The next day.
When Song Yizhi fell asleep, Li Yuxin and others had already gone out.
She stayed in bed for a while before getting up.
When Song Yizhi walked out of the house, he saw the man standing outside.
"Morning." Song Yizhi greeted, then walked up and put his arms around Rong Yueyuan's waist.
Looking at the sleepy Song Yizhi with her head buried in her arms, Rong Yueyuan raised his hand to brush her hair hanging behind her, "Why don't you sleep a little longer if you haven't had enough sleep?"
"There is still a discussion." Song Yizhi's voice came.
Rong Yueyuan patted Song Yizhi's head gently, "Shall I take you there?"
"Okay." Song Yizhi responded.
Rong Yueyuan circled Song Yizhi's waist and teleported to the competition arena.
When the couple came over, they had already started sparring earlier than the other side of the ring.
The people who were sparring in the arena suddenly saw Song Yizhi huddled in Rong Yueyuan's arms, and the weapon in his hand missed the target.
The person opposite looked at the stunned opponent, followed his gaze, and then was also stunned.
The people in the audience were all shocked when they noticed something was wrong and looked over.
Song Yizhi waited for a while before letting go of Rong Yueyuan. When he saw the white silk around his neck, his peach blossom eyes were slightly bent, looking cunning and wilted.
"It's not healed yet?" After saying that, Song Yizhi raised his hand and touched Rong Yueyuan's neck.
Rong Yueyuan responded, then leaned back slightly to avoid Song Yizhi's hand.
Even though there was a layer of white silk between them, when Song Yizhi's hand fell on his neck, the tingling sensation was still very strong.
Seeing this, Song Yizhi took back his hand and stopped acting like a monster.
"Should we go back to meditate and adjust our breath?" Song Yizhi asked.
Rong Yueyuan said, "Let's watch you compete with others here."
What happened yesterday had already reached his ears. Although he knew Zhizhi could handle it, he was still a little worried.
Song Yizhi nodded, then took out a few osmanthus candies and handed them to him.
The man who had been stuffed with a few candies watched Song Yizhi turn around and walk towards the competition ring.
Just when everyone thought that the fifth elder would leave, he found a secluded place with few people, used his spiritual power to create a chair and sat down in it.
This...is the fifth elder worried about Song Yizhi?
Song Yizhi, who was in the competition arena, didn't pay attention to this. She was busy discussing with others.
Bai Qiu, who rushed over after getting the news, saw Rong Yueyuan in a secluded area from a distance.
The man sitting in the chair is gentle, dignified, elegant but a little distant. His angular face has no expression and looks a little cold.
Bai Qiu could hardly hide the admiration in her eyes. She lowered her eyelids, adjusted her eyes, and then stopped walking towards Rong Yueyuan.
Bei Xianyue, who was standing under the competition ring, took advantage of her tallness to see Bai Qiu at a glance. When she saw Bai Qiu turning around to look at the competition ring, she narrowed her eyes slightly.
"Here we come." Bei Xianyue whispered.
Lu Li glanced at it, and then said in a low voice, "The fifth elder is over here."
To be honest, they really didn't expect that the Fifth Elder would come over to watch Song Yizhi compete with others.
Bei Xianyue chuckled.
Bai Qiu, who was standing in the crowd, looked at Song Yizhi on the competition stage, his eyes darkening again and again.
I have to say that Song Yizhi in the competition ring is indeed like the scorching sun, bright and dazzling, every frown and smile, beautiful and free and carefree.
Bai Qiu didn't want to admit it anymore but had to admit that Song Yizhi's skin was indeed too outstanding.
But Bai Qiu doesn't believe that the fifth elder is such a superficial person. He must not have fallen in love with Song Yizhi's skin. He must have been seduced or even plotted against by Song Yizhi!
…
After a day of sparring, Song Yizhi and Rong Yueyuan went back.
Looking at the two people slowly leaving hand in hand, those people felt a hint of habit from the shock.
