Moreover, Ji Mofan felt that what he did was also a way of saving Shen Yun.
After all, if Qi Fengyu really figured out something and caused an accident to happen to Ji Mofan, then the inner demons in Shen Yun's body would definitely become restless.
Even if Shen Yun doesn't care about the conflict between Ji Mo Fan and Qi Feng Yu, he will definitely care about his own safety.
He was so kind.
Looking at Ji Mofan, who was sitting quietly there, not saying a word but whose whole being exuded the words "scheming and intrigue," Xiao Wangyan felt an indescribable chill.
No, it doesn't seem like a conspiracy; he's practically laid bare his thoughts.
It's a completely open conspiracy.
Tsk, I really don't want to admit that I gave birth to this little thing.
...No, he wasn't the one who gave birth to them in the first place.
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Ji Mo Fan used a teleportation talisman when he went there, but on the way back, he rode a flying magic device and swayed slowly.
He didn't stand on ceremony at all and directly ordered the Demon Lord to take the helm for him.
Xiao Wangyan seemed to have lost all his strength and means because of Ji Mofan's repeated calls of "father," making him particularly easy to use.
The magical artifact flew with exceptional stability, and just as Ji Mofan returned to the arena of the Dao Asking Tournament, the first rays of dawn appeared on the horizon.
After putting the person down, Xiao Wangyan ran to the players' bench and found a good spot to watch Ji Mofan's match today.
The righteous cultivators' fights are flashy and entertaining, much more so than the dark, chaotic battles of the demonic cultivators.
Ji Mofan had rested well, but when he stepped onto the arena, he finally learned from the referee his ranking in yesterday's hundred-person melee.
Fourteen people were eliminated in total, and he ranked fourth among the eight who advanced.
Leading them were Fang Xian from Changfeng Valley, Nan Xun, a rogue cultivator who used a pill cauldron as a weapon, and another cultivator from Lingfeng Music Bureau.
Two members of the Xiaoling Sect also advanced, but they ranked seventh and eighth. Their performance in yesterday's competition was not particularly outstanding, and it is unclear whether they were hiding their true strength.
The fifth place is Ji Mo Fan's fellow disciple from Chaoming Palace, and the sixth place is the new Holy Maiden of Jiangxue Palace.
The saintess seemed to have some grudge against that music master, and had been glaring at him ever since she stepped onto the arena.
Ji Mo Fan vaguely remembered hearing from Jiang Shiyun and Zheng Xianchan a few days ago about the romantic affair between the Holy Maiden of Jiangxue Palace and the Musician of Lingfeng Music Bureau.
If he remembered correctly, when he dealt with Jiangxue Palace more than half a year ago, the Holy Maiden did not seem to be this one.
Unlike sects like Wushang Temple, Jiangxue Palace does not restrict all its disciples to stay away from worldly affairs, but in order to become a saintess, one must abide by this rule.
With the Dao Asking Conference about to be held, Jiangxue Palace would not change its general at the last minute unless something truly irreparable had happened.
However, the reasons behind this can only be guessed by people. Neither Jiangxue Palace nor Lingfeng Music Bureau would take the initiative to bring this matter up as a topic of conversation.
Ji Mofan could only guess that the feud between the two sects might have been caused by the former Holy Maiden.
Before they could even figure out their gossip, the referee called a few people forward to draw lots.
The eight who advanced first drew lots for the first round, and the four winners after the first round of competition were qualified to compete for a place on the Heavenly Ranking.
The four will then engage in two-on-two battles, leaving three of them behind, while the fourth-place finisher will be relegated to the bottom tier.
Reaching into the divination tube, Ji Mo Fan retrieved a divination slip depicting a Vermilion Bird.
His gaze unconsciously drifted to the side, and after spotting a bright red color just like the one in his hand, Ji Mofan realized that his opponent, who had drawn the same round as him, was one of the students from Xiaoling Sect who had advanced this time.
The disciple was dressed in all black, and the style of his clothes was almost unchanged; they were still the style of the disciples' robes from the Xiaoling Sect.
It has to be said that their original design was really ugly, no wonder everyone went to great lengths to change the style of their disciple robes after receiving them.
The person in front of me is already quite good-looking, but he still can't pull off ugly clothes.
Standing on the Vermilion Bird Arena to the south, Ji Mo Fan bowed to him as usual, saying, "Chao Ming Palace, Ji Mo Fan, please give me your guidance."
"Xiaoling Sect, Xia Langye, please give me your guidance." The disciple of Xiaoling Sect returned the greeting.
His voice and appearance are entirely worthy of his name, as gentle as a breeze and a bright moon, making people feel very comfortable.
But Ji Mofan vaguely felt that something was not quite right.
Xia Langye gave him a similar feeling to Li Jinchu; both of them appeared gentle and approachable on the surface, but in reality, they harbored countless wicked intentions.
He didn't know how to read faces, but he sensed it from the blue sword at the waist.
Although it looks like it belongs to the water element, upon actual sensing, you will find that the blue color is not the blue of water elemental power, but the blue color of flames that have not been fully burned.
He is like a blue flame, seemingly harmless, but in reality, he is just not fully burning.
"Why are you looking at me like that, Senior Brother Xiao Fan?"
Xia Langye suddenly uttered this sentence.
Ji Mofan got goosebumps instantly, and he felt his lips twitch violently twice.
No one has ever called him by such a strange name before. Usually, his surname is used as a prefix, and putting his given name here just sounds out of place.
"Does Senior Brother Xiao Fan not like me calling you that?" Xia Langye called him again immediately. "It was my rudeness, but personally, I prefer the character Fan to the surname Ji Mo."
Ji Mofan raised his hand and pressed down on the corner of his mouth, which was almost turning into a spring.
Who asked you if you liked it or not? Just say who asked you.
"...Call me whatever you like, as long as I know you're calling me." He didn't want to continue the topic and just wanted to end the conversation as soon as possible.
"I'm glad you don't mind, Senior Brother Xiao Fan." Xia Langye smiled at him, his squinting eyes making him look just like a fox spirit. "Senior Brother Xiao Fan is a little younger than me, so calling him by his surname feels too stiff."
There's no need to mention that title in every sentence.
Ji Mofan took a deep breath. "I don't care what you call it."
He's already known as Xiao Lan at Xihe's place, so it doesn't really matter if he has another senior brother, Xiao Fan, here.
The problem is that Sharon Night's moaning is a bit too cloying, which is really unpleasant to listen to.
They didn't know each other at all before, and only exchanged names and crossed paths for the first time on the field today. However, Xia Langye's attitude was as if he were very intimate with him, which made Ji Mofan quite uncomfortable.
"Didn't you know what I was thinking before, Senior Brother Xiao Fan?" Xia Langye seemed completely oblivious to his displeasure and continued speaking with a smile.
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