Fan Yi walked alone and leisurely in the Fan family garden with his hands behind his back.
On both sides of the road, there is a lotus pond rockery and a leisurely pavilion.
Fan Yi walked to the door of the hall unknowingly.
Seeing the bright candles in the lobby, the hearty laughter of my second uncle Fan Zheshan could be heard from time to time:
"Come on, come on! Let's have another bowl!"
Fan Yi walked in directly without thinking.
The young man asked with a slight smile on his face:
"Father, second uncle. Why don't you call me when you're drinking?"
Hear the words.
Everyone turned their heads and looked over.
I saw Fan Yizheng standing in the middle of the hall, with his hands behind his back and his eyes smiling. The young man has a tall and straight figure, and there is an indescribable confidence between his brows.
When Fan Zheshan saw that his nephew had come out of seclusion, he quickly stood up and walked over.
When this burly man walked up to Fan Yi, he had already stretched out his arms and patted the young man's shoulder hard.
said:
"I've lost weight! But this is good. Come on, come on! Sit next to my second uncle, and he will give you a bowl of wine."
With that said, the burly man grabbed Fan Yi's arm and walked towards his table.
Sit on the floor.
Fan Zhefu looked at the uncle and nephew, just smiled and shook his head, but said nothing more.
At this time.
All the warriors picked up their bowls and drank them all with Fan Yi.
After Fan Zheshan finished drinking, he looked up and down at Fan Yi again. Gradually, a strange look appeared on his face and he asked:
"Yi'er, what's your cultivation level?"
When he asked this question, the entire hall suddenly became silent.
Fan Yi smiled and nodded, and replied honestly:
"My cultivation has recovered somewhat, but it has not fully recovered. I should be considered a monk in the third realm."
A "bang" sound!
The wine bowl originally held by Fan Zhefu fell to the ground in an instant.
I guess I was shocked by what my son said.
Fan Zhefu's eyes widened, and the expression on his face was even more complicated, difficult to describe in words.
Some are surprised, some are doubtful, some are happy, and some are confused!
Fan Zheshan didn't seem so shocked. Maybe he knew something about it when he slapped the young man on the shoulder with his palm just now.
Fan Zheshan looked at his eldest brother and grinned:
"Brother! What's your expression like? Did you hear that? Yi'er is a monk in the third realm,..., bah!"
Then he turned around and spat! continued:
"What are I saying! It should mean that Yi'er has recovered his cultivation and has reached the third realm of monks!"
"It won't be long before we, Yi'er, will be monks in the fourth realm, monks in the fifth realm, and monks in the ninth realm! Hahaha!"
This burly man laughed loudly to himself again!
moment.
Fan Zhefu and the other warriors finally understood from their shock.
I saw that Fan Zhefu's eyes turned extremely red, whether from drinking too much wine or from other reasons.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!"
Three good words came out of his mouth in a row.
"As long as we can still practice, our Fan family has hope. Well done to Yi'er!"
Hear the words.
Everyone in the hall was delighted and their morale was also rising.
The next day, early morning.
The sky has not yet brightened up, and a touch of white on the top of the mountain in the east is dispersing the night.
However, every household in Rongcheng opened their courtyard doors one after another.
"Dong-dong-dong! Dong-dong-dong!...!"
The sound of heavy hammers and drums resounded throughout the city!
now.
All the warriors of the Fan family stood quietly in the small square. The two brothers Fan Zhefu and young Fan Yi stood opposite the warriors.
Fan Zhefu's eyes were extremely determined. After scanning everyone, he said:
"Fan Jialang, let's go!"
With that said, the three of them walked together towards the gate of Fan's house.
On the streets of Rongcheng, more and more people were walking.
Walking all the way towards the east side of the city lord's palace.
Along the way, the people in the market saw the Fan family's formation and couldn't help but take the initiative to give way.
There were several richly dressed men pointing.
"Hey! You're so arrogant. It's ridiculous that you still have the ability to participate in the trial even though your cultivation level is gone."
"Hey, please keep your voice down, don't let the Fan family hear. They are a wealthy family, and a skinny camel is bigger than a horse."
"What are you afraid of? As long as the Fan family doesn't get on the martial arts list this time, it's not considered a big family."
