The other side of Lianwu City
It is also in some unknown secret place. In the pure white and empty space, a beautiful woman sat cross-legged, wearing a simple and elegant red robe, with a little red eyebrows.
She suddenly opened her eyes, as if she saw something ridiculous, frowned, and sighed.
He is truly an obsessive person.
Hateful, sad and pathetic.
Thinking of the pile of inexplicable grievances behind her old friend, as well as the other party's last sincere request, Hongji felt a headache.
What's all this about? It's up to her to clean up the mess.
That's it, it's the last. Think of it as helping him for the last time and fulfilling the fate between them. From now on, there will really be no default or debt.
Really, both of them are so stubborn.
Hongji shook her head and closed her eyes again. He ignored the strange noise somewhere and pretended not to have heard it.
Inside the Greedy Wolf Mace Room
Ning Xia suddenly woke up from her dream, sat up sweating profusely, and stared blankly ahead.
After a while, after calming down, Ning Xia took out the sword box containing Zhong Huan from the small black box.
He gently opened the lid of the sword box, and sure enough he saw that the sword inside was trembling slightly, making a ringing sound, as if it was responding to something and resonating with something.
If it weren't for the contract between Ning Xia and Zhong Huan, and the contract between Ning Xia and Jian, she would have thought that Zhong Huan was alive and sleeping in the sword when she saw this movement.
Unfortunately not.
There is still deathly silence in the soul. There is no voice that belongs to anyone else except myself. Chong Huan did not come back.
Ning Xia's heart was still, neither sad nor disappointed, she just looked at Chong Huan in the sword box quietly. Watching the sword's body trembling continuously and restrainedly.
Her eyes never left the sword in the box. She watched it shake and roar until it trembled slightly and then completely stopped making no sound. Then she closed the box and put it back into the small black box.
But she didn't lie down to rest after that. Instead, she sat cross-legged on the couch with her clothes on and closed her eyes to rest.
This sword is the true form of Chonghuan. Even if his soul has dissipated, there is no way to change this fact. This sword was once the body of that boy.
Now that young man is dead, his soul has disappeared forever, but his body has been left behind, becoming her natal sword.
But tonight the sword was stirring for no reason. unknown reason.
Chong Huan was already dead, and as the owner, she did not move, but the sword began to stir on its own. This is a huge problem.
Judging from the clues she had captured before, it seemed that Zhong Huan had quite a secret. And he must be involved in the chess game between the two big guys, but I don't know what his position is.
The sword will not be restless for no reason. Someone must have taken some action or done something to cause the restlessness of Zhonghuan's body.
That something like this happened at this delicate point in time further proves that Mrs. Benihime has some hidden secrets.
Perhaps the most exciting part of this sword competition is not the competition, but the drama that has been prepared by someone behind the scenes.
If Ning Xia was just guessing and doubting before, now she is sure, and she is slightly panicked.
What's the matter? He has been messing around all day long. He killed Zhong Huan last time. Who knows if he will kill her this time?
However, Ningxia also knows that some things cannot be rushed. There's no point in being anxious, so I have to calm down and wait and see what happens.
After returning the sword box to the small black box, Ning Xia let out a long sigh and did not fall asleep again until the greedy disciple came to call the door.
"Are you really forcing yourself?" Lang San observed the girl's face and frowned when he saw that her face was slightly pale and she seemed to be not very energetic.
Ningxia herself didn't know how to answer, so she could only smile and remain silent.
Well, now she has to admit that she is weak. I ran the whole race yesterday and couldn't fall asleep for a while at night. My calves are feeling soft since today.
She was embarrassed herself. I just feel that it is not so easy to recover from a serious injury. The first thing she did after she left was to go back to the sect and lie down for ten days and a half to recover.
After all, she couldn't sleep well outside. She was in danger and found it difficult to cultivate herself. She was worried about this and that all day long.
"Let's go. I will take you to the venue. You don't have to follow the team today. I will arrange a place for you to rest there. Even if you walk away to watch the game, don't go too far."
"The island owner and Master Qu will also be sitting there, so there is no need to worry about anyone causing trouble."
"Then I'll trouble Mr. Wolf Three."
VIP seats, of course. And according to what he meant, the location was still near Mrs. Hong Ji and Master Qu, so it was absolutely safe.
Ningxia was disrespectful.
But, Mr. Wolf Three, you are relieved too early. Even though there are so many powerful people in charge, there are still people who plan to cause trouble at this grand ceremony.
And it looks like something big is going to happen. So trouble and other things are indispensable.
Ningxia secretly shook her head. At the same time, he was worried about himself as a greedy disciple and some unwarranted passers-by.
Before today, Ningxia didn't know much about the competition in the world of cultivation.
Strictly speaking, this is the first real competition that Ningxia has encountered. The content of the previous exchange conferences was more broad and the rules were looser, unlike this big competition.
Since it is a sword competition, it is a complete competition. One-on-one, there are only two outcomes: victory or defeat. The winner is promoted, the loser is dismissed, it's that simple, there is no other path but to rise step by step.
The weapon they compete with is naturally the sword. They compete with swords. The two sides compare swords, swordsmanship, and spiritual power to determine the stronger one. A team loses if it loses or falls off the field.
If other methods are used during the game, it will be regarded as a violation, and the violator will be deprived of the qualification to advance. Even if you win, you still lose.
The entire venue is divided into twelve sub-stations, and there is a competition among the sub-stations. Most of the people will be eliminated on the first day. It can be said that the competition is extremely cruel and there is no chance.
Just like the birth of King Gu, he came up through countless similar people. No matter how unreasonable the competition system is, the winner will be the strongest.
When Ningxia and the others arrived at the venue, it was already bustling with people, and they were all ready to go to the first performance. There are also a large number of people who can only take their turn in the afternoon to watch other people's matches, trying to get more information about possible opponents.
After passing through a large crowd, Ningxia and Lang San's team finally arrived at the legendary stands, the "VIP" seats, which were already full of people.
The high position in the middle of the top should be Mrs. Benihime's seat. It's just that it's still vacant at the moment and has no owner.
Master Qu hasn't come yet. Ning Xia guessed that he should have arrived with Mrs. Hong Ji.
Lang Yi sat in the first place on the lower right hand, and in the lower row sat a group of disciples who were greedy for money. They were old and young, and they didn't recognize each other. They should be elders.
