singing together

The third day arrived as scheduled, and the martial field was obviously boiling. This is Kongshan, and all the disciples of Kongshan can come to watch the battle. In today's battle, almost all the disciples of Kongshan were present to cheer for their sect, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

In the first scene, Ye Xiaotong came on stage, she was a little unwilling, but she was indeed the one with the lowest level of cultivation, so she had to obey the arrangement, and the disciple of the Yun family also came on stage, Ye Xiaotong saw that the disciple of the Yun family was only at the early stage of Yuan Dan, and couldn't help but He was overjoyed, and felt that his chance to perform well in front of the sect master and elders had come. After saluting each other, he raised his sword and rushed forward.

But the final result was... Ye Xiaotong looked at the disciples of the Yun family who were still on the stage in disbelief, and she had already left the competition stage. She bit her lip and tears rolled in her eyes. Ye Zhaohua secretly thought that it was not good. Missy's temper...

Just as Ye Xiaotong was about to explode, Ye Zhaohua held down her hand and held her wrist tightly. In the eyes of outsiders, he had an expression of concern for the brothers and sisters of the same school, but there was a threat in his eyes, "If you lose, you lose. It's because you are inferior to others, don't embarrass Kong Shan."

Ye Zhaohua forcibly pulled Ye Xiaotong back into the team, and then whispered to several disciples, "Your Senior Sister Xiaotong is slightly injured, you have to take good care of her so that nothing will be lost, understand?" "Yes, Senior Sister."

Yi Shuihan looked at this side, Ye Zhaohua's voice was very low, and when he walked to Ye Xiaotong's side, his voice was also very low, but Yi Shuihan heard every word without falling, and couldn't help but look at Ye Zhaohua curiously , What an interesting little girl.

The second disciple of Kongshan to take the stage was Ye Yuqian, who defeated his opponent cleanly, and the third was Ye Yu'an. The two of them benefited a lot from following Ye Qingli out of the mountain, and their cultivation base also improved a lot.

Ye Zhaohua was the seventh to take the stage. On the stage, the little girl who usually acted like a baby had a serious face, and she was ready for the competition. Ye Zhaohua won, but lost to the next disciple who came on stage. After all, she was only 16 years old and broke through to In the early days of Sanyuan, it was also rare.

What Ye Zhaohua didn't know was that the person she buried in her heart was watching her all the time.

The ninth member of Kongshan, Mo Li came on stage, and the last member of the Yun family, Yun Shenting.

Yun Qiaoxin, who had already been defeated, stood side by side with Yun Shuiyin, Yun Shuiyin looked at Mo Li, who had already taken the stage, and Yun Qiaoxin looked at Mo Li, who was still sitting on the high stage, looking like she was not ready to end Ye Qingli.

The 23-year-old Yun Shenting's cultivation at the peak of Sanyuan is already extraordinary, but Ye Qingli clearly remembers how he coldly pushed Mo Li into the tiger's mouth eight years ago. Ye Qingli always thought that Mo Li wanted End this past with your own hands.

But in fact, Li Li didn't care at all, because the most important thing in his heart was not the unbearable past, but the man sitting on the high platform now, the man he had sworn to protect all his life.

"Kongshan Moli, please advise." Mo Li's voice was cold and without any emotion, and Yun Shenting in front of him was nothing more than a stranger who had met once.

"Yun family, Yun Shenting, please advise."

Mo Li just stood on the stage holding the Xi Yang Sword, without any intention of drawing the sword. This action caused a lot of commotion. I don't know whether to say that Mo Li is too confident or too conceited.

Yun Shenting had a feeling of being humiliated. Mo Li was too arrogant. He drew his sword and went straight to Mo Li's face. Fingers full of true essence gripped the blade of the sword, Yun Shenting was shocked to find that he couldn't draw it back.He is the young master of the Yun family, so the saber is naturally not ordinary, but at this moment he can't move at all. If it's not that the two of them are not in the same realm, it means that the other party has cultivated a special fingering technique.

But Mo Li didn't give him any more time and space to think. With a flick of the sword blade with his fingertips, Mo Li turned around and kicked Yun Shenting directly out of the range of the competition arena. The rioting crowd suddenly fell silent, and then The disciples of Kongshan erupted into loud cheers. They only used one move. No, Mo Li didn't even make a move, and Yun Shenting had already lost. How could they not be excited? No wonder Senior Brother Qingli didn't step down. It was also expected.

All the elders and Patriarchs on the high platform were shocked. Mo Li had already achieved such a level of cultivation at such a young age. Ye Ling had a complex look in his eyes, but Ling Qingxu had already expected it. After all, Mo Li was Probably no one knows better than him how to get promoted.

Disciple Kongshan frantically looked at the figure on the stage, but that person just stood quietly on the stage facing the high stage and waited for the final result. No one knew that his eyes only stayed on one person from the beginning to the end.

"I announce that the first round of promotions are the Ling family, Qingshan, Jingshan and Kongshan."

The final declaration of the great elder made the promoted family boil.The young masters came to the stage to draw lots again, and the three losing families just watched silently, thinking in their hearts that your Ling family would never have such good luck again.

The results of the lottery came out, the Qingshan Chu family played against the Ling family, and the Jingshan and Kongshan faced off.

Ye Qingli took the stick and smiled, that's okay, he will be able to ask Yi Shuihan from Jingshan the day after tomorrow, and he is looking forward to it.

"Young master Ye is here?"

Hearing the voice from outside the hospital, Ye Qingli came out, and the person standing at the door was Yi Shuihan who was about to face off.

"Young master Yi came to visit late at night, why?" Ye Qingli poured two cups of tea and put them on the table, he didn't quite understand why Yi Shuihan came to him.

Yi Shuihan smiled softly, "It's a bit alienating to call each other like this. I took the liberty to come here today to bother you. I have admired Young Master Ye's name for a long time. I always wanted to visit but dragged it until today. I am really ashamed."

Ye Qingli raised his cup and took a sip of the tea, "Brother Yi is serious. I have heard about Brother Yi's demeanor for a long time. When I saw him yesterday, he was really extraordinary."

The two looked at each other and laughed heartily.

Ye Qingli felt that getting along with Yi Shuihan was very comfortable, and Yi Shuihan came here for no other purpose, just to talk to Ye Qingli, the two chatted very happily, and they hated seeing each other late, and unconsciously After chatting for several hours, Yi Shuihan got up to say goodbye when it was almost dawn, "I had a pleasant conversation with Qingli today, and I am looking forward to our duel. Qingshan will have a duel with the Ling family soon, and I will go back. Farewell."

The two saluted each other, Yi Shuihan left, and Ye Qingli suddenly remembered that Mo Li hadn't come back yet.The joy of making friends with Yi Shuihan was suddenly replaced by worry. He got up and was about to go out to find Mo Li, but when he opened the door, he saw Mo Li who was about to push the door and looked at him in surprise, "Qing Li, what are you doing?" has not rested yet?"

"Where did you go, you're only coming back at this hour?" Ye Qingli frowned involuntarily.

The author has something to say:

I slept very contentedly, and I was in a good mood. I ran my hands fast, and presented the latest plot. By the way, I broke the news about Zhang Moli’s confession, huh huh huh... (????ω????)