An old man in ragged clothes said:
"Actually, the Fan family is quite kind. They will give alms at the door at the beginning of every month. However, the Ning family, relying on the support of the emperor, insists on breaking off the engagement with Master Fan Yi. It is simply too much of a deception."
"Why……!"
"I said, old beggar, do you have any right to speak here? Go, go, go! Get out of the way!"
Fan Yi turned his head and glanced at those people, with a little hesitation in his eyes.
Fan Yi himself couldn't figure out when his hearing began to become so good that he could hear clearly what these people said from a long distance away.
Fan Yi continued to walk forward without squinting his eyes, a little indifferently.
Perhaps, this is the case in all aspects of life.
When you are prosperous, everyone is talking about you, but when you are lonely, everyone may want to step on your head.
Let you never raise your head again. This is the ugly side of human nature, the pursuit of psychologically distorted pleasure!
What a coincidence.
Just when he was about to approach the gate of the City Lord's Mansion.
I saw a middle-aged Confucian scholar walking slowly with four warriors. Beside the Confucian scholar was a woman in a fluttering white dress.
It is Ningbeimen and Jingjingxue.
The Fan family and the Ning family met directly.
Ning Beimen stopped and glanced at the Fan Zhefu brothers, and finally set his sights on Fan Yi.
He sensed it with his mind for a while, but found that there was no spiritual energy flowing in Fan Yi's lower abdomen, so he turned his head expressionlessly and walked towards the door.
Thought:
"Trash is trash. If you dare to come here and embarrass yourself, you shouldn't have agreed to the Fan family's marriage at that time."
Ning Jingxue also saw young Fan Yi, her eyes full of complexity.
The young man is still so handsome and unrestrained, but he lacks cultivation. No matter how handsome or unrestrained, it is of no use.
Jing Jingxue turned her head and followed in her father's footsteps.
Fan Zheshan snorted coldly, but didn't say anything.
Fan Zhefu patted his son on the shoulder and said:
"Concentrate on the martial arts competition for a while, don't be distracted. The Ning family will be left to your second uncle and me."
Fan Yi actually didn't care about the looks in the eyes of the Ning family's father and daughter.
But when he looked at Jing Jingxue, he felt some indescribable strange feelings in his heart.
It always makes him feel.
There seemed to be something wrong with this ice and snow beauty's Qi Palace. As for what was wrong, I couldn't tell for the moment.
Since practicing the Immortal King Induction Chapter, even he himself doesn't know why he can look at others.
This kind of thing is a bit mysterious and can only be understood but cannot be explained in words.
"Dong-dong-dong! Dang-dong-dong!"
The sound of drum beating came again, pulling Fan Yi's thoughts and eyes away from the beautiful figure of the girl.
Fan Yi was determined not to think too much.
Maybe this beautiful girl and him will never have any intersection in this life, so why bother with that care.
Behind the main hall of the City Lord's Mansion is a large martial arts arena built with high platforms.
There are seats for major families in the north and south directions of the martial arts arena.
To the east is naturally the seat for the city lord Qin Sheng, as well as the seats for the other city lords outside Rongcheng and the cultivators on the mountain to watch the trial.
To the west there is no doubt that it is the gathering place for the people of Rongcheng.
The Fan family is naturally located in the south direction.
City Lord Qin Sheng stood up with a smile on his face and said in a deep voice:
"Rongcheng Trial! Officially begins!"
Just two words and he sat down again.
An old man walked out from Qin Sheng's left side, holding a square bamboo slip in his hand.
He raised his voice and shouted:
"The first trial, Lin Xiu, a monk from the Lin family, versus Fan Yi, a monk from the Fan family!"
"Beat the drum and invite the formation!"
"Dong dong dong!"
However, there was an uproar in the audience.
Someone whispered:
"The Fan family is really unlucky. It is said that this young man Lin Xiu has just opened the Dantian Qi Mansion and is already a Four Realm monk."
"And the young master of the Fan family has no cultivation, so he will be defeated in this battle. What a pity!"
See!
Young Lin Xiu walked out of the Lin family's seat holding a black iron broadsword. He wore a black lotus robe, a pair of black cloth shoes with white soles, and a black belt around his waist.
The young man's expression was indifferent, like Shura's murderous god.
Fan Yi also walked out slowly, with one hand behind his back, his posture elegant and straight, and his eyes clear and waveless.
In this battle, he wants to get his reputation back!
