Fan Zhiyi didn't quite believe it, and Zhuang Yujing saw it from his eyes. He snorted, "If you don't believe it, forget it."
"Let's talk as we walk." Fan Zhiyi grabbed Zhuang Yujing and walked quickly forward. "Where is the competition venue?"
"You're going the wrong way. Go this way. Also, let me go!"
"..." Fan Zhiyi put the porcelain bottle away, "This is the medicine Murong Xiao asked me to give Bing Nandong."
"What?"
"Brother, can you please speak a little more quietly?" Fan Zhiyi almost went over to cover his mouth. Why was this young master always so jumpy?
He looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was indeed no one there. "Hurry up and go to the competition site to save people. Someone might want to kill Bing Nandong."
"What's the meaning?"
The only person Fan Zhiyi could trust to save Bing Nandong now was this unreliable young master, but Zhuang Yujing was better than him as a little loser, so he told him everything that had just happened.
Zhuang Yujing pondered seriously, then looked at Fan Zhiyi: "What do you mean?"
"...I don't know either. Anyway, let's go first."
The two of them jogged along, and by the time they arrived, the competition had already begun. Fan Zhiyi was exhausted and panting. The competition stage was at the front, and they stood at the back. Fortunately, everyone's focus was on the stage, so they didn't attract too much attention.
Many sects came, wearing various kinds of uniforms. Disciples from each sect lined up in rows, but generally speaking, the number of people from each sect was not that large.
Fan Zhiyi stood on tiptoe to look for Bing Nandong and saw him standing at the front of Tianyunmen, followed by some of Lu Changfu's disciples whom he could not recognize, and even Wu Bai!
Fan Zhiyi looked again, but did not see the girl he had seen in school that day.
So, what exactly are the qualifications for entering here? Everything seems to be not so simple.
Zhuang Yujing also stood on tiptoe: "Isn't Bing Nandong there? How should we tell him?"
Yes, how can I attract Bing Nandong’s attention instead of attracting other people’s attention?
Fan Zhiyi stared at the exciting fight on the stage and exclaimed, "Wow, that's cool! Everyone's spiritual power is actually a different color!" No, no, no, now is not the time to think about this. He needs to find a way to contact Bing Nandong.
Fan Zhiyi tried his best to get his brain working, then he looked at Zhuang Yujing: "What is your disciple uniform..."
"They are from the sect of a friend of my father, and they were also invited. Our two families have a good relationship, so there is nothing wrong with wearing this disciple uniform. This is not the point." Zhuang Yujing didn't take it to heart.
While listening, Fan Zhiyi went to look for a sect that wore the same disciple uniform as Zhuang Yujing. No, this sect was too far away from Tianyun Sect, and there was no chance of contacting Bing Nandong at all.
At this moment, Fan Zhiyi saw Bing Nandong's eyes sweeping across the several sects present, and finally his eyes met his.
Fan Zhiyi blinked, thinking he had seen it wrong, but he saw Bing Nandong tilt his head slightly and frowned in confusion.
Fan Zhiyi instantly knew that the opportunity had come. He quietly waved at Bing Nandong, motioning him to come over. Then the next second, Bing Nandong withdrew his gaze and stared at the stage.
Fan Zhiyi: "..." Doesn't this mean you don't understand what he means?
Suddenly, a heavy object flew down, and Fan Zhiyi was pulled by Zhuang Yujing to avoid being knocked down by the dodging crowd.
Immediately, other disciples of Tianyun Sect came to carry the person. The victor on the stage bowed and said, "Thank you."
"Fan Zhiyi, why are you here?" The disciple who was carrying the person recognized him.
"Senior Brother asked me to come." Fan Zhiyi lowered his voice and pretended to be cold.
After Bing Nandong was mentioned, the other party did not ask any more questions, and the next round began on the stage. Zhuang Yujing pulled Fan Zhiyi away and stared at the stage until a few more moves were exchanged.
Even though Fan Zhiyi didn't understand anything, just by watching, he knew that both sides of the competition must be very powerful. There was even a barrier set up on the competition stage to prevent the disciples below the stage from being affected by the spiritual power on the stage. Even the closest sect below the stage was nearly a hundred meters away.
The competition stage is very high, so everyone can see clearly what is happening on the stage.
"From the moment they entered the arena, I couldn't tell the cultivation levels of many of the people present. I can only tell that their cultivation levels are higher than mine. And in the world of immortal cultivation, I only know of a few whose cultivation levels are higher than mine. There's no way there are that many. I'm also exceptionally gifted, but these disciples are even more formidable. Why would the sect let them hide their abilities?" Zhuang Yujing muttered to himself. "Furthermore, the moves used by those fighting on stage are beyond the capabilities of disciples of their respective stages. What exactly is the point of this competition?"
Fan Zhiyi listened at the side and became more and more worried about Bing Nandong's safety. He stood on tiptoe and looked around again, but found that he could not find Bing Nandong.
In just such a short time, another round of performance ended on stage.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but sigh, "This is a bit too fast."
"Nonsense, these two are not even on the same level, but overall they are still more powerful than ordinary cultivators."
Fan Zhiyi sighed, and then he heard someone suddenly speak from behind: "Why are you here?"
Fan Zhiyi was startled by the sudden voice, and then he realized that the person next to him was Bing Nandong. He immediately grabbed him and said, "Bend over a little. I have something to tell you."
Bing Nandong leaned over, and Fan Zhiyi whispered in his ear, "Be careful during the competition, someone is trying to harm you."
His breath sprayed on the side of Bing Nandong's face, brushed past his earlobe, and fell into his neck, making Bing Nandong feel his breath tighten for no reason. He immediately straightened up as if nothing had happened and looked at Fan Zhiyi.
Seeing Bing Nandong looking at him, Fan Zhiyi thought of his original body's actions and thought that Bing Nandong was thinking that the person who was most disadvantageous to me was standing right in front of him. He immediately tried to distance himself from the situation: "It wasn't me, it was someone else. Specifically..."
Fan Zhiyi caught a glimpse of Murong Xiao who was arriving late from behind. The other party looked at him with extreme contempt, a sinister smile on his face, and then came to the front of the Tianyunmen camp.
Bing Nandong followed Fan Zhiyi's gaze and his voice suddenly turned cold: "Are you concerned about him?"
I have to say that Bing Nandong is unexpectedly sharp in some aspects.
However, Fan Zhiyi didn't notice Bing Nandong's change of mood. He was eager to tell Bing Nandong everything he knew, or else he would tell Bing Nandong not to participate in the competition at all: "Be sure to be careful of that so-called leader's son, hiss..."
Fan Zhiyi's beard was pulled off unexpectedly. He howled in pain, then subconsciously covered his mouth.
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