One The competition has not yet begun.
"Tell me," Du Wenguang, the captain of the Yunyin Sect's Jiuxianyuan team, stood somewhere in the ring to watch the battle, picked up the wine jug and took a sip, looking at the lively scene around him in a daze, "Which side will win." ” Because it was the only two victorious teams in the Advent Camp that had met, the monks who came to watch the battle were densely packed, and the noise came and went, and it could not be stopped.
Several captains of the branches of the Yunyin Sect who had a good relationship also gathered at the outermost extension of the circular viewing platform to comment on the upcoming competition.
"Hide the sword."
Qi Ming from the Fuxing Academy said, "Last time we saw Li Dashuai's strength in his dojo. ” "But in the end," Li Han of Kuzhou Academy said with a smile, "Senior Brother Wei was accepted as an apprentice by Li Dashuai." ” "Where can an ordinary monk be able to compete with the sword cultivator and the Tibetan Sword is so outstanding," Qi Ming tried to analyze, "What's more, none of the five-person team of the Hidden Sword is weak.
Ice Milling Yard".
"You were on a mission a few days ago, and you haven't seen the competition in the Ice Grinding Academy," Li Han shook his head and interrupted him: "Senior Brother Wei barely contributed, and it was all thanks to the cooperation of these junior sisters, and he won nine victories in a row. ” Qi Ming shook his head and said, "The psychic mirror monks of each team are all controlled by him."
"Isn't that how it should be?"
Li Han retorted: "Psychic realm monks, they should be handed over to psychic realm monks.
I have long analyzed that the winners and losers of each competition in the Ice Grinding Academy have nothing to do with Wei Buji.
Chu Yue won four times, Yi Xuan three times, Zhang Mei once, and Tang Xian once.
It can be seen that the strength of the Ice Milling Institute is far beyond what we originally thought, and it is very average. ” Speaking of this, Li Han couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, and he didn't know how Wei Buer did it.
Just a few years ago, these girls from the Ice Grinding Academy were still the weakest monks in the Cloud Yin Sect in the mouth.
"If you want me to say, it's also that Zangjian Yi has a better chance of winning."
Du Wenguang also participated, "Since the opening of the competition, the Tibetan sword has fought nine battles in a row, and the battle ended in less than half a pillar of incense.
How could it be that a team like the Ice Milling Academy, which always fights protracted battles, is comparable to when the monks of our Cloud Yin Sect are so good Looking at the Dabi Guide, the result of the Ice Milling Academy has already been decided. ” The three of them have their own words, and you and I argue one sentence at a time.
After a long time, neither of them could gain the upper hand.
"What does it matter if the ice mill is won or lost?"
At this time, Shen Xian suddenly spoke, "After this fight, Wei Buer will leave the sect."
The Ice Grinding Courtyard is no longer the Ice Milling Courtyard of the past.
Even if we win, it will not be our glory. ” As he spoke, he looked towards the passage on the side of the stands, and Wei Buer walked in with a few girls from the Ice Grinding Courtyard.
Tang Xian, who was dressed in red and had a fiery beauty, was particularly eye-catching.
He couldn't help but feel stuffy in his chest, and secretly said in his heart: "What should I do to go back to the past, I really want to take out my heart." ” It is often said that only when you lose do you know how to cherish.
Truth is often like a castle in the air that is difficult to touch.
Now that it has fallen on his head, he is called a real one, and it hurts his heart.
Failing to convince Tang Xian made him extremely annoyed.
But it's just the beginning, and the Ice Yard needs a competent and capable captain, and he still has a chance.
After Shen Xian finished speaking, several people present were silent.
The matter of Wei Buer's departure from the sect has gradually spread in the sect in the past few days.
Many people don't care if he goes or stays.
But those who really hope that the Yunyin Sect will get better all hope that Wei Buer can stay.
At least that's what Li Han thought.
It's just that I heard that this is what Li Yunjing meant, and it is a foregone conclusion that Wei Buji's departure is coming.
There is also the spiritual vein of Yuexi Mountain, which is now also under Wei Buer's name.
It is even more unrealistic to return Yuexi Mountain to Wei Buer.
It is said that the head of the family has negotiated with Wei Buji and signed an agreement, and he will be given a sum of spirit stones every year as rent, and I don't know when this agreement was signed Thinking of this, Li Han couldn't help but look somewhere on the viewing platform.
Li Qingyun took several courtyard masters and elders to sit in a precarious position, looking at the venue.
A few people didn't say a word, and the silent and heavy atmosphere was particularly abrupt in the corner of the viewing platform and in the noisy venue Two He Lingxin and He Jingjing were also on the viewing platform, and the first row was on the south side.
"You say," He Jingjing was very annoyed by the noisy sound of the viewing platform, suddenly turned his head, and asked, "Can the hidden sword be done?"
"If he's willing to do it," He Lingxin faced the ring, although his face was calm, his eyes could see a little bit of faint anxiety, "It can be done." ” "He can do nothing."
"On the one hand, there is the prestige of this sect, and there are a lot of benefits.
On the other side is just a Psychic Realm disciple of the Cloud Yin Sect.
What would you choose if you were you?"
"That's not for sure, there is still that person behind Wei Buer."
