In Yang Feihe's memory, this female disciple named Chen Siyu also played a certain role.
After all, a slender lady is like a gentleman.
Back then, Yang Feihe was also a handsome young man, and Chen Siyu could be said to be completely obedient to him. If Yang Feihe hadn't been so enmity with him, the two of them might have turned out to be a good thing.
Of course, Fang Xiaoyue's current body is more beautiful, but outer disciples like Chen Siyu don't have many opportunities to come into contact with Fang Xiaoyue, so there is no relationship between the two.
Besides, no matter how beautiful Chen Siyu is, Fang Xiaoyue can only live with her eyes, and it is absolutely impossible to do anything.
Therefore, even if she saw someone with some memory, Fang Xiaoyue still looked old and walked slowly past Chen Siyu on a walking stick.
However, Chen Siyu felt that the old man from the past seemed familiar, but she couldn't remember when she had seen him before.
Three days later, the disciple martial arts meeting was officially held.
Ten arenas have been built in the square of Songlong Grottoes. As long as they are outer disciples, no matter which sect they are, they can go up to fight and defend the arena. The winner will be promoted, the loser will be eliminated. The final winner will be the disciple's martial arts performance.
The champion of the conference!
All sects jointly funded and prepared generous rewards for this disciple martial arts competition.
There are rewards for the top ten except the champion.
If you have to use points to measure it, the tenth place is worth at least 5,000 points!
It can be said that many outer disciples may not be able to earn so many points after twenty years of hard work.
The total number of outer disciples from various sects is as high as one hundred thousand.
It is conceivable that in such a venue, let alone the championship, as long as you can get the top ten, or even the top 100, you can make yourself famous.
In addition to these outer disciples, there were also many daring mortals who came to watch the fun.
Compared with their past arrogance, the outer disciples who came to participate in the disciple martial arts competition did not appear to be too arrogant. Some of the outer disciples even bought snacks from carts pushed by mortals.
From the beginning of the conference, every arena was surrounded by people.
These outer disciples usually don't have many opportunities to show off their skills in such a big scene, so they are particularly keen to get on the stage first, regardless of winning or losing, to occupy the pit first.
Of course, the outer disciples who are too weak will be defeated in two or three strikes, while those who are stronger will be able to defend for a few more games.
Fang Xiaoyue stopped wandering around at this time and stayed near the ten arenas. He knew that his enemies would eventually come.
Sure enough, the next day, he happily saw an enemy and his son at Arena No. 2.
The enemy was already a little old. He stood under the ring and looked at his son who was guarding the ring. He couldn't help but feel comforted: "Our family finally..." Before he could finish his sigh, an unknown person appeared next to him.
An old man appeared and bumped into him.
With a bang, the once all-powerful old robber was knocked to the ground, and he screamed ouch.
Fang Xiaoyue didn't want to hit this old guy to death.
His plan was to injure him and then gather the enemies together.
Fang Xiaoyue naturally ran away after hitting someone.
The son who had just been slapped down on the ring turned around and saw that his father had been hit and the perpetrator ran away. It was not a big deal, so he immediately chased after him.
But Fang Xiaoyue, who had hit the person, twisted around in the crowd and disappeared without a trace, causing the robber's son to immediately escape.
"Son of a bitch!"
The robber's name was Miao Renfei, and his son's name was Miao Yijian. Miao Yijian couldn't catch Shang Xiaoyue, so he could only turn around and look after his father.
In fact, Miao Renfei's injuries from the collision were not too severe, with only two broken ribs. When he was a robber in the past, such injuries were only minor injuries.
But after being a robber for so long, and being plotted against him even when he was old, Miao Renfei couldn't let go.
Next time you meet that old boy, you must peel off his skin and cramps!
Miao Renfei thought bitterly in his heart.
However, his son was even more angry and immediately turned around to call his uncles, that is, the group of robbers.
It didn't take long for the bandits to gather in front of Miao Renfei. As for their sons, they were busy competing in the ring and had no time to visit their elders.
"I said people are flying. You are so old that your eyes were pecked by geese."
An old bandit couldn't help laughing when he saw Miao Renfei screaming in pain.
For bandits like them, as long as they don't die directly and leave a life behind, it doesn't matter.
When his companion mocked him, Miao Renfei became even more angry. He immediately beat the bluestone under his butt and said angrily: "There won't be a next time. I will catch that old boy today!"
Ridicule as sarcasm as it is, this group of bandits is still very united.
Their brother was hit by an old man and his bones were broken!
The old man must be found!
So the group of old robbers immediately dispersed and started looking for him in the vast sea of people.
The old robber has a bad temper.
When looking for someone, it is inevitable that you will bump into people, or see the wrong person, etc.
If their children hadn't followed them, they would have died in a short time.
This is a disciple martial arts competition!
The attendees were all cultivators, but on the contrary, there were only a few ordinary people who came to watch the fun.
It doesn't matter if these bandits offend ordinary people, but if they offend cultivators, they will most likely be killed directly.
However, by spreading out like this, they gave Fang Xiaoyue the opportunity to assassinate them one by one.
To be honest, he didn't want to confront the Qingsongmen directly if it wasn't necessary.
After all, the Qingsong Sect is the most powerful sect in this plane of cultivation.
Not to mention anything else, there are no less than a hundred people in the Qingsong Sect who are high-level innate cultivators.
In addition, there are about seven to eight hundred cultivators below the high level of Xiantian in the inner gate of Qingsong Sect.
As for the innate cultivators of the outer sect, there are also thousands of them.
This is the foundation of an old and first-class cultivation sect.
For a third-rate cultivation sect like the Xianhe Sect, the number of innate cultivators from both the inner and outer sects combined is only seventy or eighty.
This shows how big the gap is between first-rate and third-rate.
Fang Xiaoyue is not afraid of innate cultivators, but it would be very uncomfortable to be targeted by such a cultivator sect and then be chased and attacked.
Therefore, he wanted to complete the task more easily.
Just like that, the old robber came from the side of him, and he had disguised himself as a middle-aged man.
In order to have a safer place to disguise himself, he bought more than ten small courtyards in Songlong Grottoes City as safe houses during his wanderings in the past few days.