As the lightning and flashing on the field shone together, the Kunlun Palace, who were already tired, seemed to have been ignited with a certain passion. They all stood up and looked at the two people on the field with all their strength.

The swords and swords were shining, and the flowers were gradually fading. Every movement of the two people in their eyes was like a textbook. At this time, there was no struggle, no winning or losing, no right or wrong on the field. Ning Xiu, who stood opposite Fu Chen, took off his awesome sword energy after finishing the last sword-falling posture, stood in the center of the arena, bowed down, and bowed: "I lost."

At that moment, the people around him didn't even react, and looked at Ning Xiu's voluntary surrender in surprise.

I saw Ning Yu Shangxian sighing and nodding to Mo Chuan Shen: "I did lose."

The noisy sounds gradually arose, and the god Mo Chuan raised his hand over his head and declared the sentence: "On the first day, Moon Sea Huanhua Pavilion will win."

The language was cold but powerful. His eyes fell on Fu Chen's body. The winged bird on the golden clothes flowed for a moment. Fu Chen raised his head slightly, and looked at Mo Chuan's deep eyes amid the loud shouts.

Just like the sea of ​​stars, it wraps up all the solemn and majestic things in the world.

He put his hands behind his back, lowered his head slightly, turned around and walked towards Zhaoyue.

Along the way, Mo Chuan's gaze did not move away from his deep mountains. After a distance of 100 meters, he carefully looked at the boy with a pair of white fox ears in front of him, pondering deeply about his eyes that were definitely inconsistent with age, seeing through life and death, and indifferent to fame and fortune.

Kunlun Palace has been in the past for many years and has not shown the scene as before. The inexplicable whole staff is focused on swordsmanship and techniques, and the grand occasion of leaving the concept of family background behind.

The ancestor Hongjun raised his head. The last time this scene was traced back to the prince of the Heavenly Clan Fuchen, who won the first place in the arena, and then made a wish to fight with his master Chunyuan Shangshen.

Unexpectedly, it was like crossing mountains and seas thousands of miles, like a thousand years of time, everything was like a grand blooming ephemeral meeting, just a moment of emergence.

In Fu Chen's eyes, there was no such thing they were looking at from beginning to end. In his eyes, there was only Zhao Yue, the only one who frowned and raised his hand to support his cheek. He looked resentful, and the ancient Yue Zun with white hair.

"You killed someone's mountain in this breath. How could I talk to the ancestor Hongjun?" Zhao Yue was a little helpless, raised her eyes, looked at the dark-faced immortal Ning Yu, and pursed her lips.

Fu Chen glanced at her slightly, unbuttoned the clothes on the neckline, and tilted his head left and right: "I don't know what to say, so don't say it."

With one sentence, Zhaoyue was speechless, so he could only hum and eat oranges on his own.

When I returned, I just left the arena, I saw a man standing there alone, wearing black clothes, with long hair and tall hairpins. Under the trees beside the road, I looked at the bustling people who were leaving. Under the noon skylight, it was like a silent and majestic painting.

Zhaoyue instinctively hesitated for a moment, bent down slightly, and asked in a low voice: "This Mo Chuankawa god looks very majestic, isn't it very strict?"

Fu Chen raised his eyes and looked in his direction. Before he could answer, he saw the cold-faced man approaching his gaze and walked straight over, stopped in front of Zhaoyue, and bowed.

The black hair behind him was like a waterfall, and the tail of the willow leaves raised slightly, and the dark eyebrows showed a solemn feeling that was integrated. The deep eyes glanced at Fu Chen and finally fell on Zhaoyue's face.

"Since ancient times, only strict teachers can produce high disciples. Mo Chuan is not talented. In comparison, he is much more harsh to the disciples under his seat." The voice was low and thick, extremely magnetic, and there was vicissitudes of charm.

Zhaoyue was a little embarrassed and laughed twice in a shrivel.

"The sword technique of the Moon Clan is indeed amazing. Today I see it, it's extraordinary." He turned his head and glanced at Fu Chen's eyes from top to bottom. "If the disciple of Yue Zun intended to slow down the speed of his sword skills, I'm afraid that this first-day ranking competition would end half an hour earlier today."

Fu Chen bowed and bowed respectfully: "The God of Heaven has been supported, but the slowdown is only because I am not strong enough and it is difficult to support me."

Mo Chuan said silently for a long time, "In three days, you will become a disciple of Wurifeng. I wonder if there is still a scene where you will win the entire sect within one day."

"Fu Chen should do his best. As for winning or losing, let's go with the flow." He looked up slightly and glanced at Mo Chuan.

He saw his top-down gaze smelling unsurprisingly about his words, and turned his head expressionlessly.

He raised his hand, took out two oranges from his black cuffs, and handed them in front of Zhaoyue: "Seeing that Yuezun likes to eat oranges so much, these two honey oranges will be given to Yuezun."

This was a wave of unexpected operations. Zhao Yue was confused for a long time, nodded blankly, took the orange with both hands, and asked with awkward frown: "This, can I even see the position of the god when I eat oranges?"

Mo Chuan nodded: "It's okay."

After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the Wuji Palace in the slightly bleak breeze, leaving behind Zhao Yue with a confused look on his face and Fu Chen with a little dark face.

What is a bad thing? Fu Chen originally thought he wanted to remind Zhaoyue that there is no food in the arena, but why did it end up being a bad thing?

The three thousand rules of Kunlun Palace, the gods on Mochuan are the examples. Why did you inexplicably set a precedent for this white-haired ancient moon master today?

His eyes fell on the two honey oranges in Zhaoyue's hand. Fu Chen was a little unhappy and grabbed both oranges in one hand.

"Hey!" Zhao Yue looked at him without peeling his skin, and broke it in half, stuffed his mouth with both mouths, swallowing it almost like swallowing it whole, and pursing his lips in shock.

When the words came to my mouth, I saw the second orange in my stomach, gently wiped my mouth, and held Zhao Yue with anger: "I didn't even drink saliva after I ate you two oranges?"

Zhao Yue was extremely shocked, and her mouth opened and closed several times, catching up with his steps forward, and asked mysteriously: "Did you eat all the orange seeds together?"

Fu Chen didn't say anything, his feet kept walking fast.

While chasing her, she started to talk in surprise: "I used to eat orange seeds together, because it was too troublesome to spit it out. Later, the Emperor told me that eating orange seeds into my stomach will cause orange trees to grow in my stomach in the spring next year, which will make my stomach burst!"

Fu Chen, who was walking in front, didn't know how to evaluate her words. He laughed dryly and said, "What you eat is orange essence."

"Ah?" Zhao Yue was stunned, hesitated for a while, and hurried over to catch up with Fu Chen: "Is this really possible?"

"Not only will I not break my belly, but I will also produce new oranges." Fu Chen giggled, covering his mouth and walking in front of her.
Chapter completed!