Bai Yueguang, who became a boss after escaping from death

Inside the watchtower, the elders and immortal heads of various sects gathered.

Gu Jingyu and several disciples accompanied the two elders. From the watchtower, they commanded a panoramic view of the fairyland-like scene on Qiongtai not far away.

Immortal Yiling played the opening music on the Qiongtai, attracting countless fans from the audience to watch, and the Qiongtai was completely surrounded.

As the head of the ten elders of the Dark Cloud Le Sect, Immortal Yi Ling is also on the list of twelve beauties, and is also the only female cultivator who is infatuated with Qiu Zhaoye in the original book, and is a popular figure in folk tales.

"Immortal Yiling is still as graceful as ever."

By the way, Qiu Zhaoye's suitors also include the Sect Master Wan who spoke in front of him.

Looking at the scenery on the stage, Gu Jingyu felt that being graceful and graceful in his heart was really not a compliment for Immortal Yiling, such a posture could only be described as erratic.

He looked at the fairy on the stage with admiration, and at the same time, he used his consciousness to scan the people gathered in the audience to check for suspicious situations.

And Xia Yingxian looked at him with good eyes, seeing that he only focused on the beauty, his face gradually became gloomy.

"This fairy song of the four seasons array, every time I listen to it, I have a special feeling. I wonder how many people have entered the realm today?"

Qiu Zhenren listened to the song with his eyes closed, and praised him at the same time.

Sect Master Wan cast a meaningful glance at the disciples behind him, "Yi'er, you must listen carefully to the fairy song of the four seasons, for it is not for such an important occasion as the Dengchen Conference, Immortal Yiling would not play this song easily , since you have entered the golden core stage, this song will be of great benefit to you."

When he said it, he also emphasized the four characters Jindanqi.

Someone heard the implication, and complimented at the right time, "I've heard that Qizong has produced a rare genius named Yu Wenyi in recent years, and this is the leader? It looks like a young man, but he is a gold medalist." Is it time for the alchemy? Your noble disciple, I think this year's Tianjiao list must have a name."

The immortal heads of all the sects echoed one after another.

Shan Zhenren and Qiu Zhenren looked at each other, the former looked contemptuously, while the latter had no choice but to follow the trend because of the situation.

After all, Qizong is one of the four major sects, and it is also the organizer of this year's Dengchen Conference, so the immortal sects will inevitably sell the landlord's face.

Yu Wenyi was very complacent, "Master, don't worry, this year's top spot will belong to my Sparkling Moon Artifact Sect."

Sect Master Wan nodded in satisfaction, and glanced at the disciples of other sects present, but stopped on a young man. After scrutinizing it for a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, "When did the Sword Sect come out with such a person? How could there be such a young man as Zhao Ye?" Grace."

"Yes..." Shan Zhenren glanced at the silent Xia Yingxian, and thought that it was up to him to deal with people, "The uncle's family background has some connections with the ancestor, so he joined the ancestor's sect."

"Oh?" Sect Master Wan asked suspiciously: "Immortal Master Yuyuan actually has an old friend named Xia? How come I have never heard of it?"

Every question raised by Wan Zongzhu was also thought of by Gu Jingyu.

He turned to look at the banquet, and saw that Xia Yingxian didn't seem to have heard the conversation, and just looked at him straight.

Seeing a ray of doubt flashing in Gu Jingyu's eyes, Xia Yingxian finally replied perfunctorily: "It's not a famous family, it's not worth mentioning." Extreme appearance.

That look, very much like Qiu Zhaoye.

There are only a few lines in the original book about Qiu Zhaoye's childhood, but Wan Zongzhu happened to appear in these few lines, a pervert who coveted Qiu Zhaoye's beauty since he was a child.

So Gu Jingyu didn't like this person either.

Sect Master Wan didn't seem to care about these perfunctory remarks, but just looked at Xia Yingxian with a smile, "As expected of a high-ranking disciple of Immortal Yuyuan, with extraordinary appearance, if you ask me, this list of twelve beauties should be changed."

Gu Jingyu rolled his eyes in his heart, another boy who was being targeted by this well-dressed beast.

