Bai Yueguang, who became a boss after escaping from death

After the contest between Gu Jingyu and Yu Wenyi was over, the scene was quiet for a few breaths before the heads of immortals began to gasp in admiration. Some people praised Zhaoye Tianzun for his insightful eyes and knowledge of pearls.

There were also people who took Qi Zong's face into consideration and adjusted the atmosphere at the right time. For example, both of them are young talents, and the competition was so exciting.

Only Wan Zongzhu's complexion was ashen, which was in stark contrast to the smiling silence of the two real people Shan Qiu.

Yu Wenyi was stunned for a long time, until Gu Jingyu put the sword back into its sheath and withdrew the sword intent, he suddenly came back to his senses.

At that time, the last note of the fairy song of the four seasons came to an abrupt end, Xia Yingxian's lip line slightly raised, and finally said in an atmosphere of harmony on the surface but slightly awkward: "Ah Yu, the competition has begun, don't miss the hour .”

After speaking, he stepped forward and took the other party's hand, and left without looking back.

Faced with this somewhat rude behavior, Qiu Zhenren laughed and said: "Uncle Xia is naturally arrogant, even if we don't pay attention to our suzerain, he still hopes that Wan suzerain will be gracious."

"It's okay," Sect Master Wan's face that was still livid just now quickly eased, "Youth's heart is like this, it should be like this."

When he said that, his eyes followed the two teenagers' distant figures, as if he had discovered some treasure, and a sharp light appeared in his eyes.

Yuwen Yi Shicai's arrogance was wiped out one after another, and he became angry from embarrassment: "Master, if I use my natal magic weapon, I will definitely..."

"Shut up." Sect Master Wan said in a deep voice, "The gap in the big realm is already crushing, and you have the face to use your natal magic weapon when you have a Golden Core to build a foundation?"

Being reprimanded in public like this, Yu Wenyi suddenly became dumb, the anger on his brows became even stronger, and he stared at the backs of Gu Jingyu and others leaving.

When Gu Jingyu was condescending from the watchtower, he could see the crowd gathered in Qiongtai at a glance. He kept observing carefully and found nothing suspicious.

If Qu Ziming wanted to make a move, the best time would be when everyone gathered in Qiongtai.

And when Immortal Yiling finished playing and left the arena, the competition started, and there was no abnormality in all the arenas. He had already begun to wonder if he was worrying too much.

Everything was so peaceful, there was only one thing that bothered him a little.

Immortal Lord Yiling's realm is extraordinary, every time the fairy song of the four seasons is played at the Dengchen Conference, there will always be some disciples with a lower realm breaking through the bottleneck, but no one has broken through this year.

Not only him, but also the heads of immortals have noticed, but people think that this year's contestants are not in the bottleneck period of entry, so they don't pay much attention.

But Gu Jingyu vaguely felt that today's song seemed to be slightly different from the one in memory, but he couldn't say exactly what it was.

But this doubt is fleeting, after all, in terms of rhythm, Immortal Yiling can't make mistakes.

He led his disciples down the watchtower and walked to the edge of the ring. From a distance, he saw Zhen Ziang waving at him, "Junior Brother! Hurry up, the ranks are up."

Yen Ziang's eyes were originally bright when he saw his figure, but when he caught a glimpse of Xia Yingxian following him, his face immediately collapsed.

Thinking that this person took the opportunity to take the younger brother back to his room the night before, he became very angry, and even called it helping the younger brother to adjust his breath, which is simply taking advantage of others' danger, what a hypocrite.

But due to the identity of the other party, he was not easy to get angry, so he just said coldly: "Why is Master Uncle here? You have a high status, so you don't need to participate in the competition, just watch the battle from the watchtower."

As he spoke, he pulled Gu Jingyu past him again, distanced him from Xia Yingxian, and said to Gu Jingyu in a cheerful tone: "Quick, I'll get you a number plate."

Xia Yingxian looked at him coldly, "I'm with Ah Yu, what does it have to do with you?"

There seemed to be lightning flashing between the eyes of the two of them.

Gu Jingyu didn't notice these abnormalities, he only felt the chill behind his back, but that guy was like a moving iceberg, releasing chill anytime and anywhere, which was not surprising.

He focused on observing the surrounding environment, and since he didn't find anything unusual from the beginning to the end, he also relaxed.

A group of disciples bragged about Gu Jingyu's competition just now, and Yen Ziang's eyes lit up, "There is such a thing, if I knew it, I volunteered to serve my seniors. it's a pity."

"By the way, what was Senior Brother Lin's last move just now? I didn't know there was such a wonderful sword move in the thirteen moves of Chongling." A disciple still couldn't get enough of his thoughts.

Hearing this sentence, Xia Yingxian's heart on the side seemed to be clenched by a force, and he looked at Gu Jingyu almost holding his breath, only to see a trace of hesitation on the latter's face, and then chuckled, "It's nothing, improvisation That's all."

A ray of disappointment flashed through the dark eyes, as if something had been lost, and Xia Yingxian was surrounded by extreme emptiness and sadness.

Only the two of them know the name of the sword move. If Ayu doesn't want to expose himself, it is reasonable to conceal it, but he still holds a ray of hope, hoping to hear those four words again from the other party's mouth: Fei Yu chasing the night .

The noise of the Jianzong disciples spread to the queue of the Qizong, and someone said disdainfully: "If senior brother Yu can use the natal magic weapon, how can he be the leader, and he is not ashamed to be a good boy when he gets a cheap one."