"The competition in the ring is all based on ability."
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He Lingxin shook his head, and his voice was slightly louder, "Otherwise, what else would everyone compare, whose master is great, and who is the leader." ” He paused slightly, feeling that he seemed to be a little unable to control his emotions, "I mean, as long as you get to the ring, the monks use their own means, and you don't have to worry about Li Dashuai."
On the contrary, it is when we make moves off the field that we have to be afraid. ” He Jingjing smiled bitterly: "What if he wants to ask for his own hardships?"
"That's destiny."
He Lingxin sighed, "God told me to leave this matter alone. ” His expression darkened, but in his mind, he thought of the bones of Qin Nan's bloody night, and the urgent situation facing Sanhua Cave.
On the contrary, it was his own gains and losses that were automatically ignored at this moment.
This investigation took a lot of time.
If it is still empty in the end, he will not feel sorry for his hard work in vain.
I only sigh that the revenge of the wronged soul has not been avenged, and I only hate the difficulty of Sanhua Cave unsolved.
"What to do then" He Jingjing's face changed, "Otherwise, I will go to him again, a disciple of the Psychic Realm of the Weimo Sect, dare to make a ghost under our noses." ” "No need.
As soon as the sword is hidden, it is the sword seeking the leader.
People who walk this road are often resolute.
If he had been willing to help us, it would have been enough to say that part.
If not, the knife holder is useless around the neck. ” He Jingjing's eyes flashed: "Then wait like this" "I've thought about it," He Lingxin snorted, "Sometimes, I'm indeed a little stubborn and rigid.
I know a little bit about He Wuxi's temperament, and he is more suitable than me. ” He turned his gaze to the side of the viewing platform, and saw Wei Buer slowly walking out from the arena.
Not far behind him, He Wuxian followed like a ghost Three When the Ice Grinding Courtyard team arrived near the ring, it was still some time before Dabi started.
Tactics have long been discussed.
Zhang Mei and Liu Mingxiang memorized a dense book.
It has long been no secret that Zang Jianyi and his team's tactics, supernatural powers, and related circumstances have long been secret.
Targeted pre-game tactical drills have also been carried out many times, and those who are familiar cannot be more familiar.
You don't have to sharpen your guns to prepare for war.
On both sides of the ring there are quiet rooms waiting to enter.
The girls of the Ice Grinding Courtyard sat quietly inside, waiting to enter.
Wei Buer walked out of the quiet room alone.
Looking at the noisy crowd on the viewing platform, I suddenly felt that this noise came from another world.
He walked out onto the sidelines, some secluded corner.
On the slope of a hill, trees shade the ground and grass stretches.
Through the trees, you can see the rings and viewing platforms in the distance, as well as dense monks.
Like a mass of insects and ants and their nests.
He suddenly felt a little strange, when he was in the ring, he definitely would not have such a sense of the picture of the ring.
But when you stand on the hillside and look down, the feeling of the nest comes out all at once.
This is true of being a human being, being a monk, and even being a living being.
I don't know the true face of Weishan, only because I am in this mountain.
Isn't he an ant in the nest who is in great danger at the moment.
Small and fragile.
It's a big deal if you live and die all the time He thought to himself.
For a moment, he was much calmer and calmer about the impending life-and-death crisis.
Not far away, there was the sound of slow footsteps.
He turned his head to see a man with a sharp face walking quietly over with a ghostly smile on his lips.
Four "Senpai."
Wei Buer's face was unwavering, and he bowed his hand to greet him, recognizing that the other party was the man of the Diqiao Realm who passed by him in the Descending Camp.
He was clearly coming at him.
"Do You Believe in Cause and Effect?"
The man said abruptly.
Wei Buji nodded.
Secretly analyze the man's intention to come to him.
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In his calamity to his psychic vision, this crisis was mostly related to this man.
And through the supernatural power of the source of Bukan, he learned the name of this person, He Wuzhi, a descendant of Sanhua Cave. is so obsessed with finding his own trouble, he should be called He You's Illness.
"You've long been aware of my existence," He Wuxi looked at him with burning eyes.
"The younger generation doesn't understand."
Fuji shook his head.
"The blood on your body is heavy," He Wuxian smiled, and his voice was a little sharp, "I've killed a lot of people." ” "Hmm" Wei Buer's heart jumped, but there was a blank look on his face, and he said a little: "In the Northwest Battlefield, I have killed a few horned demons. ” "Horn killers don't get bloody."
He Wuzhi replied meaningfully, "The blood of the innocent will be bloody." ” "The younger generation doesn't quite understand."
"It's too late to understand."
"From beginning to end," Fuji turned his head to see him, his sharp eyes pointed straight at his eyes like the edge of a sword.
He resisted his discomfort and replied, "It's all the wrong person, and it's even later." ” He Wuxi paused slightly, and then laughed.
"It doesn't matter if you admit it now or not."
He smiled mockingly, "There must be a cause and an effect, and retribution will always come." ” His gaze was deeper and more intriguing, and he lowered his voice and said, "The unjust souls of Purgatory are also waiting for the murderers." ” With that, he turned around and walked away.
The back is like a hungry jackal in the wasteland.
Like a terrible ghost who asks for his life in the middle of the night :