Jun Xie Chenxin

Since Zhong Lishuang held Zhong Ionlan to talk, Zhong Ionlan intentionally or unintentionally avoided Feng Ninghan. Although Feng Ninghan was unsophisticated, she really felt Zhong Ionlan's change.

At night, Feng Ninghan stood at the window and looked up at the sky.There are no stars and moons tonight, and it is pitch black. There is nothing to see, but he can look at it for a long time.

Next door, Zhong Ionlan was sitting at the table at this time, her mind was heavy, and her mind was full of what Uncle Wu had said to him in the afternoon.

In fact, it doesn't need to be said by his uncle, he also understands that Feng Ninghan, an unknown junior, will become a thorn in the eyes of many people if he shines in the martial arts conference. Leaving home, he can't use the clock to take risks from home, so he must keep a distance and protect himself wisely...

"Boom!"

There was movement in Feng Ninghan's room, Zhong Ionlan's heart tightened, and he hurried out to have a look without thinking about anything else. He pushed open the door of Feng Ninghan's room, and suddenly a silver needle flew towards him. Zhong Ionlan stood there dumbfounded like a log, and didn't have time to react.

At the very moment, Feng Ninghan flew towards Zhong Ionlan with a brisk stride, clamped the silver needle between her slender fingers, and closed the window with the wind in the palm of her other hand.

Zhong Ionlan broke out in a cold sweat from shock.

"Ceng Ceng Ceng Ceng!" Countless silver needles flew towards the window, some pierced the window sill, some pierced the window curtain and flew in, Feng Ninghan drew his sword, and with a light dance, all those silver needles were shot down.

Everything has returned to calm...

The two stood in place for a long time, until they couldn't wait for the next attack, Zhong Zilan immediately closed the door, and pulled Feng Ninghan to sit down.

Feng Ninghan looked at his wrist that was being held, and wanted to break free, but he was pulled by Zhong Ionlan again. After sitting down, Zhong Ionlan let go of his hand. He glanced at the wrist that was being held, and then lifted Looking at Zhong Ionland, he said, "What do you want me for?"

"Someone is going to kill you?"

Zhong Ionlan answered irrelevant questions.

Feng Ninghan said, "Yes."

Zhong Zilan looked at the silver needle stuck on the table, took out a piece of cloth from her bosom to wrap the silver needle, and looked at it: it was no different from ordinary embroidery needles, and there was no reason for it.

He threw the silver needle on the table, looked at Feng Ninghan and said to him solemnly, "Why don't you go quickly and don't participate in the martial arts conference anymore."

Feng Ninghan was stunned for a moment, then shook her head, "I didn't do half of what I wanted to do, what happened to you today, after the end of the martial arts competition, people are very strange."

Zhong Ionlan hesitated to speak, and finally lowered her eyes, not looking at Feng Ninghan, "It's nothing... I just don't want you to get hurt."

"I won't get hurt against them."

"Can……"

"If you want to persuade me, go back early."

"..."

Zhong Ionlan twitched the corners of his mouth, and finally pulled out a forced smile. He said, "Okay." Then he opened the door and left Feng Ninghan's residence. The moment Zhong Ionlan turned around and closed the door, he Glancing at Feng Ninghan, Feng Ninghan also looked at Zhong Ionlan, neither of them spoke, the door slowly became a gap, and finally closed completely.

Two people, separated by a door, have their own thoughts.

Due to the destruction of the ring, the martial arts conference was postponed, and Zhong Lishuang did not give a specific solution on the second day. The top ten sects were originally impatient, but now they are not in a hurry.

After leaving Feng Ninghan's room that night, Zhong Ionlan left the inn and moved to the residence of his uncle Zhong Lishuang, but he would often disappear for a while, and Zhong Lishuang didn't want to find out where he went, She also understood in her heart that it was impossible for Zhong Yilan to completely separate herself from Feng Ninghan, so she didn't have too much restraint.

He believed that his nephew would be able to handle the relationship well and understand the pros and cons.

