"Look at the grandmaster, he calls him Buhui."

The voice of Long Buhui fell, and a woman's voice came from behind, which was crisp and soft.

Long Buhui heard this and couldn't help but turn his head to look.

More than thirty feet away, a woman in white who was as bright as an insignificant thing was looking in his direction. In her eyes, waves were flowing, as if there were light rippling, bright and eye-catching.

The sunshine in the sky seemed to fall on the woman, as if it only fell on her, making her shine brightly and forget everyone else.

...

This dragon Buhui is known as a man of iron and stone in his place. At this moment, he felt like he was hit by something. His eyes shook slightly, and his mind trembled.

There are also some monks' expressions nearby, which are not much better than him.

Only some monks who had already completely let go of their affairs of men and women smiled and withdrew their gaze.

"Long Buhui, give me Xianyu, take your participation nameplate and you can leave. The competition time is still half a year later."

The deacon monk behind the desk shouted coldly when he saw him stunned.

Long Buhui came back to his senses, his expression quickly returned to normal, and he handed over the immortal jade silently, took his own sign, and walked towards the ancient man.

"Brother, where are you going now?"

The ancient man asked.

"Brother Dao, I want to find two people here. If you have your own plans, go first. If you are destined to do so, we will meet and have a few drinks."

Long Buhui said lightly, and inadvertently, he glanced at the direction of the woman in white again, and then he noticed that there was an old woman with a great breath standing beside the other party.

Gao Gu is a person who has experienced it. He captured his expression, smiled slightly, and said, "Since that's the case, I will go by myself. Take care of myself."

"Thank you, Brother Dao, for accompanying me all the way to the Central Holy Land."

Long Buhui bowed to Gaogu.

The ancient man no longer talks nonsense and floats away.

Long Buhui was alone, alone, and didn't know who he was looking for.

...

The team moves forward, sign up one by one.

After another cup of tea, it was the turn of the woman in white.

"My surname is Fang, and my name is Fang Buhui."

Sure enough, it's called "No Regret".

The deacon monk was a registered carving card, and he greeted the old woman respectfully without mentioning it.

After the woman in white reported that name, Long Buhui left silently. Was he deliberately waiting for this moment?

...

Soon, the old woman and the deacon monk finished greetings in a hurry and turned to look at Fang Buhui, but the woman looked at the direction where Long Buhui flew.

"So many men look at you, but you only look at him. Could it be that they fell in love with him?"

The old woman asked half-jokingly and half-jokingly.

When the woman in white heard this, her cheeks flushed and said, "My grandmaster was joking. I just paid extra attention because his name is the same as mine."

snort!

When the old woman heard this, she snorted coldly.

"This kid's parents are probably the same as your mother, and they are a seed of infatuation, so they gave you such a name!"

The old woman said disdainfully: "I don't understand anyway. In this world, it is difficult to find a toad with three legs. There are many men with two legs. Over the years, your mother has never been willing to add another baby to our sect."

"Master and grandma are careful of their words!"

Fang Buhui's expression became cold for the first time when he heard this, and he said unhappy: "Please don't say this again in the future, let alone mention it in front of his mother. She is also a miserable person."

At the end of the conversation, it is meaningful.

The old woman seemed to be ignorant of her words, her expression slightly darkened, and she did not scold her.

The two of them didn't stay much and flew in other directions.

...

Half a year passed quickly.

The crowds of monks gathered under the stars, and the number of monks on the mountains was beyond description. This competition, once every 80,000 years, was also the beginning of a good show!

Rules, rewards, and participating monks will no longer be described one by one.

...

There are big battles every day and hot discussions every day.

News about peerless geniuses and ancient monsters spread from time to time, causing a stir. Whether it is true or false, naturally everyone has their own judgments.

And those old guys who don’t want to be slutty and rely on their practice to compete for opportunities with their younger generations will naturally be ridiculed openly and secretly. If they face a genius, they will even attract the common verbal confrontation of the younger generations.

Zhuang Youde and Wei Xifeng are these two old guys!

...

On this day, the battle began again.

One of the battles was Wei Xifeng.

His opponent is a newly rising junior in the Northern Saint Alliance named Li Jiaoyang, who is a bit genius and is rumored to be a disciple of a very famous monk.

...

Bang bang bang bang bang-

In the martial arts tower, there were endless roars and two figures were quickly intertwined in the large light and shadow in the center!

The storm was full of energy, but the air waves that were emitted came a hundred feet from the front row to observe the monks, and were separated by thick light curtains.

There were loud shouts in all directions.

"Brother Jiaoyang, come on!"

"Fuck this old man who doesn't have any face!"

"I'm so old that I'm actually here to compete with us for opportunities!"

A sarcasm roared in.

The monks of the new era seemed to unite together, squirting at the Wei Xifeng on the stage, showing their vitality and their mean faces.

But is it wrong for an old guy to try his best for his future?

...

Among the audiences from all sides, of course, there are many old guys who have no desire to understand the Tao, or for various other reasons, who are stagnant, and all hear this and look bad.

Zhuang Youde's face is as deep as the water in a cold pond!

No matter who wins this battle, he will become his next opponent. The situation of this grouping is also full of darkness.

...

Wei Xifeng on the stage looked calm and had already forgotten what was outside his body. He only had the opponent Li Jiaoyang in his eyes.

A broad sword can fly up and show what you have learned in your life in this battle.

Golden marks flying all over the sky!

Wei Xifeng was walking on Fang Junmei's sword seal method, and he created his own sword seal. During the transformation of magical powers, he was full of atmosphere. Li Jiaoyang was not afraid to be careless when he killed him.

...

boom!

boom!

boom!

The fight continues, but the winner is finally decided.

Bang!

The last sound fell and did not sound again.

Wei Xifeng lay on his back in the void, with blood flowing from the corner of his mouth flowing, his body was almost burned to charcoal, and his meridians were burned by the other party's flame magical powers, and he was indescribable pain.

What is more heartbreaking than pain is the depressedness after another failure.

...

Lost! Lost again!

Lose to juniors who are young and unknown how many years younger than me.

Two lines of tiger tears slid from the corners of his eyes, and it was really time for him to leave.

...

Frankly speaking, Wei Xifeng's qualifications and talent in practicing Taoism may be a few worse than Zhuo Cangsheng of the Nancheng Immortal Kingdom, Hua Zhaoyue and the old man who came to the Knife, and who was able to reach this point and come to the Central Holy Land, it is already a bit of light from Fang Junmei and others.
Chapter completed!