At this time, there were already many people standing in the venue, and there was still half a stick of incense left before the opening ceremony. At this time, there were very few people entering the venue.
The disciples of the Wuhua sect were standing in scattered groups, and familiar monks gathered together in twos and threes to talk in low voices, and vaguely heard scattered words such as butterfly leaves and finals.
The outside disciples stood in a relatively concentrated place, neither far nor close, maintaining a subtle distance.
"This time, the leader and others came very early. It seems that they really attach great importance to this time." He Haigong glanced at Xuanyang, who had arrived early and had been waiting here for an unknown amount of time even before their group. Zhenjun, whispered.
Several people present who heard the secret that day all thought of a possibility, but they were still slightly uncertain.
They really didn't dare to accept He Haigong's words openly, but they had a slight judgment in their hearts.
It seemed that it was almost time, and a middle-aged monk who was unfamiliar to him next to him said something to Zhenjun Xuanyang above him. Then the other party raised his voice and said, "Are you all here? Fellow disciples of the Wuhua Sect and... Everyone from Welcome to the guests of the foreign sect."
In fact, this is of no use. After all, it is impossible for someone who didn't come to say "I'm not here" on his behalf. These words are just a way to start the conversation and prepare for the next conversation.
The square gradually became quiet. Anyone with a wink knew it was time to quiet down. The man above was about to speak.
"...Junior sister Ning, look. Isn't that the one over there who talked to you this morning?" He Haigong suddenly poked Ning Xia, and she was a little surprised when she followed her gaze.
Near the entrance, there was a group of people from the Huyang faction. They were all panting, with sweat dripping from their temples, and their clothes and hair ties were a little untidy. It looked like they had just come from outside.
At a glance, Ningxia saw Zhenjun Lingche and... Xie Shi following behind.
...Why haven't we seen each other for a few days? This guy has changed again... and he has such a cultivation that he can't stop him from running up.
The amount of information contained was so large that Ningxia couldn't analyze anything for a while. Before she could retract her scrutinizing gaze, the other party accurately captured her gaze in the next second.
Ning Xia was sure that the other party saw her.
Sure enough, the other party waved to her from afar and then followed the rest of the sect in the other direction.
"Didn't they come here this morning? Why has it been delayed until now? Our leader has already started talking." He Haigong asked curiously. It's really inappropriate to come in at this point.
It was really eye-catching to click on it at this time. At a few hours later at night, they might not even be able to enter the venue, let alone participate in the competition.
At this moment, no one wants to get into trouble, so naturally they won't choose to step in. When Ningxia and the others arrived, it was actually too late. They didn't expect that someone was less interested than them.
...It doesn’t necessarily mean that you don’t care. Ningxia looked over there just now and felt that the Huyang faction including Zhenjun Xie Shilingche seemed a little absent-minded and didn't know what was going on. But it would be nice to catch up in the end, otherwise it would be a real pity. With Xie Shi's drive, the opponent probably really wanted to participate in this competition.
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It's not all bad news. When he was discovered that day, his body was so hot that it could almost burn him to death. It was really frightening. However, as time went by, and they left the Huyang sect until they landed in the territory of the Wuhua sect, the temperature of Xie Shi's body dropped sharply. In the past, it would feel hot to the touch even through the robes, but now it is only slightly hot, which can be regarded as a pleasant surprise. The change.
In fact, all his physical signs have returned to normal this morning, but he doesn't know why he hasn't woken up yet. Seeing the possibility that he would not wake up in a short time, Zhenjun Lingche had no choice but to give up his plan to fight for his son. He asked the disciples who stayed behind to look after the good people and led the participating disciples to the square.
I don’t know if it was predestined or something, but there happened to be an urgent matter and they had to turn around and go back to the guest house to deal with it. The group of people had to postpone going to the venue and rush towards the guest house.
It was less than an hour before the opening ceremony.
Before he could enter the courtyard, he heard someone coming to report, and Xie Shi suddenly woke up. At this time, it was quite a big competition and the opening ceremony was all over the place. A group of people rushed into the living room to watch people.
"What's going on?" I saw Xie Shi's room from a distance, but found that the two disciples I had previously assigned to take care of were not in the room. They were sitting slumped in front of the door. The wooden door was in tatters as if it had been damaged. There was a wooden door next to it. The extra thick pillar seemed to be split in the middle and tilted, as if it would collapse at any time.
The two people who collapsed immediately turned around when they heard this. When they saw Zhenjun Lingche, their faces lit up with joy: "Uncle Lingche!"
At this time, everyone discovered that there was still a faint trace of blood dripping from the corners of the mouths of these two people, and their bodies were covered in dust. Their chests were hit again with traces of dust, and they didn't know what they had been hit by. This realization made Lord Lingche's heart tighten, and he immediately thought of something bad, and said anxiously: "What happened? Where is San'er?"
At this time, he couldn't wait for the two to answer, and rushed into the room without waiting for them to speak. The disciples behind him could only follow him and watch.
"Uncle Lingche, no, wait..." The two people's stopping voices failed to reach each other's ears.
When Zhenjun Lingche was about to step into the threshold of the wing, a burst of hot air hit his face. It was scorching hot, and suddenly Lingche Zhenjun seemed to feel that his soul was also touched by this heat. He faintly felt that the blood in his body was also surging. For an instant, he seemed to be in a vast universe of nothingness, forgetting his surroundings and what he wanted to do.
After being unable to calm down for a long time, Zhenjun Lingche forced down the vast and ethereal feeling and said in a low voice: "Let's go. No, you guys wait here, I will go in personally." After saying that, he stepped into the room without looking back. Door.
At this moment, Lingche Zhenjun did not turn around, otherwise he would probably find that these disciples would not be able to follow him. The expressions of several of them were trance-like, as if they had taken some ecstasy, and they were in a state of chaos. But now he has no mind to care about this——
Stepping into the private room, any scene rehearsed in my mind would be less shocking than seeing it with my own eyes.
There are two completely different worlds outside and inside. The inside of the wing is like a furnace. Being in it is like being roasted by fiery rocks. Even Lingche Zhenjun was slightly dazed for a moment.
The more this happens, the more worried Lingche Zhenjun becomes. With this series together, what he was more worried about at the moment was the current situation of San'er. Even if they are only three or two steps away, even if they know the details of this unknown situation, the sooner they can find each other, the better.
