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1670. Chapter 1670 The great competition of the sects where rivals gather (9)

As soon as Wei Lihua said this, everyone was as silent as cicadas. The wind and snow cliffs in Beishan were facing the wall, which was an extremely painful punishment. The wind there was howling all year round. If the true energy was not used to protect the body, the biting cold wind could even blow people away.

There are only white bones left. Facing the wall for a year, I am afraid that only Mo Suifeng will be left.

If a person with high cultivation level like Xu Ziran can hold on, others may only have a handful of bones left by then. But even Xu Ziran, who is as strong as Mo Suifeng, is absolutely unwilling to try to go to that kind of place.

of.

At this time, no one dared to have other thoughts. Those male disciples who wanted to rely on Da Bi to get close to Liu Mengyan gave up those thoughts and prepared to compete honestly. However, although they did not dare to deliberately strike up a conversation,

But it was okay to watch from the audience while Liu Mengyan was competing. Even if Wei Lihua was an elder, he could not force them to disperse and not watch, so Wei Lihua could only glance at Liu Mengyan with concern.

Mengyan, seeing that her disciple had a stable mind,

Since I wasn't affected by so many people in the audience, I couldn't say anything else.

After Wei Lihua left, the two referees discussed a few words, and one of them asked Roger in the audience: "Do you still want to continue the competition?" Roger was scolded by Mo Suifeng and thrown off the stage.

He was a little nervous at first, but later Wei Lihua looked at him specifically when he was talking. This look made him even more frightened, and he immediately broke out in a cold sweat. If he was really punished to face the snowy cliff of Beishan, he would

But my life is at risk

Got it!

At the moment of panic, when he heard the referee's question, Roger was frightened and quickly replied: "No, I will give up!"

The referee nodded. Roger's strength was at the seventh level of Huang level. He was not Liu Mengyan's opponent originally. He was obviously not in good condition now. It was normal to admit defeat like this. So Liu Mengyan just stood on the stage without any effort.

Showed his face and won the second round. Back to

When they were in Wangyue Valley, Liu Mengyan was also a little helpless. She had already calculated that in the third round she would meet an opponent with a strength at the eighth level of the Huang rank. That person was comparable to her in cultivation and experienced.

It’s not easy to deal with. Liu Mengyan wanted to play seriously in the first two rounds and accumulate more

She had experience against the enemy, but she didn't expect that her opponents would immediately admit defeat twice in a row, which made her plan come to nothing.

Seeing her somewhat depressed expression, Feng Yujie smiled and comforted her: "Don't be angry, I will practice with you more these days."

"No need, Senior Sister Feng, you are also going to compete, don't let me distract you," Liu Mengyan said with some embarrassment, "I'm not angry either, I'm just a little disappointed." "Are you still disappointed when someone admits defeat?" Feng Yujie smiled.

joked

, "You don't know how many people are envious of you! Especially, Senior Brother Mo also specially wrote a poem for you. There is a girl named Mengyan, whose face is like Shunhua, her shape is graceful, her person is graceful, graceful, graceful and graceful. Oh my!

, so beautiful

! It’s a pity that the master came later, otherwise we would have heard the whole story! Otherwise, Mengyan, ask Senior Brother Mo what’s behind it another day?"

"Oh, Senior Sister Feng! Stop joking!" Liu Mengyan stamped her feet and said angrily, "It's not like you don't know that I don't like talking to them!"

"But Senior Brother Mo is really good," Feng Yujie said with a smile, "Many senior sisters secretly like Senior Brother Mo! But he rarely writes poems for any girl alone. Mengyan, I can't help but be jealous of you.

Got it!"

"Senior Brother Mo is indeed very talented." Liu Mengyan sighed in distress, "But I really don't like being pointed out by so many people!" "If you don't like it, Senior Brother Mo, what about Senior Brother Xu and the others?" Feng Yujie continued.

Bagua said, “In addition to Senior Brother Mo, there are many sisters who like Senior Brother Xu. Senior Brother Xu’s cultivation level is also the highest among our generation. Senior Brother Geng and Senior Brother Yu are all very good, and they are very good.

I value you, tell me, who do you like?"

"Oh, senior sister, I don't like anyone!" Liu Mengyan blushed, "I'm still young! Why are you thinking about those things so early?"

"Okay, okay, you are indeed still young." Feng Yujie thought for a while and couldn't help but smile, "Mengyan, could it be because they all take the initiative to talk to you, so you don't like them? Don't you?

Do you like the cold type? Like Senior Brother Dong?"

"What is Brother Dong?"

"That's Senior Brother Dong Chun Qiu Dong! He always wears a mask. I heard that he has never given you a gift, but you should know him."

Liu Mengyan thought for a long time and finally found the image of a man wearing a silver mask in her mind. She shook her head and said: "Senior sister, please stop joking. I only met Senior Brother Dong once during the festival.

How can you like him if you haven't even spoken to him?"

"Senior Brother Dong is always cold and cold and rarely talks to others. Everyone is quite afraid of him." Feng Yujie said with a smile, "I thought we Mengyan liked his type!"

"What!" Liu Mengyan really couldn't stand Feng Yujie's teasing, and pushed her out of the door reluctantly, "Senior sister, you have a martial arts competition tomorrow! Go back and prepare quickly, don't laugh at me here!" "No need to prepare,

I had a bad luck with my visa this time.

Tomorrow I will meet Senior Sister Nie Peilan and I will definitely be eliminated!" Feng Yujie shook her head and said depressedly, "So I don't have to prepare anymore. I will practice with you more these two days! I will give you more tricks to familiarize you with.

The real battle is also Master’s

mean."

"Oh, okay, thank you, Senior Sister Feng!"

After chatting for a few more times, Liu Mengyan and Feng Yujie took their swords and started sparring with each move.

While Liu Mengyan and Feng Yujie were practicing swordplay, Nie Peilan, whom Feng Yujie mentioned just now, was having a bad temper in his residence. The reason was the poem written by Mo Yan.

Nie Peilan is also a beauty, and she and another beauty Zhou Feng'er belong to Wei Lihua's lineage, and both of them are at the seventh level of Xuanjie, and are core disciples of Tiandao Sect. They also live in Wangyue Valley, but they

His residence is relatively far from Liu Mengyan.

Zhou Feng'er has liked Xu Ziran since she was a child, but Nie Peilan has always admired Mo Suifeng. Because of the competitive relationship between Xu Ziran and Mo Suifeng, as well as the competitive relationship between Zhou Feng'er and Nie Peilan themselves, the two have always disliked each other. However,

Maybe it's because of a

There was a faint sense of jealousy or crisis. From the moment Liu Mengyan arrived at Tiandao Sect, Zhou Feng'er and Nie Peilan didn't like her very much. The relationship between them was still a bit tense at first, but later they gradually got along well with each other, and there was a faint feeling of jealousy.

There is a sense of alliance


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