sun and moon return

"Fang Zhiyuan's movement is a bit interesting." Bai Xi sighed, "It's rare to see such a neat movement. It's a pity..."

Zheli looked at Bai Xi, and then looked at the stands again. He is a half-hearted guy, so he just watched the excitement.

On the stage, the two entangled for three to five minutes. It was already a little difficult to see Fang Zhiyuan's serious expression, but Shen Xing was still calm.

This game has always been in Shen Xing's rhythm.

After a few more close-up moves, Shen Xing suddenly distanced himself, with a stern expression, his spiritual power surged, and he raised the dagger in his hand.

"Three cuts with the floating knife!" Wang Jiang shouted excitedly.

The moment Fang Zhiyuan landed, Shen Xing raised the knife and shouted loudly, the short knife's figure soared dozens of times, and Shen Xing's spiritual energy swelled like a hurricane, and he took the huge knife to chop the ground.

A total of three strokes.

Fang Zhiyuan blocked the first blow with vines, and felt a tight pain in his chest, and then used the barrier to resist the second blow, suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and lost consciousness in his hand.

When it came to the third cut, he felt in a trance that he was about to die under Shen Xing's hands.

Suddenly, like a spring breeze passing by, just when everyone was nervous, the third cut dissipated out of thin air.

Fang Zhiyuan heaved a sigh of relief, half kneeling on the ground, shaking his hands and reluctantly raised his head to look at Shen Xing.

Shen Xing bowed expressionlessly: "Accept."

"it is good!"

Zheli was taken aback by the loud shouts around him, Wang Jiang was immersed in the competition just now, his blood seemed to be ignited, and his eyes were bright: "Master Shen Xing has practiced this floating knife three times to the extreme gone."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and pressed Zheli's shoulder, shaking it vigorously: "You know what Zheli, it's not difficult to perform this move with all your strength, but if you want to retract it freely, you need stronger control power!"

Zheli was shaken dizzily: "I...I know..." He stretched out his hand to avoid his claws.

The Qingwu disciples in the audience burst into applause and cheers.

"This game is worth watching." Wang Jiang was immersed in the competition just now, "Uncle Shen Xing is indeed a fast, accurate and ruthless person. Look at this game, a suppressive victory!"

"It's too ruthless." Bai Xi hugged his arms and raised goosebumps, "As expected of you Qingwu's famous King of Hades, if I were Fang Zhiyuan, I would probably fall down after the first cut."

On the floating platform, with a smile on his face, Baishan raised his hands and clapped gently.

"Qingwu is indeed full of talents." Hantang's head turned to Feidao, "Shen Xing's offensive is fierce, his moves are decisive, and his explosive power and control are very good."

"Sect Leader Hantang is overwhelmed." Feidao said a few words politely.

After this game ended, the morning game came to an end, but there were still many disciples in the stands who were reluctant to disperse.

Wang Jiang and Bai Xi explained Shen Xing's moves just now, and their emotions were still high.Zhe Li watched the excitement, and thought of the non-dao words, Sheng Shuli was someone who could fight against Shen Xing, so he sat down again, feeling guilty.

There is no absolute restraint, but there is an absolute disparity in strength.

Seeing Fang Zhiyuan's desperate expression when he received the floating sword three times, he finally understood this sentence.

Qingtang also sat quietly at the side.

Zorei could sense her same concern.

"Are you worried about the competition?" Zheli asked.

Qingtang glanced at him: "In this year's competition, there are many strong players like Shen Xing. I don't know who the opponent I will meet... If it is also an opponent like Shen Xing, it may be difficult for me to become a twelve-year-old. beat."

Zhe Li pondered and nodded: "Senior Sister Qingtang, I can feel that your strength is also very strong, you can definitely become the Twelve Fighters."

"Qingtang, you are too self-deprecating," Wang Jiang noticed the conversation between the two, "You might as well worry about Zheli, it is unknown whether Zheli will be able to compete in this arena."

Zheli stretched out his hand and pushed towards Wangjiang: "Master, can you wish me a treat?"

"Oh," Wang Jiang sighed, "I hope you are well, but did you see how seriously Fang Zhiyuan was injured just now? It was because Uncle Shen Xing was merciful. Just look at him, you can think of your competition Afterwards."

Zhe Li heard the words and did not speak.

Wang Jiang sat next to him again, patted his shoulders, and said in a low voice, "Although I said so, don't try to be brave, you know? That Sheng Shuli will kill you."

Zheli looked up at Jiang, sighed, and replied helplessly: "I see, thank you uncle for reminding me."

"Hey, do you still watch the competition in the afternoon?" Wang Jiang asked.

Zheli waved his hand: "I'll go back to practice."

"There is a bonfire meeting tonight, do you want to come and relax?"

Zheli turned his head and made a speechless expression: "I'm practicing." He waved his hand and left the stands.

After the daytime competition, the usual practice is a bonfire party, which aims to help young disciples from different factions to make friends and communicate with each other.

Among them, Jinhe is generally the center, because only Jinhe is a female disciple, and many young male disciples rush to communicate with Jinhe's teachers and sisters to enhance their relationship.

Among them, there are some lovers like Nan Nan and disciple Lin, who will take this opportunity to secretly meet together.

Bai Xi and Wang Dingtang were sitting together, and when they were having a lively chat, they heard the noise from the campfire next to them.

"Wu Kongchan, don't go too far!"

