I heard that Wei Zhiming signed up for the third competition. As expected, the elders of the Lingxian Sect turned back midway and tried their best to prevent Wei Zhiming from participating in the competition.
And Yuan Yulang also risked his life in order to persuade the elders.
“You won’t lose any meat if you try it!”
It’s just that his persuasive tone wasn’t very good.
"But Zhiming was ranked last in the first two competitions. I'm afraid this third competition will be..." an elder said euphemistically.
"I have been with him for a month, and I know that he is not a big talker. Maybe he really has a hidden agenda!"
Yuan Yulang had never tried so hard to persuade others in his life, and he couldn't help but feel angry.
If it weren't for Tang Ling's instructions, he wouldn't be like this.
This Tang Ling goes out for a walk when she goes out for a walk. Why doesn't she come back when it's almost dark? I really can't count on her.
"Okay! I understand! If he can't win, I won't be called Yuan Yulang from now on!"
In the end, Yuan Yulang used his name as a guarantee to persuade several elders to leave.
However, it was impossible to leave completely. The elders still lived back in their original places, waiting for the results of the final competition to see whether Yuan Yulang needed to throw away his name.
After sending the person outside the courtyard gate, Yuan Yulang turned around and was about to return to his room when he suddenly saw Wei Zhiming standing in front of the door of another room.
Through the thick rain curtain, the expression on his face cannot be seen clearly.
I don’t know how much he heard what he just said.
But no matter what.
"Why aren't you asleep yet! Give me a better tomorrow than you heard!"
For the sake of his own name, Yuan Yulang threatened fiercely.
It was already dark, and Yuan Yulang had just "battled with the scholars" again. His head was buzzing, his body and mind were exhausted, and he felt sleepy and tired. When he returned to the room, he fell asleep and fell asleep.
During this sleep, Yuan Yulang felt that he had slept for a long time and had a very scary dream. He dreamed that after Wei Zhiming lost the competition, he had no name and no one recognized him.
But it was Tang Ling who woke him up in the end.
In the dream, Tang Ling didn't recognize him at all. They met on the road, but they passed each other like two strangers.
He knew in his heart that she was her, but his body moved uncontrollably in the opposite direction to her, and left without looking back.
Yuan Yulang woke up suddenly, his whole body wet with cold sweat.
As if my ears were suddenly opened, the sound of rumbling rain came in.
Yuan Yulang looked out the window. It was so gloomy that he couldn't see the sky clearly at all.
At this moment, several bells outside penetrated the rain curtain and entered the room. Yuan Yulang heard that these were the bells that started the competition a few days ago, and instantly jumped up from the bed like a carp.
"These people won't leave me and run away, right?"
He hurriedly packed himself up and rushed into the rain and fog with his sword.
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Wei Zhiming walked into the stands.
There are already several monks participating in the competition standing in the stands, most of them are from the Guiyuan Sect and the Shanhe Sect.
Most of the monks of the Shanhe Sect are very big, with strong muscles, and are dressed in iron and steel. In the competition, no other sect can match their endurance and speed in making weapons.
The monks of the Guiyuan Sect look similar to most ordinary monks, but they pay attention to skills when forging, and their speed is comparable to the monks of the Shanhe Sect.
Wei Zhiming felt that his horizons had been greatly broadened after participating in the weapon refining competition, and he had seen so many powerful craftsmen.
So when a monk from another sect next to him looked at him provocatively, his heart was calm and there was no emotion.
He doesn't care.
After his father died, he no longer cared about anything or anyone.
No matter who or what happens, as long as it doesn't hinder him from refining weapons, that's fine.
"That person, that person! His grandma's! What a look! Dare you look down on you? You are a descendant of our Nangong family! Just wait, let him look at you later!"
"Don't worry, Xiao Ming. With me, you can refine any magic weapon and I will possess you. Isn't it easy to make the magic weapon?"
Wei Zhiming's calm heart felt a little turbulent.
He closed his eyes and whispered: "Shut up!"
The voice in the body was silent for a moment and then sounded lonely and unbearable.
"You said that if you had listened to me from the beginning and let me control your body, you wouldn't have lost so miserably in the first two games."
Hearing this, Wei Zhiming's eyes flashed with a sharp look.
When he first arrived at Yunlaiju a few days ago, he always felt dizzy and often even forgot what he said and what he did.
It's like being controlled by someone.
But at that time, his body didn't make much movement, so he once suspected that he had some disease.
It was not until later that I learned that the storyteller died on the day when he suddenly and uncontrollably rushed to the beach at Zhenchao Pass. When he regained consciousness, he heard the sound of waves lapping against boulders.
And he himself was already soaked to the skin and standing on the beach.
Perhaps because he was near the seaside, the sound of the Requiem was louder than what he heard in Yunlaiju. His consciousness suddenly became extremely clear, and he could clearly feel that he was being controlled.
"Who are you?" He chose a place to take shelter from the rain and asked.
It was quiet all around, with only the sound of rain and waves filling my ears.
Wei Zhiming was silent, silent, and suddenly walked towards the sea.
Wei Zhiming doesn’t know how to swim.
Even if you know how to swim, under such heavy rain and the rough waves of Zhenchao Pass, it will be difficult to be rescued once you fall into the water.
What's more, now that the official on the shore has left, no one will come to save him.
Because no one will notice him at all.
Wei Zhiming walked towards the seaside step by step.
He didn't know if it was useless to do so, but he knew that if he didn't do it, many things that followed might not be under his control.
One step, two steps, three steps...
When the whole body was about to be soaked by the sea water, a voice suddenly sounded in the body, and he let out a long sigh.
This sigh was not loud.
But because Wei Zhiming's whole body's nerves were tense during the whole process, he was particularly sensitive to this.
When the sigh sounded, his steps paused slightly, but he still continued to move forward.
Until the sound got a little louder.
"Stop, stop, stop! You are so young, why can't you think about it?"
Wei Zhiming then stopped and asked, "Who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am, you go back first!"
"Can't you control me?" Wei Zhiming said, "Control me to go back."
The voice was so sudden that I stopped talking.
Suddenly a wave hit him, and Wei Zhiming tried to move his feet. After discovering that he still had the autonomy of his body, he felt a little calmer.
Before he was sure what was inside his body, he could only call it "it".
It seems that it cannot completely control itself.
"Can't you go back?"
Wei Zhiming laughed mockingly, but the voice in his body remained silent.
It seems that the provocation method does not work.
Just when he was about to say something, the voice in his body sighed again.
"Don't you already know? Go back. If you are not my sister's descendant, whether you commit suicide or provoke a general, these tricks will not have any effect on me."
Wei Zhiming's breath suffocated, and then suddenly became rapid. The huge waves in front of him were like giant hands, mercilessly surrounding him, just like the giant hand of fate, which was always grabbing at him mercilessly. p>
At that moment, he suddenly guessed its identity inside his body.
But he would rather never know about its existence in this life.