Chapter 714 Melee
The night breeze is slightly cool, and the remaining warmth in the room gradually dissipates.
Yun Qingqing had fallen into a deep sleep, completely unaware that she had fallen on top of Xiao Changheng in her dream, sleeping soundly on his chest.
Xiao Changheng slowly propped himself up and leaned against the head of the bed, carefully adjusting his posture.
Yun Qingqing hugged him comfortably in her sleep, raised the corners of her lips unconsciously, and buried her face in his arms.
Xiao Changheng chuckled, ran his slender fingers through her hair, and lowered his head to gently kiss the top of her head.
The man's deep black pupils reflected a faint light, and his gaze seemed to contain tens of millions of years of tenderness, falling on the woman's delicate face.
After a long time, a low sigh was heard in the night.
…
The dawn time.
Yun Qingqing felt like she had a very long dream.
She couldn't remember the content of the dream, but the feeling of comfort and joy always lingered in her heart.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly and she slowly opened her eyes.
“……!”
When Yun Qingqing woke up, she found that she had somehow mistaken someone for a mattress again. Her face turned red and she quickly tried to get up.
But Xiao Changheng hugged her back into his arms, and the man's magnetic whisper rang in her ears:
"It's still early, why rush?"
The warm breath made her ears go soft, and she couldn't help shrinking her neck and coughing lightly:
"No... How can you sleep with me pressing on you like this..."
She could never understand why she always slept like this after being with this man, as she always had a good sleeping posture before?
The man chuckled, and adjusted her position to a more comfortable position, rubbing her temples:
"Isn't Qingqing's favorite like this?"
"..." Yun Qingqing's breathing stagnated and her face turned even redder, "I..."
“I like it the most, too.”
Yun Qingqing was slightly stunned and looked up at him.
In the dim light of dawn, the man's handsome face was particularly gentle, and the inextricable affection in his dark pupils almost drowned her.
Her heart seemed to be filled with something, and she vaguely realized that every time she slept on him like this, the feeling of comfort and joy... seemed exactly the same as in her dream.
“…”
Yun Qingqing stared at him blankly and murmured:
"I... must have dreamed about you, but I can't remember the content of the dream..."
She didn't know how to say it, she always felt that it should not just be a dream.
But memory.
Yun Qingqing's eyes dimmed slightly. If everything was really as she guessed, this unclear dream and memory meant...
"It's just a dream, just forget it." Xiao Changheng gently kissed her forehead, interrupting her thoughts.
The warm lips slowly moved down, lightly touching her eyebrows, nose tip, and cheeks, making her heart palpitate and leaving her no time to think about anything else.
"No matter how beautiful the dream is, it is nothing but an illusion. Why not..." The man chuckled, turned over and gently placed her on the soft pillow, "Let's do something real."
"Hey wait..." Yun Qingqing whispered, her breathing almost stagnant, "It's already dawn... time..."
An hour later, the second day of the Xuanmen Conference began. With this man's physical strength, this little time is not enough for him to exert himself!
But someone was unmoved and gently bit her earlobe.
"It's enough to make Madam happy."
“……!”
…
After one stick of incense.
Yun Qingqing came back to her senses, grabbed the quilt, turned her back to him, covered her head, and wrapped her entire body, which had turned light pink, tightly.
This guy is simply... where did he learn this from!
Her physique simply couldn't be fatigued by something like this, but...
My legs are really weak.
Xiao Changheng smiled softly, lifted the quilt, and reached out to embrace her:
"It seems that Madam is tired, so I will carry you to take a bath."
Yun Qingqing stood up and pushed him aside:
"I can do it myself!"
Xiao Changheng watched her rush into the bathroom without looking back. The smile on his face slowly faded. He stood up, put on his robe, walked to the window, looked at the clear sky, and his eyes gradually became solemn.
She should have noticed the unusual movements in Tianyu Mountain a long time ago.
Today is the day.
…
…
As the sun rises, its golden rays of light shine on the jade-paved venue.
The main peak of Tianyu Mountain.
Yun Qingqing sat in the main seat of Tianyi Sect, withdrew his gaze from the direction of Shuihua Sect, gathered his mind, and focused on dealing with today's conference.
The monks from various factions at the venue were either solemn or eager to try, waiting for the elder in charge to announce the rules of the day's competition.
The elder in charge stood on the central platform, holding a gilded scroll, and announced in a loud voice:
"Today's first match is the Elite Contest - each faction selects one disciple to enter the arena. There is no time limit for the competition, but there is a ranking order for elimination. The last person standing wins!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was in an uproar.
"Melee? What kind of rules are these?"
"Didn't we draw lots to compete in previous years?"
"What is the Zhengyang Sect trying to do..."
Discussions arose, but soon died down under the stern rebuke of the elder in charge.
Among the five major sects, only Sect Master Yu of Qianyuan Mountain looked dissatisfied and seemed to want to speak.
But seeing that the Seven Stars Palace and the Tianxuan Sect were both calm and at ease, and that the Tiangang Sect had always been on good terms with the Zhengyang Sect, Sect Master Yu simply frowned and did not raise any objections.
Even these sects didn't say anything, and no one dared to openly question the organizer's decision. The elders of each faction could only whisper to their disciples to be careful.
Under this rule, it is equivalent to a competition among elite disciples to determine the winner and ranking, and each sect will naturally send its strongest disciples to fight.
Each sect can send up to two disciples, and with the three hundred sects combined, there are a total of six hundred people fighting in this battle.
The disciples of Tianyi Sect have neglected their cultivation for a long time. Fortunately, Feng Yin took various scrolls and secret books from Yun Qingqing during this period, and did not forget to help guide these disciples. Lin Xiuzhu has made a lot of progress recently, so he was sent to represent Tianyi Sect in the battle.
The other person, Yun Qingqing sent Chu Jingyan.
Although he was not officially sent into the Tianyi Sect, no one knew about it anyway, and Yun Qingqing didn't do it to win.
After arranging the personnel for the battle, Yun Qingqing looked in the direction of Shuihua Sect. She saw Xiao Changheng entering from afar, and her fingertips curled up subconsciously.
A clear light flashed in her eyes, and she was relieved after confirming that there was nothing unusual about Xiao Changheng's luck.
She quickly glanced at the situation of each faction, and it was no surprise that Feng Yin represented Changliu Mountain, while the Seven Stars Palace sent Yuan Si.
Nearly six hundred young monks stood in groups of two on the scene, wary of each other.
"start!"
Following the elder's command, aura suddenly appeared in the field, and many cultivators chose to strike first and attack nearby competitors.
For a moment, the spiritual light of talismans and magic tools intertwined into a web, and the roaring sound was endless.
Sudden--
boom!
There was a deafening bang, and an extremely cold aura suddenly erupted from one point, the ground cracked, and black fog surged.
All the monks present shuddered, and those with weaker cultivation turned pale and staggered back.
“This, this is…”
"What the hell!"
"Such a heavy yin energy..."
Many people screamed.
Feng Yin was not too close to the outbreak point, and when he turned around, his scalp almost exploded:
"What the hell! How could someone use the Yin Dharma?!"
The disciples of various factions on the field were in chaos, and their voices were full of disbelief.
"What? Yin Dharma Image? No way!"
"Isn't that the Netherworld Sect's unique martial art?"
"But isn't it difficult to cultivate the Yin Dharma Phase even for the elders?"
"This is an elite competition! All the participants are disciples, how could there be a Yin Dharma image appearing?"
There was an uproar in the field, and the elders of various factions changed their expressions.
In the center of the field, a Dharma image that was over ten feet tall and had an eerie aura rose from the ground!
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