Qu Yin looked at Li Daohong in surprise. He remembered that his friend had always been very low-key.
After reaching the eleventh place on the dragon list, I almost never fought with anyone.
Qu Yin has always suspected that the other party was deliberately stuck at eleven because he didn't like to act high-profile.
"It's really strange. Once in seclusion, Brother Li's temperament seems to have completely changed."
Qu Yin did not hide his thoughts and said it directly in front of the other party.
Li Daohong was distracted, and an excited gaze surged in his eyes and pondered: "Brother Qu, this Qianqiu Holy Banquet will start a real world of great competition. Everyone will fight. If you don't fight, how can you stand out?"
"You don't even look at how many people came this time. Who is convinced by Meng Xinghe? Look over there..."
Qu Yin looked in the direction of his finger. He was a girl in green with a beautiful face and luxurious temperament, which made people shine.
Li Daohong folded his fan together and said with a smile: "It's not that you want to see the beauty, but the person beside her. It's Feng Shaoyu, the new monster on the top ten dragon list, and the leader who is highly praised by Penglai Pavilion."
Qu Yin was a little embarrassed, but his attention was still on the girl in blue.
He thought to himself that this girl should be Qinglin, the head of the little pavilion of the Holy City Penglai Pavilion. It is better to meet her than to be famous. She is indeed amazing.
So beautiful!
But she was looking for someone, so why did her eyes keep turning around?
Li Daohong pointed at several people in a row, all of whom were the best.
Qu Yin was a little surprised and found that many of them didn't recognize each other. He couldn't help but say, "The top ten of the flowing water, the iron dragon list 11, I'll call you Long Eleven in the future."
Li Daohong smiled, didn't mind the title, and continued: "Then look at the 12th Dragon List, the young monster who was the most popular in the past year and the pure land of Tianxu came out of nowhere."
Qu Yin smiled and said, "Who is Si Xueyi? Before I went into seclusion, I heard that the Holy Academy had a banished immortal, and it was so famous."
Li Daohong curled his lips when he heard this and said, "It's just blown out."
"Um?"
Seeing Qu Yin's face full of confusion, Li Daohong explained: "The Holy Academy has been in decline for nearly a hundred years, and no one has appeared. I probably brought this Si Xueyi out. There is no such coincidence. The Qianqiu Holy Banquet is just about to be held.
, A genius suddenly appeared in the Holy Academy, and was called a banished immortal by the Book Saint, which was obviously a compliment!"
"This kid dares not come in a high-end game like the Spirit Contest. If he dares to come, he will wait for someone to dig out the dragon holy bones. No one spoils him."
Qu Yin hesitated and said, "It's not Si Xueyi, then who are you talking about?"
Li Daohong said in a deep voice: "Of course, Xiahou Jue is no longer. If Xiahou Jue hadn't been promoted to the dragon vein, it would be almost impossible for Si Xueyi to win the first place on the Tiandan List."
"Since Xiahou Jue has been on the Dragon List, he has risen like a comet. Every once in a while, a master of the Dragon List is defeated by him. During your retreat, he has reached the twelfth place in the Dragon List."
Qu Yin's face showed a solemn look.
He had heard of the name Xiahou Jue for a long time, and the realm of Tiandan had already emerged. Tianshulou predicted that he would be on the top of the dragon list for at most two years.
“So fast.”
Qu Yin felt a crisis and said in a deep voice: "If you remember correctly, he is only eighteen years old."
Li Daohong nodded and said lightly: "That's right, Si Xueyi is eighteen years old like him, but Si Xueyi can't even touch this high-end bureau. Do you think Si Xueyi was blown out?"
Qu Yin smiled awkwardly, but did not answer Li Daohong's words.
During the third level of the Holy Academy, he had seen Si Xueyi's style and was quite shocked at the time.
Even if Si Xueyi could not attend the Spirit Contest, this person was definitely not as unbearable as Li Daohong said, and at most he would have a little less cultivation.
VIP seat, where Penglai Pavilion is located.
Qinglin looked around and didn't see Si Xueyi's figure. The disappointment could not be hidden in his beautiful eyes.
Feng Shaoyu looked at Qinglin's side face, with a hint of obsession in his eyes, and said with a smile: "Don't look at the little Pavilion Master, the person you want to see will not come."
Qinglin said firmly: "Si Xueyi will definitely come."
Feng Shaoyu smiled and said, "This is the Spirit Contest, not the Beauty Pageant. What are he here to do? Are he here to get beaten? Hahaha!"