In the next few days, Rong Yueyuan would watch Song Yizhi compete with others every day.
Maybe it was because of Rong Yueyuan's presence, or maybe it was because of Song Yizhi's own terrifying power. In short, nothing went wrong in the next few days.
The three sect conferences arrived as scheduled.
In front of the vast square, three hundred people from various sects stood in order.
At a glance, the team was neat and tidy, which was very pleasing to the eye.
The leader of Wanmo Sect said a few words briefly, and then reiterated the rules.
The three competitions are divided into two stages, one is a single competition and the other is a team competition.
In the single-player competition, disciples of the same level of cultivation draw lots to compete, and the winner advances. In the end, only the top ten monks are counted for points. The higher the ranking, the higher the points.
In the team competition, the top ten disciples of Yuan Ying from each sect's conference enter the secret realm, and the points are calculated based on the number of tokens of Ling Zhi, Ling Bao, and other disciples.
The sect with the highest total points in the two stages will be the first place. The first place will receive rewards sponsored by each sect. The second and third places will also receive rewards, but they will not be as generous as the first place.
After talking about various precautions, the leader of Wanmo Sect said, "In the past, we started with the Foundation Establishment disciples. For this three-sect conference, we have unanimously discussed that we will start with the Nascent Soul disciples."
After the words fell, without giving the disciples time to react, the leader of Wanmo Sect raised his voice and said, "The conference of the three sects begins!"
The elders who were ready on the side sounded the gong.
The Nascent Soul disciples from various sects were still a little unable to react.
What's going on in the three sects' conference this time?
Song Yizhi walked silently to the place where the lots were drawn with his hands in his hands.
Looking at Song Yizhi who was wandering on the street, Wei Ling silently raised his hands to cover his eyes.
Song Luo looked at her daughter on the high platform, wanted to say something, and finally chose to remain silent.
It's okay, anyway, now that Song Yizhi is embarrassed, it's not her alone.
Li Yuxin reacted and followed Song Yizhi's footsteps.
After a while, Nascent Soul disciples from various sects came.
After the draw was over, Song Yizhi looked at the signature in his hand, and his eyes fell on Guan Kong, whom he had competed with before.
When Guan Kong saw Song Yizhi, he obviously had a headache.
He had competed with Song Yizhi and knew very well how terrifying Song Yizhi's strength was. If he fought against Song Yizhi, he would almost definitely lose.
After the draw was over, dozens of arenas rose up.
Song Yizhi and Guan Kong walked up from both sides. When the barrier on the arena rose, they greeted each other and started to fight.
Seeing Song Yizhi taking out the long sword with his backhand, Guan Kong was surprised for a moment, and then took out his staff.
Seeing one person holding a sword and the other holding a staff, the crowd below the ring was stunned for a moment.
Seeing Song Yizhi take out the long sword, Wei Ling said, "Song Yizhi is serious."
"Probably so." Bei Xianyue said uncertainly.
Baili Qi said, "The outcome of this round seems to have been decided."
It’s not that he is bragging about Miss Song without thinking, but that Miss Song is very strong, and her swordsmanship is even inferior to that of the Great Elder!
"Speaking of which, I have never competed with Song Yizhi." Bei Xianyue said.
Wei Ling turned his head and glanced at Bei Xianyue, but said nothing in the end.
The two people on the stage were in a stalemate for a while, and then quickly took action. Looking at the two people who were about to leave their shadows, Wei Ling said in surprise, "Fellow Guankong is so powerful?"
"Of course." Lu Li said, "Don't underestimate any cultivator, especially music cultivators and Buddhist cultivators!"
In the later stage of Nascent Soul, when you are close to the Great Perfection, you can basically defeat the gods by observing the sky. This is the power of Buddhist practice.
Wei Ling nodded repeatedly.
Looking at the two people who had fought many times in a short period of time, Feng Yi'an said in a warm voice, "This Buddhist cultivator is really strong."
(End of chapter)