This remark provoked the head, and the disciples of the Sword Sect were not convinced, and they fought back with words. For a while, the disciples of the two factions were arguing endlessly, lingering over the entire Zongyun Peak.

Xia Yingxian remained calm, and instantly released Ling Ran's aura, making the audience immediately quiet.

"Noisy." He said coldly.

Seeing this, Gu Jingyu raised a gentle smile, and said to the disciple of Qizong who raised the question: "You are right, Sect Master Wan has a broad mind, and Fellow Daoist Yu is high-spirited and upright. I am grateful for the humility of your sect."

These words made everyone in Qizong choke, and the harsh words that burst into the throat could not be uttered.

Zhen Zi was very angry, "Junior brother, what are you talking about..."

But before he finished speaking, Gu Jingyu interrupted him: "Look, Senior Brother Pei's name is on the Moon Shadow Stone."

The Moon Shadow Stone displayed the names of the contestants in the sword test armor group, and Pei Muzhi's expression darkened when he learned about his opponent.

"I'll be the first one to meet him." Zhen Ziang expressed a trace of regret in his words, and patted Pei Mozhi's shoulder, "Senior Brother Pei, try your best, and besides, the competition is ranked by the final points, it's okay to lose a game, and you still have a chance. "

"It's just that losing the first game affects the mentality too much." Someone said with regret.

"Senior brother Pei is the most qualified among us, what a pity."

Gu Jingyu was a little confused, and looked at the name on the Moon Shadow Stone again, surnamed Ji.

He knows this surname. The family of cultivation that has been passed down for thousands of years has inherited the blood of the ancient Huang Clan. Some members of the clan will occasionally awaken the power of the blood. The foundation has already been established.

Not only that, due to the limited talent, there are a lot of monks who stop at the Nascent Soul and even the Jindan stage for life, but the descendants of the Ji family who have awakened the power of blood have no upper limit of practice. Today, there are only three great masters in the Mahayana stage in the world, and one of them is He is the head of the Ji family.

It's also ten years of practice, and ordinary people need to put in unimaginable efforts to enter the Golden Core stage, apart from being one of the best in talent, but the Ji family makes it easy.

The world is so unfair sometimes.

Amidst the wretched sighs of the crowd, Gu Jingyu smiled easily, "Senior Brother Pei, don't worry, you may not lose."

A hint of surprise flashed across Pei Muzhi's originally gloomy face, and Gu Jingyu whispered something into his ear, and after a while he looked at him suspiciously, "Is this true?"

Gu Jingyu nodded, "If it's against the real Nascent Soul, this trick will definitely be ineffective, but even if it's the Ji family, it's almost impossible to enter the Nascent Soul after ten years of practice." As he said, he lightly slammed his fist on the opponent's shoulder, " Do not worry."

He was right, the opponent was at the late stage of Jindan, two levels higher than Pei Muzhi who had just entered Jindan.

Although Pei Muzhi didn't really believe it, he still had the idea of ​​treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor. He repeated the formula formula in his mind several times, and then slowly stepped into the arena, and at the same time squeezed the hilt of his sword hard, with a buzzing sound , a layer of cold light appeared on the blade, wrapping the blade like a blue flame.

"Use the power of the ice spirit on the top of the cloud to suppress the true fire of the Phoenix." Xia Yingxian looked sideways at Gu Jingyu, stretching beautifully, "Ah Yu, you are indeed intelligent and knowledgeable."

Many years ago, someone taught him a similar method, but at that time, he met the head of the Ji family.

He looked at the person in front of him, feeling a little dazed for a moment, the figure of the young man in his sight overlapped with the person in his memory a hundred years ago.

Gu Jingyu looked at the ring without squinting, and said with a smile: "The Ji family uses the phoenix real fire as the foundation of their practice, and only by using the power of the ice spirit with formations can they suppress the opponent's cultivation at the same level. The place where the Chen Conference is held is located in the northern region, otherwise Senior Brother Pei would not have such good luck."

Xia Yingxian looked at Gu Jingyu in a daze, and suddenly asked: "What if the opponent you meet has already reached Yuanying?"

"Then there is only..." Gu Jingyu looked sideways at the other party, and met a pair of eyes that were carved like ice jade. Although the other party looked at him, he always felt that those eyes seemed to pass him, and looked at infinity. In the distance, the figure reflected in the pupils actually gave him the illusion that it was not him but someone else.

He paused, realizing that he had said too much, so he smiled lightly and said, "Then I can't help it."

He has a way.

Xia Yingxian turned his head away, his heart ached so badly that he couldn't breathe.

In his memory, Gu Jingyu used his heart and blood to set up a sacrificial array to summon the Northern Frozen Dragon Soul for him, and refine the frost.

Therefore, the Shuanghua Sword is innately suppressing the Phoenix True Fire.

Although the ancient Bingyi only had a wisp of ignorant remnant soul fragments left in this world, it was an act against the heavens to sacrifice the sword to the gods, but Gu Jingyu did not know what method he used back then to do it.

And Ah Yu did all this just to help him win the top spot in the Dengchen Conference and get the chance to ascend to the ninth floor of the Burning Tower.

His Ayu is most afraid of pain, but in his memory, Ayu is always bleeding and hurting for him.

At this moment, a voice interrupted his thoughts, "Junior Brother, it's your turn."

Seeing his name appear on the Moon Shadow Stone, Gu Jingyu waved to Zhen Ziang with a smile, "I'm going."

Xia Yingxian watched that lithe figure fall into the arena, just like a hundred years ago, that high-spirited young man who always showed a bright smile.