The atmosphere on the competition stage is very strange now. On the outside, he is running around like he has lost his mind. He doesn't care about anything and his eyes are red. The other side was completely out of the fight, trying its best to avoid attacks from the opposite side, as if waiting for opportunities.
Then the disciples below also felt that it was useless. The fierce competition they imagined finally developed into such a strange situation. It was tasteless to eat and it was a pity to abandon it.
"What on earth are these two fussing about? In this situation, just knocking people out will be enough. Maybe it can reduce some damage. Wouldn't it be worse if we let it go like this? I don't know what they are waiting for?" Some disciples looked at it. After a while, Qidao.
"The big shots must have different ideas from us. What's the use of little guys like us, who are practicing qi and building foundations, thinking too much? Maybe we are thinking wrong. Let's just watch the battle quietly and wait and see." One of them looked a little a little bit. The aged foundation-building monk sighed.
"Hey, tell me, could it be..." The other person rolled his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and made a gesture of wiping his neck, looking a bit speculative. He didn't say it clearly, but everyone present understood what the other party wanted to express.
"After all, we don't know the actual relationship between them. There are many good brothers in the sect, but there are many fellow sects who have been stabbed... This is not impossible."
"How is that possible? You don't know the real Ming Jing on the stage, right? If you were a little-known person, I might still believe that this man was a famous figure back then. Although he has become much weaker in recent years, there are still many people who remember him. Young master, many great masters in the Formation Hall favor him. Especially the person here today, True Lord Yuan Heng. It is said that the two of them almost became masters and disciples when they came here..."
These people had some sources of information, and they reached a certain point in no time.
The relationship between True Lord Yuanheng and Master Mingjing is indeed like this, and the latter did almost become True Lord Yuanheng's disciple, but that was all a long time ago. The reason why it didn't work out was due to a combination of circumstances and fate.
In fact, there is no bloody plot, it is simply because Ming Jingzhen grew up too fast, and then left the sect at the wrong time, one after another, and retreated in front and back. The paths of the two always diverged in this way, so they missed each other. The best opportunity.
Nowadays, Master Ming Jing no longer needs a master to guide him. True Lord Yuanheng is no longer suitable to be the other party's master. Both parties agreed to leave these reasons and stories in the past. The relationship between the two of them was the same as before, except for the lack of a master-student status.
Everyone could see how kind this Master Yuan Heng was to Master Ming Jing, but no one who witnessed those years would agree with this statement. Even if he couldn't become a master and disciple, it would never be possible for True Lord Yuan Heng to watch the other party's future be ruined like this.
Therefore, Zhenjun Yuanheng's pause is indeed quite intriguing. Many people are speculating on what the other party has in mind...
Even Ning Xia and Jin Lin, who were familiar with True Lord Yuan Heng, were somewhat confused about his real thoughts.
For a time, there was a lot of discussion in the venue, including worry, ridicule, conspiracy theories... everything was said.
"What do you think the person next door is thinking about? The person above is going crazy and can't even move. Could it be..." A person who was usually restless and irritable was curious for a while and raised his eyebrows to ask the person next to him. .
"Shh, can you please keep your voice down? If you hear me, you will be caught again. Master's temper has been bad recently." Ning Ru frowned. Although she inevitably had such thoughts in her heart, she was not so big-hearted. . The person involved is lying next door. He is not dead. It will not be a trivial matter if he is overheard.
"Hey, you are no braver than the eye of a needle. I don't want to talk to you anymore." Xiao Minghua really leaned over to talk to the people behind him, and then came those unbridled and explicit ridicules that made people frown.
Yuan Yuhua, who was at the front, stared intently at Lin Pingzhen, who was wearing a flowing top on the stage, with her beautiful eyes. She was extremely focused and became the most attentive one.
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"Brother Rong, what kind of person have you ever thought about becoming?"
"What kind of person? Why are you asking about this all of a sudden? You must have heard something strange outside today." Hearing this, the other party flicked his sword and drew it back from its sheath.
He raised his head and saw a pair of high-spirited eyes.
Lin Rong had a pair of beautiful eyes.
Of course, this beauty is not beautiful in the ordinary sense. It is as clear as water, as bright as stars, full of flying spirit and boundless hope.
He has a very handsome appearance, but the first reaction when people see him is his pair of starry eyes that attract their attention. Master Ming Jing was once such a young monk.
It’s just that nothing can truly leave a permanent mark. The sun and the moon fly by, and time flies by. After all, time has no mercy. Everything has lost its original appearance in the polishing of time. Even such beautiful eyes will change in the cruel polishing time and time again.
However, this energetic young man did not expect that one day he would become so lifeless. Regarding his friend's unreasonable imagination, he thought for a moment and gave an "eager" reply.
"What kind of person do I want to be... Naturally, I am a fairy on earth, a hero in the sword, and I am invincible in the world." The young man's bright eyes are full of colors, and he exudes a confident demeanor inside and outside, which is unforgettable.
As the last word fell, the other party suppressed the fascination on his face and turned to look at the person who asked the question.
"What's wrong?" Lin Rong, who was also popular himself, couldn't help but laugh and asked looking at the other person's dazed look.
Wan Ruicai woke up as if waking up from a dream, and couldn't hide his surprise: "...I can't tell. It turns out that the silent guy like you is really powerful. What you say is reasonable. Tsk, tsk, tsk, such ambition. …”
He smiled and put his arms around the other person's shoulders: "Well, in the future, Immortal Lin will have to promote his brother when he becomes successful... hahaha."
Lin Rong shook off the mischievous hand with some dissatisfaction: "You look down on me, don't you? I will make my name famous all over the world in the future, and you will be convinced..."
"Yes, yes, I'm waiting."
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"Lin Rong...Lin Rong! Open the door!"
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"Why are you hiding in there? It's just a victory or defeat."
"If this opportunity is gone, there will be something else. Don't even think about it. Open the door -"
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"I don't understand." The hand that the other party raised again fell down feebly, and he said in a low voice, "Didn't you say you wanted to make me look good?"
"What are you going to do?"
I don't know either.
Hearing the distant footsteps outside, the people in the room stiffly put down the teapot they had held for a long time, leaving only a harsh sound in the silent room.
He seemed like he couldn't understand anything.
How on earth did he live like this? He doesn't know either.
