The atmosphere at the venue was very strange.
A group of people airborne, and their identities were very different. The air near the competition platform instantly froze.
Most people are a little confused and confused.
"What exactly happened here?"
"Isn't that the leader? Are you here in person? And the ones behind you...could it be that the leaders are all here?"
"Don't be nervous, maybe you just came to see Uncle Lin compete."
"But I don't think that's the case. You don't have to wait until now to watch the competition. It's already halfway through and the winner is about to be decided. Could it be that the leader and others came to celebrate in person? ?”
"No, I'm not joking. Just now I felt that the fog was a bit strange. When I could still see clearly, I didn't see them facing each other for a while, but they seemed to be helpless... You said there could be something wrong, right? ?" The man shrank a little mid-sentence, and his eyes wandered around a few times, looking quite wary.
"Alas...what a pity."
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Facing the confused looks of several cousins in the upper clan, and the clear expressions on the faces of a certain junior brother who was invited to come with him in the future, Shi Shaoyi sighed, why are these guys in his family a bit stupid? As a child of an aristocratic family, I have grown so old that I can't even understand the undercurrents surging within.
He was naturally sorry that True Lord Xuanyang found out too quickly and came too early. If he had come later, they might have lost one more, no... they were two strong opponents.
Pingyang hated Qinghui so much that Qinghui also compressed Pingyang's space step by step, gradually attracting more attention and support.
The two are in the same boat, and the Wuhua Sect disciples all see it, but they each have their own support. The two of them really copied the path of their respective masters perfectly, each taking a different path. Although it seems to be a beautiful and prosperous road at the moment, in the end there will be a stop to see who is more skilled.
However, even if you survive such competition, it does not mean that you will definitely be able to take the leadership position. They are not the only ones who want to seize power.
The outstanding disciples who wanted this position could not fill a large hall. Although everyone pretends to be harmonious, in fact many people wish that the other party would suffer in an accident to make room for themselves.
Lin Pingzhen and Wang Xiangwen can be regarded as the most outstanding young disciples in these years, each with their own power. Especially Lin Pingzhen, the youngest disciple of the sect leader, is the most valued by True Lord Xuanyang, and has excellent qualifications. Whenever the sect has any good resources, it will stick to him first.
Where is Wang Xiangwen? His master, Zhenjun Xuanling, is a veteran in the sect. Although his position was indeed awkward due to authority issues, it could not change the fact that he was a highly respected Nascent Soul monk. He still had a group of deceased contacts under him, and naturally he also had resources, which eventually flowed into Wang Xiangwen's hands in large quantities.
These two people intercepted a large number of upper-level forces, which made the people below them jealous. It's okay to say that they are from the same family, after all, they are all in the same group, and it makes sense that their virtues match their positions. Even if they are fighting, it will only be internal fighting and will not be brought to the surface. Naturally, those with different factions hated them to death, and wanted to snipe down the annoying ones above day and night.
It's a pity that most of these people have the power to protect themselves, and they can't be found for many times on weekdays.
This time it was indeed an accident and accident, something they never expected.
Jian Moyun is indeed a partial sect, but there are always exceptions in such a large sect, and there are also people who are well-informed. Soon someone combined various fragmentary clues and guessed something. Although it was not accurate, it was still close to ten.
It's just that...it's one thing to know, but it's another thing to take action. Everyone's heart is clear. Especially some of the children from aristocratic families, who looked calm but were secretly happy in their hearts.
These two have been at the top for a long time, and they have suffered long enough. If both sides really suffer in this "good thing" sent from heaven, then it is really heaven that helps them. They are also happy to let nature take its course...
What a pity. As expected, the boss and the others couldn't let go of their precious eggs, and soon they arrived in person, dashing their expectations instantly. It seems that they can't hold these two people down for the time being...
Shi Shaoyi sighed and led a group of small ones back. I'm afraid this drama is coming to an end.
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People are here, but why is there still no movement? Why are you just standing there looking?
For the first time, Ningxia discovered that she was such an irritable person. True Lord Yuanheng's words did calm her down quickly, but she became even more anxious.
Because time passed bit by bit, but Zhenjun Xuanyang had no intention of intervening, and led a group of people to watch from the front. What are you looking at?
Could it be that she guessed wrong and that Jian Moyun lost control? If that's true, then why are they here? Ningxia was confused and had doubts about her guess...
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"Lin Pingzhen..."
who?
"Pingzhen..."
Who is calling me?
"...It's really...it's true..."
What's wrong with me?
Lin Ping really felt as if he had woken up from a long sleep. His brain was like a heavy stone embedded in it. His whole body was groggy. It took a long time after he woke up to realize what night it was and where he was.
The surrounding area is dazzlingly bright—
The body is very heavy, very heavy, as if it is being pulled by something from all directions, pressing down desperately, unable to move even an inch. It was difficult to breathe. My chest, waist and abdomen were restrained by overlapping pressures. I couldn't breathe. I could only use my slightly opened mouth to get some oxygen.
He moved his hands with great difficulty, and spiritual power began to flow back into the frozen joints. It took him a long time to figure out that the fingertips on his wrists were slightly tightened at the moment, as if they were grasping something.
Good...it seems like he wasn't dreaming.
So now we are competing, the joint competition, the first game... He is competing.
He opened his eyes slightly, trying hard to adapt to the dazzling light surrounding him.
quick.
Hurry up.
Soon... it will be here.
All the chaos and haziness finally turned into a faint light and shadow in the strong light.
"hiss--"
Everyone who was waiting nervously outside suddenly heard a sound of tearing silk. It was very harsh and appeared suddenly in this space. It felt like it was tearing apart the space and coming across.
"What, what?" Ning Xia murmured subconsciously, looking nervously at the focus in front of her. For some reason, she always felt that the movement came from there.
True Lord Yuan Heng did not answer her. He raised his eyebrows and looked forward, with a clear expression in his eyes. There was a hint of playfulness in the corner of his mouth. After a while, he said: "Come on, let's go to the front. We can't see clearly from here..."
"...Eh? Oh!" Ning Xia reacted, looked at Jin Lin and then followed each other's pace towards Zhenjun Xuanyang and his companions.
Inexplicably, Ningxia's somewhat chaotic heart miraculously calmed down, and her feet felt a little lighter.
