Chapter 81: Meet again

The boy could not be found everywhere in the hidden sea, but he did not expect that he had fallen asleep in the wing when he returned.

Zanghai sighed, the younger brother is too shy and doesn't like to communicate with others. Going to the sea of ​​Tibet, as the intimate senior brother of Shimen, he covered the bed with a quilt for the younger brother. As soon as he touched the younger brother, the younger brother opened his eyes.

The black eyes of the young man in Xuanyi were a little bit cold. When he saw that it was the Tibetan Sea, the jitters in his eyes disappeared, his sleepy eyes were dim, and he whispered, "Brother."

Zanghai nodded, don't know why, he just approached, always feel that the vigilant killing intent of Junior Brother flashed past.

Zanghai shook his head, how could it be possible? The Xuanyi boy in front of him looked innocent and harmless. Seeing Zanghai looking at him, he tilted his head and asked Zanghai silently.

Zanghai sighed, Jun, really Jun! No matter how many times I watched it, I feel that the younger brother looks too good.

He came up with a whim, and found out a test spirit stone: "Little brother, brother, I heard that you are extraordinary in the competition, and the brother will test your cultivation skills."

Xuanyi boy glanced at him, stretched out his hand from Shanruliu, and placed it on the testing spirit stone.

The golden luster flowed, and Zanghai was surprised: "When did the junior brother break through from the foundation building to the golden core period?"

The boy said: "When I was on the road a few days ago, my senior was asleep."

Zanghai didn’t know what expression he should put on the little junior brother against the sky: "...Master knows that he must be very happy."

This is not like the waste of their Xiaoyao Sect. It took me three hundred years to get the golden core. Even the famous genius of the immortal world, Gongye Jiwu, took 50 or 60 years to the late golden core, and the younger brother two years? They also repaired a hammer, so it's better to kill him in front of the younger brother.

Zanghai said: "Mu Xiuyu will be destroyed by the forest wind, Junior Brother, your talent must not be discovered." So against the sky, Zanghai is afraid that he will die on the path of immortality.

"Yeah." The young man pulled the quilt, staring at him with dark eyes, and said, "Is there anything else going on, brother?"

"No, no more." Zanghai took a few steps and became cheerful again, "Don't be nervous in tomorrow's competition, you will break through, and the most important thing is to stabilize your mood. We can't take that requiem lamp or not."

The mood in the boy's eyes remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "I know, brother."

Zanghai left.

The young man lifted the quilt and slowly tore open his clothes. On the pale and thin chest, there were all the marks caught by the evil spirits.

There are red cracks on the skin, and the broken body is in pain.

He held the quilt tightly, enduring the pain, and the cracks healed slowly, as if after he was dismantled and divided, he healed again and became a clean and intact body. The process was terribly slow, and the pain made his face pale.

At the end, the body is finally intact, but there is a cold gold in the heart.

The boy lay back slowly, his forehead wet with sweat.

He hugged himself tightly, his body trembled slightly, why did he grow a flesh after five hundred years, but he still suffered so much?

*

A few days later, the number of participants has dropped by half.

Cen Mixuan confronted a person from Xiaoyaozong, and she was the first to confront another Tsing Yi disciple. It didn't take Cen Mixuan for a long time that the whip sent people away.

Cen Mixuan sneered, she was indeed the Xiaoyao school with the worst qualifications in general.

媵Zhuang rubbed her eyebrows, knowing that she couldn't control this sister, she was already desperate.

Just when Cen Mixuan was sure of winning, she faced another contestant from Xiaoyao Sect.

Seeing the fish pattern on his body, Cen Mixuan's eyes showed mockery.

The young man opposite said: "Below, Xiaoyao Sect...Cang Jiumin, please enlighten me from Sister Sister."

Cen Mixuan looked down on Xiaoyao Sect. In fact, few cultivators in the world can look down on Xiaoyao Sect. She didn't even take out the whip, and wanted to solve the opponent directly with spells.

A moment later, she was kicked out of the competition platform.

A slender hand stretched out in front of him, and Cen Mixuan heard him embarrassedly say: "Senior Sister is not ready yet?"

Cen Mixuan's face suddenly turned blue and white: "Dang, of course!" But she knew it was not, she really couldn't get through a single move.

"Cang Jiu Min", it should be said that it is Tan Tai Jin, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "That is no way to win."

媵Zhuang hurriedly stepped forward and helped her up: "Are you okay, sister."

Cen Mixuan covered the wound, gritted his teeth and shook his head, Yuzhuang glanced at Tantai Jin, the boy in Xuan Yi had already returned to the stage.

媵Zhuang quickly helped Cen Mixuan to leave.

