Uncle, a sick beauty dressed as a black lotus

Eucommia has already walked over.

Those gentle but firm footsteps strangled Xuan Moxiao's heart like an iron chain.

His sword uniform was already drenched in cold sweat, and his hands and feet were too cold and stiff to use his strength. What should he do?Fighting desperately to take Ye Qingyi away or take the initiative to admit everything and wait for God's will.

God's will... It's a pity that God's will has never treated him kindly!

While anxious, Su Mengsheng's voice sounded in his ears again.

"Junior Brother Du! Why are you pushing me!"

Su Mengsheng walked towards Du Zhong with a dissatisfied face, grabbed Du Zhong's sleeve and said, "Junior Brother Du, I'm talking to you, but you ignore me, what are you doing to trouble this screen?"

Du Zhong said with a cold face, "Let go."

"I don't." Su Mengsheng cheated, "Unless you give me an explanation."

Du Zhong's complexion darkened, he shook off Su Mengsheng's hand forcefully, and opened the screen suddenly.

Behind the screen stands a large cloisonne vase.

Du Zhong stared at the big vase in disbelief, his brows were involuntarily twisted together, Su Mengsheng was even more startled, staring at the vase blankly, as if he had seen a ghost.

The two were silent for a long time, and then they both turned around. Su Mengsheng relaxed his expression, and poked Du Zhong's shoulder with his fan: "Junior Brother Du, what are you doing so suspiciously?"

Du Zhong looked up, down, left, and right, and pulled the screen back impatiently.

"Senior Brother Liu." Du Zhong said coldly, "Where is the person who cast the spell on you?"

With eyes drooping slightly, Liu Wuhai who seemed to have fallen asleep slowly opened his eyes: "I don't know."

"I don't know?" Du Zhong raised his voice, "You are also a great power in the Nascent Soul stage, even if you are no match for the opponent, you should know the opponent's whereabouts, right?"

Liu Wuwei was said to be blue by Du Zhong, but he was hit by the immobilization spell again, so he couldn't move, so he knelt on the ground and said to his two juniors: "I underestimated the enemy for a while, and I was tricked by that man, except for a red shadow Other than that, I didn’t see anything clearly, that person’s cultivation level is not high, but the formation and spells are quite powerful, as if he’s learned it for many years.”

"Enough is enough, enough is enough. After talking for a long time, I didn't say a word to the point." Su Mengsheng stopped Liu Wuhai, unwilling to let him continue talking.

Du Zhong continued to ask: "What else?"

Liu Wuwei's black and deep eyes trembled slightly: "He wants to kill me, with a sword!"

"Sword?" Du Zhong was taken aback, pushed away Su Mengsheng who was crowded beside him, went to the screen and looked back, and saw a long sword lying beside the cloisonne vase.

However, although the sword is there, the person holding the sword has already fled...

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On the ninth day of September, the weather was beautiful and the sun was shining brightly.

Before dawn, there was already a huge crowd in front of the Golden Phoenix Terrace. The heads of the Xian family, headed by Su Mengze, lined up on the Golden Phoenix Terrace with gold brick steps, looking at the disciples who were eager to try and ready to go, with a smile on their faces.

The meeting was just around the corner, and the atmosphere was very hot, but Ye Qingyi couldn't get excited at all. He sat weakly on the pear blossom wood chair covered with buckskin, half-closed his eyes, with an unusually calm expression.

Beside him, Su Mengsheng who turned into an old mother was sitting. Su Mengsheng lightly held one of his hands, repeating those few words: "Junior Brother Ye, if you feel unwell, go back to the room and rest."

"Junior Brother Ye, don't worry, that bastard has already been locked up by Junior Brother Du and I. We will settle accounts with him as soon as the Immortal Sword Conference is over."

"Junior Brother Ye, how do you want to vent your anger? Let my brother punish him to guard the ghost boat in the Nether River, okay?"

Ye Qingyi listened to Su Mengsheng's words with one ear but not the other, the more he listened, the more irritable he became.

When he woke up last night, there was only Su Mengsheng and Eucommia by his side. As for Xuan Moxiao and Liu Wuwei, they were nowhere to be found. He didn't care whether Liu Wuwu was dead or alive. After all, whenever he thought of this person, he felt very sick , he just wanted to know where Xuan Moxiao went.

He clearly asked Xuan Moxiao to find Su Mengsheng, but the person who brought Su Mengsheng and Du Zhong was Rong Lian... Also, who is the person who cast a spell on Liu Wuwu?

Desperate...

He turned the iron ring on the index finger of his right hand, squinted his eyes and looked in the direction of the disciple of Yuqiong Mountain, and saw Xuan Moxiao with just one glance.

The young man was dressed in red, tall and tall, elegant and elegant, even standing among the lively and heroic disciples, he was still so eye-catching.

It seems that he is no longer that pitiful young man who is dependent on others...

Thinking of what Xuan Moxiao and he were about to face, Ye Qingyi was somewhat flustered, but even so, he still showed a faint smile at Xuan Moxiao.

Xuan Moxiao saw it.

Even though it was so far away, he could still clearly see his Master Ye smiling at him.

Xuan Moxiao's already tightly clenched fists were clenched even tighter, so tight that his whole body trembled slightly.

Uncle...

"Xuan Moxiao, what's wrong with you?"

Yan Qinghe stood beside Xuan Moxiao at some point, and seeing him clenching his fists with resentment, he couldn't help asking.

Xuan Moxiao was startled by Yan Qinghe's voice: "Brother Yan? I, I'm fine."

As he said that, he released his whitened fingers, and returned to his usual deserted, calm and peaceful appearance.

"Where did you go last night?" Yan Qinghe asked again.

