After the villain resigned

After a day of fierce competition, only 25 winners remained on the field.

After a short rest, the final round of competition in the Star Reaching Conference will be ushered in, in which No.1 will be decided and won the list of potential dragons in the world.

The rules of this last round are actually simple, the battle of defending the ring.

As the No.1 monk, stand on the ring and let the other 24 monks challenge one after another. If you defeat the top person, you will automatically become the main guard of the ring. If no one can beat you, you will be able to win the star Assembly laurels.

It's unfair to say that the wheel battle, but the people on the list of potential dragons in the world are all talented and brilliant people, and it's no problem to fight one against ten or one against a hundred.

If you can't even do this, you won't be on the Qianlong list.

Most of the monks knew the rules of the Star Reaching Conference. After a short noise, they quieted down, and their eyes were fixed on the number one monk.

As the guardian of the ring, Tian Ping smiled, unaffected at all, and shook the folding fan in his hand calmly.

Before the start of the much-anticipated final round of competition, the Zhaixing Building set up a banquet for guests from all over the world.

As long as the top [-] monks can participate, they can enjoy spirit fruit and spirit wine, and present gifts carefully prepared by the Star Picking Tower.

There are pavilions, terraces and waterside pavilions, carved railings and jade bricks.

Zhaixing Tower has always been rich and powerful, and the candlesticks used for lighting are all merman candles, which are made of merman flesh and blood.

Such a thing that can be regarded as a treasure handed down from generation to generation is only used to illuminate the hall.

Jiang Yi took a deep breath, feeling refreshed immediately, and then looked down at the melons and fruits on the small table.

Hehe, this Zhaixing Building is still showing off its wealth as always.

They are all century-old spirit fruits, and eating one can increase one's cultivation for ten years.

He picked up a white peach, and smelled a sweet fragrance before it reached his mouth. The peach was as big as the palm of his hand, so he could only move it to the side and take a bite.

The peach flesh is white and delicate, mixed with a touch of water red, and the transparent juice can't wait to overflow immediately after biting it.

It can be described as soft, juicy and fruity.

Zhou Siwei glanced around, but couldn't look away anymore.

It's not that peaches are attractive, but the people who eat peaches——

The pale lips were dyed by the pink and tender juice, as if coated with a layer of transparent glossy lip balm, making people want to taste what it tastes like.

Jiang Yiyi felt a fiery gaze turning back and forth on his face, thinking that someone was probing, but when he turned his head, he saw Zhou Siwei sitting beside him.

"Why, do you want to eat peaches too?" Jiang Yili stuck out his bright red tongue and licked the corner of his mouth maliciously.

Zhou Siwei didn't dare to look at it anymore, and immediately sat up straight, as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Yi sneered and continued to eat the peach in his hand.

This banquet can be said to be a joy for both the guests and the host.

After half of the time, the monks in the hall began to chat.

"I don't know if I can see the true face of the master who picked up the stars."

"Exactly, the third most beautiful woman in the world, I don't know what it looks like."

"I think the map of beauties in the world is all nonsense. The Baiyujing Tiannv and the star-struck landlord on the top of the list are all characters that we can't get in touch with. Even if they are ugly, we can't see them!"

A monk drank a few more glasses of wine, and then boldly talked about the appearance of the host who picked up the stars. He thought that someone would agree with his remarks, but unexpectedly, the whole lobby fell silent.

The monk thought he had broken a taboo, so he didn't speak when he was sober, and was still dripping with cold sweat, so he didn't dare to say a word.

The sound of silk and bamboo sounded in the distance.

A group of maids filed in with brocade boxes in their hands, and placed the things in front of each monk.

After the maids left, a tall woman walked in.

She has a beautiful complexion, and from a distance, she can't say how gorgeous she is, but it makes people think that she is drinking a clear spring in the dog days, which makes her whole body feel comfortable.

The ninth picture of the world's beauties, the star picking fairy Murong Lianxin.

The direct disciple of Lord Zhaixing, who was once Zhou Siwei's fiancée.

In fact, Murong Lianxin's ranking is full of water. The last four beauties in the world's beauties disappeared inexplicably, and they could only be replaced by the other four beauties.

Murong Lianxin was barely rated as the ninth beauty because of her previous relationship with Zhou Siwei.

But her reputation is much greater than the previous ones, and the story of her and Zhou Siwei has spread to every corner of the cultivation world.

Almost everyone commented on Murong Lianxin as a narrow-minded woman, an ungrateful white-eyed wolf who picked up sesame seeds and lost watermelon.

Perhaps because of these rumors, Murong Lianxin, who is not badly talented, has been stagnant, trapped in a realm, and has not broken through for nearly a hundred years.

As soon as Murong Lianxin walked in, someone recognized her.

With the sound of silk and bamboo, there was a quiet noise and occasional laughter.

"is her?"

"It's this woman, who was once the fiancée of the suzerain of Shangyan Sect."

"Tsk tsk, after doing these things, I don't know if she regrets it."

The monks thought their conversations were secret, but they were all listened to by Murong Lianxin. For hundreds of years, they have heard all kinds of ugly words, and now they will not be affected by these words anymore, and walk away as if nothing happened On the chief.

Murong Lian took up a wine glass on the table, and said to the monks below: "The first glass, on behalf of Zhaixing Tower, respects all young and promising monks."

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone stopped talking. They could laugh at Murong Lianxin, but they couldn't laugh at the giant of Zhaixinglou. They all raised their wine glasses in return.

After finishing the first glass of wine, Murong Lianxin filled up the white jade wine glass again, and turned to Tian Hua who was closest to her.

"The second cup, on behalf of the teacher, respects No.1 in the Star Reaching Conference."

Tian Hua has always been far ahead with a huge advantage, and no one can surpass him so far. It is not wrong to say that he is No.1.

