Everyone was silent.

I have to say, this silver-haired boy is really strong, so strong that he can control the power of attack at will.

Those newcomers who have some talent and strength naturally don't dare to face Feng Xinglan now. If they are defeated, they will only be eliminated in the first round.

Next, no one came up to the ring to challenge Feng Xinglan, and Feng Xinglan successfully defended the ring and got the chance to advance.

Feng Xinglan left the stage.

Yun Zheng and the others looked at him with smiles.

Yu Qiu couldn't help but raise an eyebrow and said disdainfully, "Why is your acting so bad?"

Zhongli Wuyuan smiled: "That makes sense."

Nangong Qingqing smiled slowly: "Brother Lan, congratulations on your advancement."

Yan Chen sighed softly: "Your behavior will attract a lot of disgust from people."

Mu Yin looked Feng Xinglan over and said proudly, "He's just a little bit better than me."

Yun Zheng smiled and said, "You are very strong."

Mo Jing excitedly grabbed Feng Xinglan's arm and said, "Oh my god, you're so strong! You never show your true colors! Can you teach me a few moves?"

Feng Xinglan was shaken by Mo Jing's arm. He fixed his eyes and said to Mo Jing, "Actually, you are more suitable for sword training."

"What kind of knife?" Mo Jing was stunned. "A kitchen knife? A fruit knife? The legendary assassin's dagger?"

Feng Xinglan: "It's a broadsword."

Hearing this, Mo Jing subconsciously looked at his hands and asked, "Do you think I can swing a big knife?"

"Yes." Feng Xinglan said with certainty.

Mo Jing said excitedly, "Okay! I'll practice swordplay from now on!"

Feng Xinglan looked at Yu Qiu and the others, "When are you going to go up?"

"It depends on the situation. If you meet someone you don't like, just attack him immediately." Yu Qiu chuckled.

Feng Xinglan turned to look at Yun Zheng and asked naturally, "Zheng Zheng, would you choose a martial arts competition?"

Yun Zheng was stunned for a moment when she heard this, then shook her head and said, "My major is not martial arts, but Xuan Dao. I should only participate in Xuan Dao competitions."

"That's such a pity." Feng Xinglan sighed slightly.

Pity?

What is there to regret?

Yun Zheng was a little confused, but she didn't ask any further questions.

Soon, an hour passed.

Feng Xinglan and Zhongli Wuyuan both successfully defended their title and advanced.

As for Nangong Qingqing, Yu Qiu and Mu Yin, they have not yet appeared on the stage.

Mo Jing just came to watch the fun.

Yan Chen chose the medical competition.

Suddenly, a purple figure appeared on the stage, attracting almost everyone's attention.

After seeing the young man's appearance clearly, everyone was shocked.

The eldest son of the Ning family!

Yun Zheng's gaze also followed the young man in purple. The young man's extremely handsome face added a bit of gorgeousness and charm.

Her heart trembled slightly.

I always feel like I've seen him somewhere.

At this time, the sound of people talking could be heard.

"This is the young master of the Ning family, Ning Lujue! I heard that he was born with an ancient martial arts body and has reached an extremely high level of cultivation. Even some family elders can't defeat him!"

"Come on, Ning Lujue!"

"Ning Lujue, Yun Yixian, Ning Fengrui, and Yun Ziyue are all outstanding young talents! I bet that in the martial arts competition, the four of them will definitely occupy the top four!"

"So, who do you think will be number one?"

"Have you forgotten Feng Xinglan and Zhongli Wuyuan who appeared earlier? They are two dark horses that emerged this year. Maybe their names will be in the top four."

"Impossible! No matter how strong they are, they can't beat Yun Yixian and his men!"

There are many different opinions.

Yun Zheng looked up at the purple-robed youth, a little stunned. His name was... Lu Jue...

The young man in purple seemed to notice that someone was staring at him without blinking. Suddenly, a strange feeling arose in his heart. He turned his head and his eyes happened to meet Yun Zheng's under the ring.

The moment the two looked at each other, it seemed as if the world stopped.

Ning Lujue opened her lips slightly, feeling an indescribable excitement in her heart.

His fingers suddenly clenched the hilt of the sword, and he resisted the urge to rush to the girl. A picture also emerged in his mind.

A girl in red raised her eyes slightly and looked at the blue sky and white clouds, while he... was staring at her back.

He had been dreaming about a girl in red since he was a child, and now when he saw Yun Zheng, a voice in the deepest part of his heart seemed to say: It's her!

This is ridiculous!

That's too weird!

Ning Lujue frowned. He had always thought that the dream he had over and over again was just a dream, but he didn't expect that everything in the dream today became so real and illusory.

who is she?

Yun Zheng also noticed the change in Ning Lujue's expression. Ning Lujue's face was stunned and shocked at first, and then he frowned, seeming a little unhappy.

Seeing this, Yun Zheng thought she had offended him and looked away.

Ning Lujue on the ring noticed that Yun Zheng avoided his gaze, and his brows frowned even more tightly, and he felt inexplicably irritated.

He subconsciously wanted her to keep staring at him.

Another person on the stage suddenly spoke up, "Ning Lujue, I won't surrender before the fight. Come! Let me see the true strength of the younger generation of the top ancient martial arts families!"

Ning Lujue retracted his gaze, then stared at the other person and nodded slightly at him.

"Ning Lujue of the Ning family, please teach me—"