Three days later, the weather was fine and the breeze was gentle, and Shushan ushered in the high-profile disciple competition.

The surrounding hall is majestic, and the simple and powerful momentum is oncoming, and a big drum hangs next to the built arena.

There are several chairs above, and several men and women of different ages are sitting, but if one of the chairs is empty, and the person sitting first is Yu Yuanzhen, the head of Shushan.

He was wearing a black shirt, his face was serious, his temperament was fierce, and his eyes swept over the people present. In an instant, everyone felt a coldness blowing towards them, and the coldness was as dangerous as an ice pick.

"I announce that the ring match will start now!"

Sect Master Jade's voice was strong, resounding through the sky, clearly reaching everyone's ears. After speaking, he sat back in his seat with a solemn expression.

The referee who beat the drum slammed the big drum with energy in his hand, and bursts of fierce sound sounded, which made people feel passionate.

At the beginning of the competition in the ring, the people on the stage picked up the mahogany sword that could not injure people to death, and used their skills to learn from each other.

The sound of fighting kept coming, and the people on the ring tried their best, but no one was soft-hearted.

"..."

Gong Jiu stood on the ring, looking at Yi Xuanji wearing a white disciple uniform with a plum blossom hairpin on her head, the worry in her eyes flashed away, and her fists clenched subconsciously.

"boom--"

With a loud noise, Yi Xuanji beat his opponent and kicked him off the ring, standing with a sword in his hand, and the breeze blew through his hair.

His face was delicate, and his face was slightly pale due to too much effort, but he was still neither humble nor arrogant, and did not show a trace of fragility.

"Yes, perseverance is very good. By the way, I remember that you are only an apprentice, and the palace is very deserted. Do you want to accept another apprentice?"

Yu Yuanzhen spoke to the elder Zhou Heng beside him.

He was wearing a blue robe, his black hair was hanging down, his face was refined, and the aura that lingered around him was gentle and elegant, without any offensive power, like a zhilan jade tree, with a beautiful moon.

"No, I like quiet."

The corner of Zhou Heng's eyes swept towards the empty seat, and the gloom in his eyes flashed away.

He held his head with one hand and sat in a lazy posture, still not compromising the noble temperament of his whole body.

The whole person is free from the outside, as if he has no interest in this ring match.

I don't know...whether she liked the tea that was given to her.

"I don't want to."

Yu Yuanzhen no longer discouraged him, and did not notice Zhouheng's feelings buried in his heart.

His eyes fell on Yi Xuanji, his heart cherished his talents, and he remembered that the Yi family had been passed down in the Xiuxian faction for a long time, and the eldest lady of the Yi family could not be wronged when she entered the Shushan faction.

The head of Jade has made a decision in his heart, no longer tangled, and wholeheartedly watch the next game.

This time, Gong Jiu and the unruly and arrogant young man from a family of cultivators, Feng Luo, were on the stage.

The young man's eyes were ruthless, a sneer raised at the corner of his mouth, he clenched the peach wood sword in his hand, and the blue veins burst out on the back of his hand.

When the two stood on the stage, they stood up to each other. The difference in foundation was too great. Feng Luo was enough to crush Gong Jiu. For a time, everyone lacked interest.

——

In a shady palace.

Chu Yingying was sitting on a chair, and there was a good tea set on the table in front of her. The tea leaves were floating in the cup, and the fragrance of the tea was overflowing.

She picked up the cup and took a sip, and a slightly bitter and sweet taste filled her mouth.

"..."

"Qi Xuan!"

Suddenly, I felt a familiar breath, cracks appeared on the calm and flawless face, and there was a faint fog and ecstasy in the eyes.

Chu Yingying put down the cup and strode out of the palace, leaving behind the cup of fragrant tea and a pot of boiling water emitting steaming heat.

The master left, and the room was lonely.