Although the attacks issued by Shui Qilin disappeared like this, Daoxuan Zhenren did not relax at all.

Because as the head of Qingyun Sect, he knew very well that this Qingyun Sect mountain guard beast had lived for thousands of years, so he continued to float in the air and prepare to deal with various situations.

It was also at this moment that light flew around, and dozens of figures suddenly appeared, standing behind the people of Daoxuan. It turned out that they were the heads of the other six veins headed by the people of Cangsong and the elders of each vein. Obviously, the huge attack that appeared in Qingyun Mountain just now did not hide from their eyes.

A group of elders of the master appeared in front of him and others. The terrified disciples finally felt relieved as if they had found their backbone. And it was then that they realized that their backs had been wet with cold sweat and their hands and feet were already cold!

On the other side, under the eyes of many heads and elders, a trace of doubt flashed through the eyes of the originally angry eyes. It ignored the heads and elders of the Qingyun Sect who were looking at it with great force, but instead swept the disciples on the rainbow bridge.

Ordinary people may be confused about this sharp contrast, even the head Daoxuan, who was with him day and night, was in confusion. But Xie Feihong knew that the reason why the Shui Qilin was rioted just now was because Zhang Xiaofan's heart had violent fluctuations, which caused the breath of the fire stick in his hand to leak out.

Now this breath is weak and completely overflows. If you don’t feel the Qilin, you will naturally be confused.

The beasts have this advantage. There will be no such complicated mentality as people, and they will not be too entangled in certain things. Seeing that they have no reason for finding a reason, they simply give up and ignore others. They fall to the ground and fall asleep directly, which makes the Qingyun Sect look at each other and laugh and cry.

With this unexpected little episode, the disciples of Qingyun Sect naturally had no intention of enjoying the scenery, even if the scenery was beautiful. Soon all the Qingyun Sect disciples who participated in the competition rushed to the Yuqing Hall on Tongtian Peak, waiting for the arrival of the elders of the master sect.

Daoxuan Zhenren did not let Xie Feihong and the others wait for a long time, and soon appeared on the main hall of the Yuqing Hall with the heads of other peaks. Then after the disciples greeted him, Zhenren Cangsong came forward to announce the rules of the Qingyun Sect's seven-line martial arts competition, and at the same time, the official draw of lottery and opponents began.

The rules of the game are very simple. Like the ordinary knockout round, there is no resurrection match or loser group. 64 to 32, 32 to 16, and so on, and finally the top champion will be decided!

As for the lottery draw, all the disciples of Dazhu Peak have only 8 people in total, so one person will naturally be in the first round of bye.

However, what Xie Feihong did not expect was that because of this variable in his draw, he was the one who was bye, not Zhang Xiaofan, who was so lucky that he wanted to hit someone crazy.

But to be honest, this signature is simply insignificant to Xie Feihong. After all, all the disciples who participated in the Seven-Meridian Martial Arts this time were just a matter of one sword for Xie Feihong.

Xie Feihong took an indifferent attitude, but others didn't think so. Many people were crazy about envying and jealousy and hating, and thought to themselves why it was not them who got the sign-up, so that they could fight less.

After the signing group is completed, it is time for Daoxuan Zhenren to speak. It is similar to what others say on this occasion. It is nothing more than reviewing history, encouraging the present, and looking forward to the future. Of course, the most important thing is that Daoxuan Zhenren added codes to the champion of this competition, that is, the winner can get the magic weapon passed down by Wu Fangzi, the tenth-generation ancestor of Qingyun Sect, the Liuhe Realm!

When I heard the content of the prize this time, I might not be able to feel anything. But those who have heard of the name of Liuhejing couldn't help but feel excitement and yearning on their faces.

However, all this has nothing to do with Xie Feihong. What he is worried about now is that he seems to be targeted by someone. The man seemed to set off at Hongqiao. Now his eyes have never deviated from Xie Feihong, making Xie Feihong like a thorn in his back.

And this person is Lu Xueqi.

"Senior sister, is there anything wrong?"

There is no way. If Lu Xueqi only watched it alone, Xie Feihong could hold on. However, since Lu Xueqi himself admired him a lot, it was the focus of everyone. Therefore, when he found that Lu Xueqi had been paying attention to someone and was still emitting a fever in his eyes, his admirers couldn't help but turn their eyes to Xie Feihong.

However, compared to Lu Xueqi, their eyes were like a curse! The strong resentment even though Xie Feihong's physique felt a hint of chill, let alone the people around Xie Feihong, very straightforward and unfaithful distance from Xie Feihong, directly turning around Xie Feihong into a very eye-catching vacuum area.

So many disciples focused their attention on Xie Feihong, and it was naturally impossible for them to ignore the heads of various veins and the head of Ren Daoxuan who were sitting high above.

Especially Daoxuan, after all, he was talking on the top, and the disciples below did not look at him, but instead focused their attention on other places. In other words, he was well-educated, and if someone had changed, he would have been frost on his face long ago.

He really couldn't bear these gazes. In addition, the first seat of Longshou Peak, which was sitting high above, was the cheap master of Xie Feihong's current world, and his eyes became more and more unpleasant. Xie Feihong could only cough dryly and said to Lu Xueqi: "Senior sister, is there anything wrong?"

"I will win this time!" Lu Xueqi said seriously.

"Maybe," Xie Feihong shrugged indifferently, and this perfunctory attitude and tone also made Lu Xueqi's face suddenly turn cold. Under the chain reaction, those admirers of Lu Xueqi who were already dissatisfied with Xie Feihong actually seemed to be about to become substantial!

So much so that Xie Feihong seemed to hear the roar in their hearts, and he dared to disrespect our goddess! You don’t want to live anymore!

Seeing that the disciple below seemed to be out of shape, Daoxuan Zhenren was naturally a little unstoppable, and waved his hand to signal Xie Feihong and other players to rest, and wait until the seven-mechanism martial arts will begin tomorrow.

Hearing that he could finally leave here, Xie Feihong could finally breathe a sigh of relief, so he didn't wait for Qi Hao, the leader of Longshou Peak, to say something, and he was the first to sue him. As for what the residence arranged by Chang'anmen, I'll ask someone to ask first.
Chapter completed!