Everyone's expression was identically indifferent. They were like a group of cold puppets, just staring blankly upwards, including Lu Changfu and Wu Bai, who was usually called "Big Brother". Everyone was staring at the stage without any personal feelings.
They are just irrelevant spectators.
Fan Zhiyi looked at Zhuang Yujing, but saw that Zhuang Yujing no longer showed any emotion at all when he saw this scene, and his brows were getting deeper and deeper.
He couldn't do anything. Fan Zhiyi felt extremely helpless at this moment. He could only watch from below, unable to react.
The moment Bing Nandong was pierced, Fan Zhiyi felt fear again, the fear of death, the thing that had been silently stimulating his nerves in this world.
Bing Nandong will die, he will really die.
Fan Zhiyi's nerves suddenly collapsed. He ignored everything else and ran forward, following the figure on the stage. This time, it was Zhuang Yujing who quickly grabbed him and lowered his voice, "What are you doing? Bing Nandong is fine. He didn't use his full strength just now. He was trying to persuade Qin Qianchi, so he didn't kill him."
Zhuang Yujing never thought that Fan Zhiyi looked weak, but he actually had such explosive power one day. He was ready to use magic to control people directly, but the spiritual power on the stage surged.
The ice-blue spiritual light froze the ground, and then thousands of golden sword shadows shot out at the same time, piercing through the spikes and also piercing Qin Qianchi.
Qin Qianchi stood in the barrier, but it didn't last more than a few minutes. The barrier shattered, and he was pierced by countless sword shadows. Bing Nandong fell from a great height. He coughed a few times, then propped himself up and wiped the blood from his face. He looked straight at Qin Qianchi, who was curled up on the ground in pain. "It's not that there is no core of the formation, but the core is you. I have abolished your skills. I hope you will take care of yourself in the future."
"Bingnandong, go to hell, go to hell!" Qin Qianchi's teeth were gnashing, his eyes were bloodshot, and he struggled a few times, but couldn't get up at all.
"Bingnan Dong wins." It was still that dry and emotionless voice, until this second, when the crowd in the audience seemed to come back to life, and there was a warm applause from the audience, which made Fan Zhiyi's eardrums hurt. He looked at this group of people and began to cheer for Bingnan Dong's victory, while the faces of the disciples of Wanren Hall were as black as the bottom of a pot.
Fan Zhiyi stopped and stared at the stage in a daze. He saw that Bing Nandong had some messy hair mixed with blood stuck to his face. His eyes finally fell on him, and then he smiled at him for no reason, revealing a fang.
Bing Nandong had never lost his composure like this before, and had never smiled so happily at him before.
After Bing Nandong left the competition, he disappeared. Fan Zhiyi and Zhuang Yujing stayed until the end of the competition but did not show up again. The guards at the entrance of the competition venue let them go, and then the two of them retreated with the main force and returned to the courtyard to wait for their chance.
On the way, Zhuang Yujing originally wanted to leave Tianyunmen to meet up with He An at the foot of the mountain, but when he thought about his current identity which made it inconvenient for him to leave, he temporarily gave up the idea and followed Fan Zhiyi obediently.
When asked about the reason for leaving, Zhuang Yujing said that even if he stayed here, he would not be able to find any clues, and Bing Nandong would not tell him any news. In this case, instead of staying here, it would be better to leave temporarily to collect more information.
But the problem was, there was a competition tomorrow, what if something unexpected happened? So, Fan Zhiyi came into play. Zhuang Yujing wanted Fan Zhiyi to be his insider, to work with him inside and outside, and Tianyunmen would be handed over to Fan Zhiyi.
In response to this, Fan Zhiyi sighed silently.
What happened next was that they waited in the courtyard until dark, but Bing Nandong still hadn't returned. Fan Zhiyi was a little hungry, so he cooked a bowl of noodles for himself and the eldest young master, and also got some food for Xiao Hei.
Facing the bowl of noodles, the young master initially expressed great disdain, but seeing how relishing Fan Zhiyi's meal was, and since he hadn't eaten all day, he couldn't resist picking up his chopsticks. While eating, he said, "What are you cooking? I'll treat you to dinner at the best restaurant in Jiuwanli some other day. Order as much as you want."
"Oh." Fan Zhiyi took a sip of the hot noodle soup and felt like he was alive again.
I am so tired today. Compared with the physical fatigue in the past, I am more mentally exhausted today.
At this moment, the sound of a door opening was heard outside. Xiao Hei, who was still busy eating, moved his ears, then actually threw down the food, and rushed out across the darkness with his agile figure. When Fan Zhiyi saw this, he knew that Bing Nandong had returned, so he put down the bowl, took two steps without noticing, and ran out in one step.
Bing Nandong's hair was neatly tied up again, with a few strands of hair falling loose. Under the dim light, he could see a few fresh scars on his face, while the rest of his injuries were hidden by his new disciple's uniform.
Xiao Hei rubbed against his feet, its tail hooked around Bing Nandong's calf. Seeing this, Bing Nandong squatted down and rubbed its head. Xiao Hei also obediently let him touch it, completely different from the usual state when Fan Zhiyi wanted to touch it and wanted to kill it.
Fan Zhiyi ran directly to Bing Nandong and asked, "How is your injury?"
Bing Nandong stood up and looked at him: "I'm fine, where's Zhuang Yujing?"
"We're eating inside. Have you eaten? Are you hungry?" Even though Fan Zhiyi had many questions, just like what Zhuang Yujing said, if Bing Nandong didn't want to say it, he would not force him to say anything no matter what.
Thousands of words finally come down to this sentence.
Bing Nandong looked at him for a long time. Fan Zhiyi blinked, wondering if this guy had damaged his brain during the fight today, so he stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes.
Bing Nandong slapped his hand away: "I'm hungry, but I'll send Zhuang Yujing away first."
After saying that, he passed Fan Zhiyi and went to the kitchen.
Fan Zhiyi was stunned. He had expected Bing Nandong to refuse. Besides, how could he still be hungry at this late hour? Logically, since he had won the competition, shouldn't Lu Changfu and Wu Bai invite him to celebrate briefly?
Did you not eat enough for dinner?
Fan Zhiyi shrugged and decided not to think about it. Since they were hungry, they could eat noodles together. Fortunately, he left some in the pot. Even if Bing Nandong didn't eat it, given the temperature at night in this season, he could save it for tomorrow morning. However, it would be a little hoarse.
In the end, Zhuang Yujing was sent down the mountain by Bing Nandong without any resistance. His only complaint was that Bing Nandong was in a hurry to drive him away without even letting him finish his noodles.
Before leaving, Zhuang Yujing reminded Fan Zhiyi that if he had any news, he must tell him. Fan Zhiyi agreed repeatedly, and only then did he leave with peace of mind.
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