Back then, if Qiu Zhaoye hadn't had a good family and was a young talent with extraordinary cultivation, he might have been murdered by this person too.It's just that this person has a high status, and as the head of the four Qi sects, no one knows his true face despite his pious appearance.

In the end, it was Qiu Zhaoye who exposed this person's evil deeds and abolished his cultivation.

Ordinarily, the plot has come to this point, Wan Zongzhu should have been ruined long ago, why is he still here?Thinking of Gu Jingyu helping his forehead helplessly, it's really messed up.

Sect Master Wan continued, "What is Ying Xian's state now? Why doesn't your name appear on the list?"

What responded to him was a majestic chill, like a hurricane sweeping through winter. The originally mild temperature in early autumn suddenly dropped to freezing point, making people shiver involuntarily.

All the immortals present were shocked. Seeing that this young man was only in his teens, he had such a state. It was speculated that he had broken through the late stage of Jindan, or even half a step into the Nascent Soul state.

This cultivation level really shouldn't participate in the competition, otherwise there would be no chance for the juniors to stand out.

Yu Wenyi, who had just been complimented so much that he didn't know why, suddenly blushed and turned pale, and secretly clenched his fists.

Xia Yingxian should be much younger than himself, but his cultivation is unfathomable.

Although no one spoke on the field, everyone knew that his rhetoric of winning the championship was like a resounding slap in the face, which seemed a bit ignorant.

Sect Master Wan's eyes finally showed a trace of dissatisfaction.

The atmosphere was a bit tense, and someone quickly changed the topic with a haha: "I heard that Jian Zong Zhao Ye Tianzun has accepted a personal disciple. I don't know who has this opportunity?"

Hearing Qiu Zhaoye's name, Sect Master Wan raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? I don't know."

Shan Zhenren explained earnestly: "A disciple from the inner palace was accepted, not handed down." He pointed to Gu Jingyu who was behind him, "This is Lin Shuyu."

Everyone's eyes were cast over in unison, Gu Jingyu heard that the topic turned around and then turned to him, and had to withdraw his gaze that was originally looking outside the building.

"It is worthy of being the person next to Tianzun Zhaoye, with extraordinary appearance."

"Since he is the child Zhao Ye likes, he must have excellent aptitude."

Waves of compliments followed.

Qiu Zhaoye's face is really not small, Gu Jingyu thought.

At the same time, he felt that Wan Zongzhu's eyes swept over him inch by inch from head to toe, making him feel uncomfortable.

Xia Yingxian was all too familiar with the meaning in that gaze, so he looked at Sect Master Wan coldly, his eyes almost turned into blades and tore him into pieces.

After a long time, Sect Master Wan finally said: "Being able to enter Zhao Ye's inner hall must have something extraordinary, but I think this child hasn't formed an alchemy yet, right?" His tone was somewhat suspicious and disapproving.

Gu Jingyu shook his head frankly, "No."

This sentence made the people present show a look of disappointment.

"I don't think it would be a peerless genius who can enter Zhao Ye Tianzun's Dharma Eye. It's nothing more than that. Such aptitude can be found everywhere in the Dengchen Conference."

Someone understood Sect Master Wan's face, and said this sentence at the right time, which also attracted a burst of echo.

Shanqiu and the two masters had ugly expressions on their faces. Before they could open their mouths, their disciples said unconvincedly behind them: "Brother Lin's swordsmanship is superb, even Jindan Qi may not be his opponent."

Originally, Gu Jingyu didn't intend to pay attention to these remarks, but when he heard his own children say this, he could only helplessly support his forehead.

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, Sect Master Wan raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh?"

"It seems that you must have obtained Zhao Ye's true biography, and it happens that Yi'er is at the Golden Core Stage. Why don't you let him be your opponent, and let me open my eyes."

Hearing the words, Yu Wenyi regained his confidence, showing full disdain, and immediately took a step forward, stepping into the arena.

Judging by his posture, it seemed that he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

All the fairy heads in the field also showed anticipation.

At this time, Sect Master Wan added, "If Yi'er uses the natal magic weapon, it will appear that our Qi sect is deceiving others, so just use the sword." The tone was full of sarcasm.

Shan Zhenren frowned, and stared coldly at the disciple who had interrupted just now. The latter knew that he had gotten into trouble, and looked at Gu Jingyu blankly, only to see that the other party smiled at him: "It's okay." .