Xuan Moxiao was taken aback for a moment, turned his face to the side, and looked at Yan Qinghe suspiciously.

"Look at me?" Yan Qinghe raised his handsome eyebrows, "I counted the number of people last night, but you were missing. I searched everywhere but couldn't find you, so I waited for you in your room, but you The kid didn't come back all night, and said, what did you do?"

Yan Qinghe actually waited for him in his room all night... Xuan Moxiao felt a little surprised, paused, and said in a low voice: "It's nothing, I just found a place where no one was around to practice for a while..."

Yan Qinghe stared at Xuan Moxiao in a daze: "Grind your gun before the battle?" He chuckled, "You kid, I don't usually see you working hard, the competition is about to start, you are in a hurry!"

Xuan Moxiao smiled awkwardly, taking it for granted.

"Okay, I'll go in later, brother, I will protect you." Yan Qinghe said, "I promise you won't be bullied by those guys!"

Yan Qinghe said while looking in the direction of the cold crystal valley disciples, Xuan Moxiao also looked over when he saw this, just in time to meet the gazes of Xi Yanming and others staring at him.

Seeing Xuan Moxiao and Yan Qinghe looking over, Xi Yanming smiled provocatively, and made a gesture of wiping his neck to Xuan Moxiao, while Feng Yong held his long sword tightly and stared at Xuan Moxiao with a gloomy gaze, writing all his murderous intentions in the in the eyes.

Xuan Moxiao looked at the two of them calmly for a moment, then looked away wordlessly.

At three o'clock, the Immortal Sword Conference was held on time.

The sixteen golden giant horns were played in unison, emitting earth-shattering but low-pitched symphony. Su Mengze and the heads of the various sects walked to the Golden Phoenix Terrace, and looked at the disciples of the Xianmen under the stage with high spirits.

"Today is our once-in-ten-year grand meeting in the cultivation world! Thank you all for your patronage, and welcome all the disciples to come. Once the golden phoenix comes out, the competition will start. The one who gets the phoenix feather will be the leader of this Immortal Sword Conference!"

"Win the first prize! Win the first prize! Win the first prize!"

The disciple raised his arms and shouted under the Jinfeng platform.

That voice shook the mountains, Ye Qingyi's heart trembled, and the soles of his feet went weak.

Another deafening horn sounded, and finally, the much-anticipated golden phoenix leaped out from the sky, waved its red-golden wings, passed over everyone's heads, and flew into the majestic high mountain behind Jinfeng Terrace with a neighing sound.

The entire Lihua Palace was filled with brilliance due to the arrival of the golden phoenix. The golden light was shining brightly. In the midair, a door to the void opened slowly, and the door was filled with white mist. At the end of the white mist, it was the place for today's competition. , Jinfeng Mountain.

As soon as the Gate of Void opened, the disciples of various factions became excited one after another. Seeing this, Su Mengze waved his sleeves: "Entry."

The disciples of Lihua Palace flew into the Void Gate first, followed by Cold Crystal Valley, Wanliu Villa followed closely behind the disciples of Cold Crystal Valley, and the disciples of Yuqiong Mountain were the last to enter.

After the disciples of other sects also successfully entered the void gate, the golden air gate floating in the sky slowly closed, and then transformed into a huge landscape painting, which appeared in front of everyone.

What is shown in the painting is exactly the scene in Jinfeng Mountain. The golden phoenix that has already flown into the mountain whistled past, landed on the top of the mountain, and stared down at the disciples of various sects who stepped into Jinfeng Mountain.

Su Mengsheng and others looked at the scene in the painting and discussed in twos and threes.

"There are many more disciples who came to participate in the competition this year than in the past. It seems that our cultivation world is passing the torch from generation to generation, and talents are emerging in large numbers. It is a prosperous and prosperous scene."

Wan Chuyu, the owner of the Linglong Pavilion, smiled slightly.

"So what if there are too many people? In the final analysis, they are all mediocre, how many of them can be successful?" Liu Wuhen, who was sitting at the bottom right of Su Mengze, took the conversation slowly, "It's just a superficial effort to decorate the front, let alone talk about it. Come on, why use it to show off by deceiving yourself."

The originally harmonious and beautiful atmosphere was broken by Liu Wuhen's words, but Liu Wuhen didn't know it, and was sipping tea contentedly, as if no one could do anything to him.

That Liu Wuhen was born with willow eyebrows and fine eyes, which was quite different from Liu Wuwu, who had deep facial features. He was very feminine. He was wearing a cherry-colored robe, enchanting, feminine and evil, with beautiful eyes slightly narrowed, and his neck was raised high. He showed his dignity and arrogance unabashedly.

Wan Chuyu suffocated at Liu Wuhen's place, laughed dryly, and stopped talking. A few disciples came to the meeting with their favorite disciples, but the leader who was striving for the top was not happy, and opened his mouth to argue: "Liu Wuhen The owner's words are wrong. Although the weather in our cultivation world has been smooth and rainy these years, the disciples of various sects have never slacked off. The improvement in cultivation is faster than when you and I were young. Why should the owner Liu say something? What if you are discouraged?"

Liu Wuhen snorted when he heard the words: "It's ridiculous, if they really lost the game because of my few words, then in the final analysis, they are still not capable enough."

The faces of all the heads turned cold, and they accused Liu Wuhen all over the place.

Liu Wuhen didn't panic at all, put down the teacup and continued: "When our group of people competed together, Daoist Cangqi was still around, and the world of comprehension ruled by Daoist Cangqi was a thriving scene. Not to mention , let’s talk about his favorite disciple, Xi Muyao, everyone present, who is his opponent?”

Everyone gasped when they heard this.

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