However, Tian Hua didn't expect to come back and come out like this. After a while, he raised his wine glass, touched it in the air, and sighed, "Beauties, wine and beautiful scenery, naturally, I want to drink three big whites."

After finishing speaking, he really drank three glasses of wine straight away.

The purpose of the Star Reaching Conference is actually to attract potential monks.

Tian Hua's external identity is a casual cultivator with no background or sect, which is exactly one of the targets Murong Lian wants to recruit.

Seeing that Tian Hua was so righteous, Murong Lian smiled at him and drank all the wine in the glass.

Jiang Yiyi has been observing the movement over there, seeing the interaction between Murong Lianxin and Tian Hua, he couldn't help but push the people around him with his elbow.

Zhou Siwei turned around because he didn't know.

Jiang Yi hooked his fingers at him, motioning for him to come closer.

Zhou Siwei moved to his side, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Yiyi smiled: "Do you feel a little green on your head?"

Zhou Siwei didn't understand what "green" meant, and showed a puzzled look on his face. Jiang Yiyi explained to him thoughtfully, pointing to the two people above.

Zhou Siwei looked in the direction of the finger.

Murong Lianxin chatted happily with Tian Hua.

One has a heart-to-heart relationship, the other deliberately flatters; one is charming and the other is a handsome young man, they seem to be somewhat compatible.

Zhou Siwei frowned.

As soon as I saw this woman, I felt an uncomfortable feeling.

But this woman's face was very familiar, as if she had seen it before.

He turned his eyes away, and suddenly felt a pain in his head, and several pictures emerged from his mind.

Zhou Siwei stared at the past intently, without even noticing that he knocked over the wine glass in front of him.

It was a stormy day.

Zhou Siwei lost his parents and relatives, his dantian was destroyed by gangsters, the aura he had cultivated for several years was destroyed, and he became an ordinary person.

An ordinary person who can no longer continue to practice.

The young Zhou Siwei had nowhere to go, so he had no choice but to go to his fiancée's family to seek asylum with his engagement token.

Of course, Zhou Siwei didn't want to let his fiancée continue to travel and make engagements. He had already lost his talent for cultivation, and it was impossible for an innocent girl to follow him to suffer from mortals.

He just wanted to find a place to live. As for the engagement, it would naturally be cancelled.

But never expected that Zhou Siwei was kicked out by his servants without even entering the door of his fiancée's family.

"Bah! All the dirty and smelly things come to blow the autumn wind!" The servants said angrily as they pushed the little boy.

Zhou Siwei hadn't eaten for many days, his body was weak, he was pushed and fell to the ground, a jade pendant fell out of his hand.

When the servant saw him, he was afraid of being responsible, so he left cursing.

Zhou Siwei couldn't get up, and sat on the ground for a while before gathering his strength. Just as he was about to get up, a girl sneaked out under the cover of a servant.

"Pity!" Zhou Siwei knew his young fiancee. In the past, they had met and talked a few times.

The maid next to her snorted, "Miss's name is something you can call me."

Murong gave the maid a sympathetic look, and the maid stopped her mouth and didn't say anything worse.

"You..." Murong looked at Zhou Siwei with a complicated expression. In the few meetings in the past, Zhou Siwei always looked like a son of a family, and he had never been so embarrassed.

He fell into the mud from the sky all at once, such a big gap made Murong Lianxin unable to accept it all at once.

"We are not from the same world anymore!" Murong Lianxin was hesitant at first, but now that he has met the real person, even that hesitation has been erased, "There is no relationship between us, let alone a marriage contract gone."

The word "marriage contract" was spoken softly and quickly, as if afraid of being heard by others.

Zhou Siwei stared blankly at the girl's pretty face.

"That's right, don't think about Ms. Gao Pan." The maid said contemptuously, "You are nothing but a piece of trash, and Ms. Gao will be a fairy in the future!"

This time Murong Lianxin didn't stop the maid, maybe this was what she wanted to say, but the education she received from childhood made her unable to speak directly what was in her heart, and could only use the maid's mouth.

"You keep the silver." Murong Lian put down a few ingots of silver heartily, "Just pretend we don't know each other before."

Murong Lian left in a hurry, not wanting to have anything to do with this trash lying on the ground, she would only marry the unparalleled young master, not the present Zhou Siwei.

The heavy rain poured down, instantly drenching Zhou Siwei into a drenched chicken, but he didn't feel it.

After a long time, the pale-faced Zhou Siwei finally got up. He didn't show any backbone, picked up the silver and put it in his arms, and left with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

With money, Zhou Siwei, who was feeling weak all over, wanted to eat something warm.

Seeing him pitiful, the shopkeeper served a pot full of white rice and two side dishes.

Zhou Siwei was extremely hungry, and he buried his head in the steaming white rice. After he took two bites, he felt his heart suffocate and wanted to cry.

But before he shed tears, a person sat on the bench beside him.

"Do you mind sharing a table?"

Zhou Siwei's emotions were disturbed by these words, he suppressed it in his heart, and he looked up.

It was a young boy, wearing eye-catching bright red clothes, and a tie of the same color in his hair, which could be called an outstanding demeanor.

But these are all minutiae. The most conspicuous thing is the scarlet moiré imprinted under the boy's eyes. I don't know if it was painted or it was born like this.

Jiang Yi took a sip of the wine in his glass. The wine tasted full-bodied, and it was a fine wine.

Glancing at Zhou Siwei beside him, he closed his eyes tightly, completely immersed in the memories of the past.

Tsk, it really is the first love, the first time I see it, my heart is excited, and I can remember what happened in the past even if I lose my memory.

After much deliberation, Jiang Yi put down the cup in his hand and cursed secretly.

It was astringent and sour, and it was terrible to drink.