"Host, don't worry, you are Yan Yun, and Yan Yun is you."
Duocai's proud voice sounded, "Don't worry while we work."
Yan Yun was still a little worried just now, but after hearing its words, he felt relieved.
When she returned to Linshui Residence, several disciples were already waiting for her.
"Yan Yun, we are here!"
They came forward and showed her all the things that needed to be recycled, with anticipation in their eyes.
Yan Yun quickly helped them figure it out, and it was very pleasant to get it done now without much nonsense.
Because of this incident, her reputation has improved a lot now. Again, no one can refuse someone who can bring benefits to them.
She opened the door and went back into the house, recording every account together.
During this period, Ning Wanwan came back, glanced at her, and then quickly looked away.
The martial arts meeting started the day after tomorrow, and Yan Yun quickly took note of the accounts and continued practicing.
Because she understood the interdependence of the five elements, she can practice much faster now than before. She believes that it won't take long for her to break through to the eighth level of Qi training.
The night before the martial arts meeting, Yan Yun was practicing his sword and suddenly stopped.
"Uncle Master, if someone takes away his body, how can we beat him back to his original form?"
"Why do you ask?"
Zhou Zhengyuan didn't even raise his eyelids.
"A friend of mine hasn't been like himself lately, and I'm a little worried about him."
There was a bit of worry in Yan Yun's eyes, and he looked so sincere and didn't seem to be fake at all.
"This is not easy. Just drag him to our sect's Heart-Questing Stone."
Zhou Zhengyuan then opened his eyes and looked at her.
"Questioning Heart Stone?"
"Whether it's becoming a demon, seizing a body, or anything else, the Heart-Questing Stone can force it out for you."
"But not everyone can use it..."
Before he finished speaking, he fell asleep again.
"Host, what are you going to do?"
Duocai's curious voice sounded, and it always felt like the host was secretly holding back his ultimate move.
Yan Yun didn't respond to it, making it even more curious.
There is only one thing that worries about wealth: the host destroys the world and causes the whole world to collapse... After all, it has not experienced madness in its three lives.
When the sun rose from the east on the second day, Yan Yun put away his sword and looked at the distant mountain side in a daze.
Today's morning glow is incredible, with orange and gold reflected in the red glow, as if the sacred fire of a phoenix in its nirvana is intertwined in the sky.
She simply packed herself up and prepared for the first showdown in this world.
The martial arts meeting was held at Fengyuntai.
Fengyuntai is not on the ground, but suspended in mid-air in the center of Changle Sect.
Yan Yun followed the flow of people into the teleportation circle, but reached it after a moment.
Fengyuntai is made of black gold stone, so there are only light traces of fighting over the years.
Surrounding the Fengyun Tower are densely packed stands.
Looking up further, there is a huge projection stone, which can show the disciples to everyone.
First, it can be seen clearly by all viewers, and second, it can also play a supervisory role.
It was very noisy here at this time, with a group of people of all sizes gathering together and talking.
"Senior brother."
Yan Yun gently patted Jiang Qinghe who was alone, "Why are you here alone?"
It's not like him at all to be so lonely.
His originally downcast eyes lit up the moment he heard her voice, "I don't have any acquaintances, but now I have them."
Jiang Qinghe turned around. His eyebrows were actually very sharp, but because they hadn't opened yet, they still looked a bit childish.
"This year we specially invited disciples from the Valley of Miracle Doctors to come over and work as support for us, you see."
Looking along his fingers, he saw a group of disciples uniformly dressed in white and blue clothes.
Each of them carried a medicine box on his back and surrounded the tallest man.
But the distance was too far, and Yan Yun could not see their faces clearly.
"Disciples who are watching the game, please enter the viewing area immediately and sit down -"
"Participating disciples please go to their respective competition venues——"
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"Junior sister, I'm optimistic about you, it doesn't matter what your ranking is..."
Jiang Qinghe wanted to say a few more words, but was quickly swept away by the crowd and kept looking back at her.
Yan Yun smiled back, waved at him and turned around to find his own playing field.
"Quiet - all quiet -"
Liang Xun stood on the high platform, overlooking everyone.
His voice spread throughout the Fengyuntai with spiritual power, and the pressure of the Yuanying monks was released, and everyone was immediately silenced.
He briefly introduced the rules and said some encouraging words.
The first competition is a knockout, one-on-one, the winner advances to the next event, and usually half of the people can be cut off in this game.
Because it's a lottery system, the opponent you encounter depends purely on luck.
Fengming Sect, seventh level of qi training, adept at literature.
It seems that she is quite lucky. Her participating group is from the fifth to ninth level of Qi training.
Generally, if you draw someone who is higher level than yourself, it all depends on your skill.
The layering of force in Qi training is not too obvious, and the distance begins to gradually widen when it comes to foundation building.
The competition lasted for a quarter of an hour, and she was the 76th, so she had to wait for a long time...
She sat obediently in the waiting area, watching the duel on the projection stone, and constantly learning from it.
"Junior Brother Shang, don't worry, she ranks last every year and can't hold the sword steady every time."
A young man's voice came from behind, "No, she's right in front."
"Brother, it's wrong to speak ill of others behind their backs..."
Naofumi is young, with a round face and round eyes that look innocent and ignorant.
"What are you afraid of? She's so courageous. She hears everything she hears. She doesn't dare..."
"You're wrong, I dare you."
Yan Yun drew her sword as soon as she said she wanted to. Since it was inconvenient to bring out the Dawn Sword, she temporarily changed it to a magical sword issued by the sect.
Looking at the sharp blade in front of him, Zhou was a little stunned and looked at her face several times as if he didn't believe it.
She is not the obedient little girl in my impression. She has a gentle look on her face, but the movements on her hands are extremely sharp.
People around looked at them and whispered, and from time to time someone made a surprised sound, as if they didn't believe it was Yan Yun.
After all, in addition to being famous in Changle Sect, Yan Yun is also famous in other sects... although it is not a good thing.
"Apologize."
"You! What I said is the truth, why do you want me to apologize?"
Zhou Ju became angry with embarrassment and stretched out his hand to move her sword away.
"Apologize."
She reiterated that the sword in her hand did not shift even half an inch due to Zhou Juran's movements!
"sorry!"
Seeing everyone looking over, Zhou Juran's face turned red and he reluctantly apologized.
Yan Yun looked at him coldly, then took back his sword and returned to his position.
In the peripheral vision, there were figures of Song Qingyue and Wen Qingyu.
She just did it deliberately to show them.
Yan Yun raised the corners of his mouth slightly, wasn't he just trying to catch some clues? Then she gives them a chance.
