which allows him to see into the future and know things that haven't happened in advance.

At that time, he was puzzled about Qi Ling.Later, the demons invaded Qianhe Mountain, and when he arrived at the gate of the mountain, he felt an extremely powerful wave of spiritual power.

This fluctuating spiritual power gave people the impression that it was very similar to the person who had the ability to predict bloodlines.

Later, he learned that Qi Ling was also at the gate of the mountain, so he proposed to accept Qi Ling as his apprentice, just to test him out.

It's just that he didn't expect that this person who is very likely to have the blood of foresight would be unable to break Shen Changzhou's attack without any spiritual power today.

Going on like this is not good for either of them.

Today's competition is basically a show of strength between two people. If a competition does not even use spiritual power, how can we see their strength?

Qi Ling wiped away the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, the pain in his body made him unable to stand up for a while, but Shen Changzhou had already walked in front of him, and said softly: "The one the head wants to accept is someone like you."

Qi Ling: "..."

He thought to himself: Sure enough, Brother Shen still cares about it, he cares that he has snatched the position of apprentice who is the head of the sect.

Qi Ling coughed and said with a smile: "I don't want it. Brother Shen, if you beat me, you can become the master's apprentice. I won't fight for it from you."

Shen Changzhou: "..."

Seeing that Shen Changzhou had no tendency to continue making moves, Qi Ling sat on the ground and couldn't get up at all. He raised his head and said, "Brother Shen... Am I hurting you by being like this?"

Shen Changzhou took a few steps back and said, "Then you will use your spiritual power to fight me."

Qi Ling pursed his lips, stood up and said, "But I really don't know how to use spiritual power..."

"Hmph, wanting to join the Linyang Sect without using spiritual power is simply wishful thinking."

There is only one person who dares to talk nonsense under the oppression of Wu Nong's spiritual power - Wu Qing.

Although Wu Qing didn't understand where the chill in his body came from, he still had to slander what should be slandered. He hated Qi Ling before, and seeing him like this made him feel very happy.

Qi Ling turned his head to the side and saw Wu Qing's face was bruised and purple, with a bandage on his head. Thinking of him whining outside the house last night, he probably had a fever due to the wind.

Qi Ling: It's all like this and you still want to come and see my jokes, it seems that you really hate me.

Wu Nong couldn't see someone talking about Qi Ling, so he naturally didn't have a good temper with Wu Qing. He didn't want to hurt the high priest enough last night, but he still wanted to slander him like this today.

Wu Nong slowly turned his hand hidden in his sleeve, and recited the formula in his heart.

In the next second, several cranes flew over Wu Qing's head, and something fell from them.

With her eyes closed, Wu Qing felt something on her face, thinking it was raining, and reached out to touch it, it was sticky.

I took a closer look.

Wu Qing's face froze: "..."

The people around couldn't hold back and laughed.

What else do not understand?

This person is so bad that he can't even look at the cranes on Qianhe Mountain.

Wu Qing's face was flushed, Yu Jian flew away without looking back, and went to wash her face.