Tai Jin looked at their backs and rubbed his fingers.

Su Su turned around and saw Yuefu Ya.

Yue Fuya held a fist: "Senior Sister Shake, Senior Sister. After the big match, the Master and the elders have something to say and give the Requiem Lantern to the winning disciple. Can Senior Sister go to the ceremony?"

President Su Su heard Yao Guang talk about how powerful the male disciple of Xiaoyao Sect was, she was curious, so she naturally wanted to see it.

"Okay."

A few people went to the fairy mountain where the Hengyang Sect hosted a banquet.

Shaoguang walked in front, Yuefuya swayed a few steps behind, and walked beside Su Su, with a solemn expression in a low voice: "Sorry, Sister, I didn't win the Requiem Lantern."

He looked down at his cloud boots, the decent younger junior, with a look of shame on his face.

Su Su also followed him, lowering his voice and said, "What do I want to do with the Requiem Lantern, but your spirit sword is broken, Fu Ya, senior sister has time to find a weapon for you. Big brother has a fairy sword.' Burning the sky, you can't have nothing."

Yue Fuya looked up and saw a pair of serious black and white eyes.

The young girl was covered with shark gauze, her eyes seemed to be studded with stars, reflecting his appearance.

Under her gaze, Yue Fuya's complexion gradually tightened, and he hurried forward: "No, no, I just use the spirit sword."

Susu looked at him, why did Fuya run away like a desert? He used to feed with himself, and didn't mind that she was a senior sister, so he was not polite at all.

*

Hengyang Sect was sitting at the table, Zanghai took out a picture bead from his waist.

He smiled and said: "Brother, the scene where the elder of Hengyang Sect gave you the Requiem Lantern for a while, senior brother used the photo-taking beads to write it down for you. Go back and let the master and disciples take a look. Our Xiaoyao Sect also has a day of exuberance."

Tai Jin looked at the cup in his hand, and said neither salty nor indifferent.

Many disciples are watching Tan Tai Jin, Xiaoyao Zong can hardly find a genius, not to mention the amazing type, his single Lei Linggen alone is enough to attract attention.

Because of Zanghai's words, Tantai Jin has converged a lot in the past few days, and has no more attempts to defeat his opponent.

The elders and disciples of each Xianzong took the seat for the first time.

There is no lack of quiet at the banquet, but in the next moment, the entrance of the banquet is full of laughter.

The disciples of the Hengyang Sect who originally stood at the door, I don't know who they saw, and they all rushed up, completely disappearing from the appearance of receiving the great immortal sects. They faded from the seriousness, with a bright smile on their faces.

The little disciple under the stone steps let go. Everyone at the banquet, realizing anything, looked towards the lofty entrance.

I saw a young girl jumping from the fairy sword, and a beautiful embroidered shoe under the girl's white dress. The skirt was decorated with beautiful tassels, and she walked briskly.

She covered her face with white shark gauze, showing only a pair of clear eyes and a little cinnabar between her eyebrows.

鲛sha was cast, making her face blurred.

Taijin was whispering in his ear.

"Is the daughter of Xianzun Qu Xuanzi, the little fairy Yuling."

"What is her name?"

Someone said: "Li Susu."

Tantai Jin drank the spirit dew from his cup, without raising his head. There is no more than a strange girl with outstanding status, innocent, fragile, and ignorant of world affairs.

Zanghai sighed, "Qu Xuanzi's family of Xianzun has a baby bump. Almost all sects know her existence, but few people have seen her. The same sects of Qu Xuanzi and Hengyang Sect protect her very well. ."

She is different from the hard-working disciples, such as a treasure-like identity, outstanding aptitude, and her father is still the leader of the immortal world, which is really enviable.

At least Zanghai is very envious. Hengyang Sect is the first immortal sect. Like their Xiaoyao Sect, they are so poor that they can't afford to issue swords to their disciples. He had only dared to talk to his junior and disciples before, knowing that their identities were different from them.

Most female disciples like Xiaoyao Sect look down on them, thinking that they have a low cultivation base and are tired and lazy.

Su Su came in with Yao Guang and Yue Fuya. She was about to go to Qu Xuanzi's side. With a thought, she turned her eyes to see the sitting room of Xiaoyao Sect, the disciple of Xuanyi Yuwen looked cold.

Her pupils shrank slightly, and the bright smile in her eyes disappeared.

The man seemed to feel something, the hand holding the cup paused, and raised his head to look at her, his eyes facing each other, like the vicissitudes of the ocean, five hundred years of time.

The unforgettable past in the world, one by one, appeared in front of Su Su's eyes.

Susu’s nails almost fell into his palm, looking at the person in front of him.

how come? It's him.