Sheng Shuli stood in front of the beating bonfire, the light of the fire made his veins bulge, Wu Kongchan stood in front of him with a gloomy face, the two sides were at war.

"I'm going too far? Am I going too far?" Wu Kongchan's voice was filled with endless anger, "Don't you know what you did?"

"Kongchan!" If Fu Linyuan behind Wukongchan hadn't pulled him, he might have rolled up his sleeves and beat Sheng Shuli up.

Bai Xi knocked on the melon seeds and looked at the excitement on the opposite side: "That Wu Kongchan is the one who didn't give Sheng Shuli a good face in the stands today, right?"

Fengxia's disciple beside Sheng Shuli also grabbed him, and whispered to him not to make a big deal out of it.

Sheng Shuli raised his head and glared at the other disciples who were watching: "What are you looking at?!" He turned his gaze to the camp next to Yunzhu, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, and his face was provocative.

What happened during the day made Disciple Yunzhu furious, and Sheng Shuli provoked his temper, so he stood up immediately, twisted his neck and walked towards Disciple Fengxia.

"If you can't beat it, you can't beat it. Why, there is still a way to make trouble?"

The disciples from the two sides bumped into one place with their necks and chests raised, like roosters irritated.

"I think it's you Fengxia disciples who can't beat you. You are well aware of what methods you used today."

"Hey, the referee has passed the verdict. If there is any objection at the moment, go to your head."

"What kind of disciples do you have as the head of the sect? You can even give the woman you love to the head of the sect. We will give you some face. You don't think that you can really ride on our Fengxia's head let's go?"

Bai Xi seemed to have heard some great gossip, showing the look of a melon eater, squeezed Qingtang, and whispered: "Senior sister, did you hear that?"

Qingtang glanced at her helplessly, then looked at disciple Fengxia Yunzhu who was about to draw swords.

"It would be ridiculous if we fight." Wang Jiang also knocked a melon seed leisurely.

"I heard that before the discussion of the six sects started, the heads of the six sects set the rules. If anyone picks troubles during this period, his results will be cancelled, and he will be banned from the competition." A calm but very clear voice came from the crowd. .

The faces of the two sides who were at war with swords were visibly relaxed, and the reasonably sensible disciples of the two factions also hurried over to pull people away.

Qing Tang looked in the direction of the sound, and in the camp of Luo Jian's disciples, there was that disciple who was drinking leisurely, known as "He Ming" who was known as Mr. Yumian.

"This guy is interesting." Wang Jiang also turned to look at him.

"Wow, so handsome!" Bai Xi's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help sighing.

Wang Jiang hurriedly covered her eyes with his hands, muttering and complaining loudly: "You are like this, I want to see more of your seniors and sisters!"

"How dare you!" Bai Xi glared at him viciously.

The two started fighting again.

At night, Feidao returned to Zhiyi Garden, and as soon as he landed, he heard the wind blowing, felt the air flow towards him, turned his side slightly, and saw flying sand and rocks flying in front of him.After such a few times, Feidao escaped easily.

Feidao dodged the flying sand again, but when he turned sideways, he heard the sound of breaking through the air, and the air flow turned into a blade and hit him.

Fei Dao easily cut off the vines, flew sand and rocks again, and the sword blade rushed towards him, but he dodged them one by one, and a gleam of water flashed by and touched his sleeve.

A few times like this, Feidao's clothes got a lot of water, and they instantly turned into ice ridges. Feidao shook off the ice ridges, and the vines entangled them again. He didn't care at first, but seeing the vines mutating into a fire dragon, he couldn't help jumping a step. There was another sound of breaking through the air behind his ears, Feidao turned around without changing his face, Zheli holding the sword was startled, Feidao pinched the blade and bounced off, Zheli lost his center of gravity instantly and fell to the ground.

"Hey." Zheli's low voice came from the grass.

Feidao walked up to him and stretched out his hand: "It's enough to pester people, but it's still far from winning."

Zheli held Feidao's hand, used his strength to get up, stretched out his hand to pat the grass clippings on his body, and replied listlessly: "It's not bad if you don't feel ashamed."

Feidao couldn't help laughing: "What's the shame." He reached out to pick up the weeds from Li Li's hair, "Are you hungry?"

"Is there any left on the head?" Zheli shook his head indiscriminately, then stretched out his hand to wipe out a little grass dregs in his peripheral vision, and then rubbed his stomach, "I'm a little hungry, and I'm always hungry recently."

Feidao had an expression that he had expected a long time ago.

Zhiyi Garden at night is quiet and warm.

In the kitchen, Feidao simply boiled a bowl of noodles and laid an egg.

Zhe Li sat at the table with his head propped up and watched him. The chef is also good at cooking, and he is good at everything he does.Zheli thought about it like this, and after a while, he felt his eyelids getting heavier, and when Feidao turned around again, Zheli fell asleep lying on the table.

After waking Zheli up, Feidao put the face in front of him: "You've been consuming a lot more energy recently than before. Diligence is a good thing, but you should also take a good rest."

Zheli nodded, picked up a piece of egg with chopsticks, and fed it to Fei who was sitting in front of him: "Master, you can have a bite too."

Seeing that Feidao was unmoved, Zheli still insisted on holding up his chopsticks and pouted at him.

Feeling helpless, he had no choice but to take a bite with his chopsticks.

Seeing that Feidao ate it, Zheli happily put away his chopsticks and started eating.