Qinglin's face turned cold and she was angry: "Feng Shaoyu! I have warned you before that Si Xueyi is not only my friend, but also my life-saving benefactor. Don't say bad things about him in front of me, I don't like it very much!!"
Feng Shaoyu was stunned immediately and found that the other party was really angry, and he couldn't help but feel a little panicked.
He restrained his smile and hurriedly said, "I mean he is not suitable for appearance. There are no rules for this Spirit-Summit. If something happens, the head of the head cannot cover it. If he dares to appear, someone will definitely dig out his dragon holy bone."
Qinglin's expression was a little slow, but he was still unwilling to accept it.
Nowadays, everyone thinks that Si Xueyi can have the current strength because of the external object, the dragon holy bone.
But only she knew that Si Xueyi had no divine dragon bones at all.
Unfortunately, this is Si Xueyi's secret, and she can't reveal any of it.
Seeing that her expression was a little gentle, Feng Shaoyu secretly analyzed in his heart that the little Pavilion Master might think I am too crazy, so let's keep a low profile.
He immediately pretended to be modest and said, "Even the top 30 leaders in the Dragon List, even if I am the first to join in the fun. Even if I am the tenth in the Dragon List, I will win the opportunity to defeat the extraordinary sacred Yin Fruit,
It won't exceed 10%.
After saying that, Feng Shaoyu observed Qinglin's expression.
Who knew that the latter looked calm and did not care at all, and his eyes were still looking outside the field again.
Seeing that he kept looking at him, Qinglin withdrew his gaze and said the truth: "I think the same as you."
Feng Shaoyu twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling very depressed, so he just felt modest.
At this moment, an uproar came from the martial arts arena, but the little marquis Mingchi led the people from the city lord's mansion to appear.
Qinglin suddenly said, "Will this person also participate in the Spirit Ascension Conference?"
Feng Shaoyu said seriously: "Ming Guanghou even took out the Tianji Liuyao Pan. He must have wanted to pave the way for him, but I guess Ming Guanghou did not expect that things would be so big."
"Now that even Meng Xinghe is here, this little marquis dares to attend the spirit promotion conference? I don't think so."
Qinglin pondered for a while, but always felt something was wrong.
Mingchi led the people from the Marquis' Mansion to the high platform of the martial arts arena, where the Tianji Liuyao Pan was placed on the stone pillar.
At this moment, the stone pillar was covered by a red cloth embroidered with spiritual patterns. Mingchi quickly stepped forward and lifted the red cloth with a casual lift.
In the center of the Tianji Liuyao Pan, the holy Yin fruit floating around is surrounded by eight different colors of streamers.
"Eight-colored holy yin fruit!"
"Good guy, the spiritual energy of this Tianji Liuyao Pan has not yet dissipated, but it is already the eight-colored holy yin fruit. If you have the chance to impact the nine-colored holy yin fruit!"
"The holy yin fruits of other families have made wedding dresses for this holy yin fruit. This Mingguang Hou is really brave."
"Who can laugh to the end? Meng Xinghe has come. He can still control this situation when he is bright and bright?"
"Ming Guanghou probably didn't expect that this matter would be related to the Qianqiu Holy Banquet. At the moment, the Spirit Ascension Conference could not be blocked by him."
...
Monks from all directions were talking about it.
The faces of the five major sects including the Holy Academy were not very good-looking.
But those young dragon-list monsters had their eyes hot and their expressions were very excited.
This is a winner-takes-all game!
As long as you can win this Spirit Ascension Conference, you will not only be the first in the Dragon List, but also get the Eight-Colored Holy Yin Fruit.
It will soon become famous in the sky, go further, and have the opportunity to compete at the Qianqiu Holy Banquet.
Who wouldn't be moved by any monster?
Meng Xinghe looked cold and arrogant, and he saw the expressions of the top leaders in all directions, and a teasing look appeared on his face.
He has long been tired of staying in this dragon list!
As for the number one in the dragon list, he didn't care much.
But I took the initiative to give it up in the early stage so that you can fight, otherwise no one will think about it!
After Mingchi lifted the red cloth, people from the city lord's mansion appeared and announced the rules of the Spirit Ascension Conference.
The rules are simple and crude. Whoever can stand to the end and fight until no one dares to fight will be able to take away the extraordinary sacred Yin Fruit.
"Yes, I like this rule very much, so let's start with me!"
As soon as the rules were announced, Meng Xinghe suddenly stood up and appeared on the Fengyuntai like teleportation.
Meng Xinghe looked down on his eyes and sneered: "If it weren't for the Spirit Contest, those among you would never have the chance to fight me in their entire lives. Let's start. It's also your honor to lose to me, Meng Xinghe."