The fast-wearing bug has been blackened

A month later, the sect general election.

It was still three sticks of incense before the start of the test.

After a whole month of bed rest, the teenager's wound has basically healed.At this time, he was standing under the stage waiting with a broken sword on his back.The disciples from other peaks have already arrived, and they are gathering to inquire about their cultivation status.

Standing alone among a group of people, the boy seemed a little isolated.

The sect conducts a general election every three years. The young man was elected to the sect in the last general election, but because of his poor qualifications, he was barely assigned to be a handyman. If he is not selected this year, he is likely to be expelled from the sect.So most people don't want to waste time on him.

"I heard that Yuanliu Peak will accept apprentices this year! I really hope that I can worship under Master Qingyuan!"

"Realist Qingyuan has never accepted disciples, so I don't know who can get into his eyes? It's a pity that I'm only a spiritual root of water and soil, so it's probably impossible."

"Do you know that Master Qingyuan is the youngest and most handsome among the five peak masters! Before, many people were overwhelmed and wanted to be his direct disciple but were rejected. I didn't expect to attend the general election this year!"

Hearing the few words of the crowd, the young man lowered his head, and was about to lower his sense of existence, when he suddenly felt a familiar wave, and before he could raise his head, the power in his body began to riot as if out of control, and even his eyes were stained. Yin Hong.

Damn it!Again!

The young man tried his best to control his riot. Fortunately, the fluctuation was relatively far away, and it only lost control for a moment.He looked around and found that most people didn't notice anything unusual, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Since yesterday, Daoist Ling Wei has been urging him not to be late, and Qi Yuan has been said to be afraid, so he came to the election venue early today, but as soon as he arrived, he felt the familiar breath of demons.

His expression is serious!

The traitor was there? !

Qi Yuan squinted his eyes and walked around the arena, disappointed to find that the scope of suspicion hadn't narrowed down much. Several peak masters had already arrived, and they were chatting and laughing together at the moment.

When he was looking around, he accidentally met the eyes of Master Ling Wei, and the other person's expression was also solemn, as if he had noticed something just now.

Qi Yuan pretended to look away naturally.

When he turned his eyes to the audience, he saw a familiar figure standing alone at the side at the moment. When he felt Qi Yuan's gaze, he raised his eyes and looked down. He lowered his head in embarrassment, his ears flushed.

So cute.

Qi Yuan's heart was turned again, but he didn't show any dew on his face, and sat down on the peak owner's position with a serious face.Seeing him coming, several other peak masters were amazed, and lamented that Master Ling Wei actually called Master Qing Yuan, who was always lazy and unrestrained.

"Ziyuan, there are many good seedlings in the Outer Peak this year, is there any one that suits your eyes?" Master Xuan Ning was chatting happily, clapping his hands and laughing.

Qi Yuan smiled: "Yes, there are, so don't snatch them away!"

After several people heard it, they also joined the topic. When the conversation was almost over, the general election officially started.

As the master of the main peak, Master Ling Wei naturally wants to preside over the overall situation.In fact, the general election of the sect is not only about selecting disciples, but also means that disciples from different peaks compete with each other, so the translation of the scene is nothing more than friendship first and competition second.

Qi Yuan was a little bored listening to it, and turned his eyes to look at the disciples under the stage. There were not a single disciple in Yuanliu Peak, and Cangya Peak had the most disciples.

Among the many disciples, there was a teenage boy who stood at the front with his head held high. Although he was young, he was very talented at first glance. —Ming Zhen.

And standing next to him is Wei Xi, the male lead's best friend and backer.

Just as their eyes met, Qi Yuan nodded towards Wei Xi, in exchange for a bright smile from Wei Xi.

At this time, the atmosphere on the field was lively, and basically no one noticed the interaction between the two, only the Wulinggen boy who was carrying a broken sword witnessed all this, he glanced at Qi Yuan, then at Wei Xi, lowered his head and said nothing. say.

"Since everyone understands the rules, let's start officially." Ling Wei said a word, and the atmosphere on the field immediately became dignified, and all the disciples gathered together to draw lots to determine the order of the competition.

"In the first match, Wei Xi from Cangya Peak will face He Yuanjun from Qitian Peak!"

Although Wei Xi is only the root of the three spirits, he has a very high level of comprehension and hard work. He has already reached the late stage of qi refining, and he is only one step away from entering the great perfection of qi refining. The dominant one won the competition within ten rounds.

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"The seventh match, Cangya Feng Mingzhen vs. Mu Yinyin!"

Hearing the names of two very familiar plot characters, Qi Yuan immediately sat up straight.

Mu Yinyin is the daughter of Mu Qishan, the real person of Lingwei, and she is childhood sweetheart with Ming Zhen and Wei Xi.In the original work, he and Ming Zhen, a talented man and a beautiful woman, had a mutual affection as they got along day and night. Unfortunately, not long after the holy war broke out, Mu Yinyin died.