In the dark of the inn, Zhong Ionlan observed everything, when he saw Feng Ninghan and Xiaowei sitting on the first floor of the inn without saying a word, waiting for Xiao Er to eat, his heart was blocked.He followed the back kitchen and found that someone wanted to tamper with the dishes, and it was inconvenient for him to go out to stop him, so he went out to the market to buy sugar cakes and some sweet food, and rushed to the inn before the dishes were served, and called A servant gave Feng Ninghan and Xiaowei a gift.

Feng Ninghan is not blind, he has always known that not only Zhong Ionlan but also many people are staring at him in the dark, and the food he bought is all sweet, and he knows in his heart that someone will play tricks on the inn food, It was Zhong Ionlan who bought these foods she was used to and told herself in this way.

After that, Feng Ninghan and Xiaowei never ate porridge or meals in the inn again, and they would always pay attention to the food they bought when they went out, and they would never pass through other people's hands, and they would not eat at the same shop twice.

Although Xiaowei was puzzled by Feng Ninghan's actions, she didn't ask any further questions. She knew in her heart what Feng Ninghan was doing and she just did it, so she didn't need to say too much.The young master doesn't like to talk, if he talks too much, he's afraid to upset him.

Two days later, Zhongli Shuangna came up with a solution, and the solution passed the unanimous vote of the top ten sects.

This plan was extremely unfair, and it could even be said that it was made to deal with Feng Ninghan.

The top ten sects of Jianghu drew lots with other sects to select ten disciples to fight together, no matter life or death.If someone is defeated, the person from the defeated faction will randomly come up with a disciple. After all the disciples of this sect are defeated, disciples from other factions will make up for it. The title of Wulin Supreme, in charge of the Supreme Seal!

Fighting together with ten people means that some people can form a group to besiege others, and when the most threatening person is kicked out, others can compete for the supreme position of martial arts with their own abilities.

And the place of the competition is in Wuya Mountain, on the cliff, under the cliff, in the abyss of hundreds of feet, if you make a mistake, your bones will be gone, and your soul will return to the suburbs.

Feng Ninghan listened to the arrangement of the competition, but didn't feel at ease, and left with a blank expression, with countless pairs of eyes behind him staring at him, those were the eyes of the weak.

"Heh, what is he crazy about! Let him look good tomorrow!"

"This person is so defiant at such a young age, what will he do in the future?"

"Tomorrow! It's his death day, I will make him kneel in front of me and beg for mercy!"

"That's right, it's just that I got the scenery in the past two days, so what's there to be proud of!"

Little Tail walked behind Feng Ninghan, and those contemptuous words lingered in her ears, and finally she couldn't listen any longer, she puffed her cheeks and pointed at those people and said angrily, "Why do you say that behind Young Master? These ugly words! Shouldn’t the strong make people admire and make people want to follow! If you can’t beat them, go back and practice more! Why are you saying these things here!”

"You little girl, let your mouth be cheap!" After finishing speaking, one person slashed at the little tail with a knife.The little tail was neither humble nor overbearing, and he put on a posture to catch the knife. Suddenly, a white shadow flashed in front of him, and when he looked again, he saw that Feng Ninghan was just holding a branch, and then caught the man one knife.

He raised his eyes, with a murderous look in his eyes, and looked at the knife-wielder very coldly and mercilessly.

Someone whispered behind him, "He... when did he pick the branch..."

"Only a branch can block a knife?!"

Feng Ning coldly said, "I promised you to touch my people?"

The knife holder trembled from the murderous aura around Feng Ninghan. When he let go, the knife fell to the ground.

"To fight, there is plenty of time tomorrow. If you want to die now, I don't mind sending you off early."

Zhong Lishuang saw that the situation was not right, so he hurried up to smooth things over, "Young Master Feng, it's just a misunderstanding, don't worry about it, besides, fighting is not allowed when it's not a martial arts competition, how about taking a step back?"

Feng Ninghan glanced at Zhong Lishuang, threw the branch in front of the knife holder, then turned and left.It still has a neither salty nor light expression, which makes people angry.