The eyebrows and eyes are gentle, like the warm sun in spring.

Seeing this, the disciple was stunned for a moment.

Looking at A Yu who smiled so much at others, Xia Yingxian felt a little sour in his heart.

Gu Jingyu turned to the people in the arena again: "The big competition is coming soon, there is no need to compete here, after all, swords have no eyes, if it affects the performance of fellow Daoist Yu, it will be bad."

Yu Wenyi sneered and said, "Could it be that you are afraid."

"How?" Gu Jingyu slowly drew his sword and walked into the arena, and smiled slightly after saluting, "Please."

Yu Wenyi was confident that he could win easily, but the opponent's moves were quick, hitting the vital points like lightning, which made him overwhelmed.

What made him feel even more unbelievable was that Ling Ran's sword intent made him instinctively feel a little fear, and even the sword in his hand was faintly disobedient, constantly revealing flaws.

After only a few strokes, there was a faint humming of the sword's edge shaking, and the tip of the sword had already stopped between his eyebrows.

If the chilling sword intent had any substance, it made him unable to move. He instinctively mobilized all his thoughts to resist, and cold sweat fell down his forehead.

Even the long sword in Gu Jingyu's palm made a small and mournful buzzing and trembled slightly because he couldn't bear the sword intent.

All this happens within a few breaths.

Looking at the figure holding the sword in the arena, Xia Yingxian's eyes widened and his heart was beating wildly.

The figure in front of him overlapped with the boy in his memory.

"Senior brother, I always feel that the last [-] moves are not yet complete." The bright moonlight outlined the figure of the young man swinging his sword.

Qiu Zhaoye leaned against the trunk of the pear tree with his sword in his arms, and looked at the boy with a smile, "Are you thinking about changing the sword manual again?"

"Isn't it enough to be punished by Master last time?"

The young man tilted his head and thought for a while, while gesticulating and waving his sword, he retreated slowly, while talking to himself: "This time, the sword manual will not be changed, only one style will be added, Master will not know..."

Before he finished speaking, the young man turned around and swung his sword backwards, the tip of the sword was pointing at Qiu Zhaoye.

With a buzzing sound, Jian Feng raised a few strands of Qiu Zhaoye's hair, and the moonlight dyed the half of his body leaning against the tree trunk into bright silver.

The young man stared at him blankly, a pear blossom petal slowly fell to the tip of the sword.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

A gust of cool wind blew, and the petals on the branches rose up, passing by the huge full moon hanging in the sky, and blowing them into the night sky.

After a long time, he heard the boy say: "This style is called Feiyu Chasing the Night."

When he recalled it many years later, he realized that it was a confession, and it was the only sentence in this life.

Qiu Zhaoye, who was thousands of miles away, also sensed this frantic throbbing. At the same time, the barrier in the sea of ​​consciousness was crumbling. He crossed the crumbling barrier and vaguely saw a figure holding a sword.

Although the shadow was motionless, he still couldn't restrain his heart beating wildly, and his pupils, which were as black as night, trembled suddenly.

He got up suddenly, and walked away from the cold pool to the secret room in two or three steps.

He stared fixedly at the extinguished soul lamp, his breathing faintly rapid, as if he had made some kind of psychological preparation, it took a long time before he stretched out his slightly trembling fingers to stroke the lampshade and inject the spiritual flow.

He has done this kind of action countless times in the past 30 years, but he has never been like today, his pupils are full of expectations.

But the flame of hope that had just ignited in his heart was once again extinguished by reality. He couldn't believe it, and tried many times without giving up, but the lamp responded to him with dead silence as usual.

"This is impossible……"

He involuntarily took two steps back.

Constantly giving him hope, and constantly making him fall into despair, as if falling from a high altitude again and again, forcing him to accept the reality again and again, this feels like a delay, and there is no end.

He returned to the edge of the cold pool like a wandering soul, and the ripples of the formation rose again like breathing after he returned to the eyes of the formation. I don't know how long it had passed, and he slowly said: "Ayu, I may need to leave for a while. There's something I can't let go of..."

"Sorry, I have to leave you here alone, but it won't be too long, you wait for me."