It is worth mentioning that some details in the original work imply that Wei Xi is also interested in Mu Yinyin, but she and Ming Zhen are in love with each other, so she conceals her feelings, which is also said to be one of the reasons for Wei Xi's blackening .

Qi Yuan frowned, looked at the two people who were competing on the stage, then turned his head to look at Wei Xi who seemed to be indifferent, feeling a little worried for some reason, when he looked away from Wei Xi, Suddenly, he saw the Wulinggen boy in the distance staring at him without blinking, and lowered his head shyly when he turned his head around.

Is it an illusion?I always felt that the boy's eyes just now were a bit gloomy.

Qi Yuan didn't care about this small episode, and turned his attention back to the stage. Mingzhen actually had an absolute advantage, but perhaps because he was afraid of hurting Mu Yinyin, he didn't make a big show of his strength. defense.

After fighting for a few more rounds, Mu Yinyin took two steps back, thinking that he was no match for Ming Zhen, and took the initiative to admit defeat.The two looked at each other, and there seemed to be a thousand words in their eyes.

Qi Yuan trembled, feeling as if he had caught the head teacher of a student who fell in love with him early, and looked guiltyly at Ling Wei, who looked normal.

After a few rounds, Qi Yuan finally saw a familiar figure on the field again.

"No.17 match, Cangya Peak [-] vs Waifeng Zheng Chengming!"

Seeing the skinny young man walk up to the stage, Qi Yuan realized that the young man's name was Eleven. It sounded very casual, but it didn't seem to be given by the peak master.

The young man only had the early stage of qi refining, so he was almost tortured to death on the competition stage, but luckily he was lucky enough to meet the disciples of the Waifeng. Much harder than Wufeng.

Zheng Chengming has three spiritual roots, and his cultivation in the mid-stage of Qi refining still has an advantage in terms of cultivation and spiritual roots.In the early stage, he had been suppressing the young man until he was bruised and his clothes were torn in several pieces.

The young man wiped his face in embarrassment, gasped for breath, looked extremely tired, he suddenly raised his head and glanced at the peak master's seat.

Qi Yuan immediately felt his gaze and looked back calmly, trying to appease his anxiety.

The young man gritted his teeth hard, biting his lips so hard that blood flowed out. At this moment, he erupted out of nowhere, rushed forward desperately, and attacked fiercely with the broken sword, forcing Zheng Chengming to retreat steadily. , directly fell off the stage.

At the end of the competition, the young man touched the crack on the sword body, stood up and stepped off the stage, thus defeating the middle stage of qi refining with his cultivation in the early stage of qi refining.

Afterwards, no one Qi Yuan paid attention to competed, because he didn't know who the traitor was in the crowd, so he watched the game in sleepiness, but still got nothing.

One day's competition is over, and there will be another round of competition on the next day, but according to the regulations, the peak master can choose apprentices from the first day.

There are quite a lot of good seedlings among the newcomers this year, and many of the non-personal disciples have made great progress.After the test was over, everyone knew what was going on, and they looked at Ling Wei in tacit understanding.

Master Ling Wei glanced at Qi Yuan immediately, as if he was afraid that he would not accept his disciples.

Qi Yuan felt his scalp go numb, and pointed a finger in the direction of everyone's eyes.

Seeing this, everyone turned their heads, and the disciples off the court also looked in the direction of the finger, and their faces suddenly became brilliant.

I only heard Qi Yuan say slowly: "I want this child of Wulinggen."

Everyone was too shocked to speak, only the young man with Wulinggen raised his head and glanced in Qi Yuan's direction, his face was red.

Before everyone recovered from the shock, a not-so-kind gaze stayed on the young man for a moment, and then moved away as if nothing had happened.

"This...Ziyuan...have you really thought it through?" Master Xuan Ning couldn't hide the disdain on his face, and asked in disbelief.

Qi Yuan nodded again, and said, "Yes, I've made up my mind. What do you think, brother?"

Master Ling Wei was also a little surprised, but he knew that accepting apprentices was more concerned about eye contact than aptitude, just like Wei Xi's aptitude of the three spiritual roots can also become his own disciple.Although Eleven is a five-spirit root, he still has a certain talent in actual combat. Besides, he is just a handyman disciple in his own peak. Since the younger brother likes it, he might as well teach it to him.

After thinking for a while, Master Ling Wei nodded.

"Son, are you willing to come into my sect and be my disciple?" After obtaining consent, Qi Yuan asked the boy again.The distance between the two is very far, but the voice is soft and long, and it sounds like they are facing each other.

After hearing this, the young man quickly knelt down, kowtowed, and said, "I am willing."

Qi Yuan nodded in satisfaction, stood up and walked over step by step, obviously only needed a teleportation to get to him, but Qi Yuan chose the simplest and original way, step by step, serious and solemn.

Then he stretched out his hand, firmly pulled the child kneeling on the ground up, held his hand, and left early in front of everyone.

The boy still lowered his head, hiding the meaningful expression.