Imperial Heavenly Demon Monarch

One night passed quickly.

During this night, Zhao Sheng and Yun Yi slept in the same bed, embracing each other. Of course, nothing really happened between the two.

After getting up and putting on a patchwork robe that is no longer beautiful, Zhao Sheng stroked Yun Yi's hands, who was still asleep.

Thinking back to seeing Yun Yi with his own eyes yesterday, stitching the robe stitch by stitch, his hands were pierced by sharp needles two or three times, his heart is still full of moving.

Yunyi is working hard to make changes.

Sewing clothes seems to be a trivial matter. But if it was placed on the previous barbaric Senior Sister, it would be impossible at all.

"Senior Sister, I will wait for you, no matter how long..." After finishing speaking, Zhao Sheng walked lightly to the Martial Hall.

However, Zhao Sheng, who was leaving, did not see Yun Yi, who had been "sleeping" all the time, tears shed from the corners of his eyes as soon as his words fell.

Under the strong resilience of the body cultivator, Zhao Sheng, who had been injured in many places before, had recovered completely in just one night, and even the scars could not be seen.

Standing at the entrance of Martial Hall, Zhao Sheng moved his limbs.

The purpose of his coming here is obvious, to be more familiar with his physical condition.

There are still four days to go before the dísciple grand competition. His Qi Cultivation Base will not be able to break through when he enters the Xilun Secret Realm. As for the Body Refining cultivation base, I want to rely on these four days. It is too difficult to have a breakthrough.

And the Outer Sect Disciple in Holy Land, plus the dísciple in the tributary, will be a huge number.

This directly leads to the so-called know yourself and know your enemy, and all you can do is to know yourself as much as possible.

There are more people than in Martial Hall. There are more than half of the ring that would have been empty. Today, it is all occupied.

The dísciple grand competition is really the biggest event of Cyan Sect, and there is no one.

"First find some strong people who can familiarize me with physical strength and the operation of Spiritual Qi. After Acquired, I will select some people who are Innate cultivation base, and then I only use Acquired cultivation base. With the power and strength of, Zhao Sheng has already made plans for the next four days in a low voice.

This time came to Zhao Sheng from Martial Hall, and did not dissolve. After all, winning or losing at this time does not hurt you, and he will never use Azure Dragon long spear and other treasures and cultivation techniques.

Soon, holding the standard version of the long sword in Cyan Sect Holy Land in his hand, Zhao Sheng stood on the ring of Martial Hall.

"Please give me more advice." A man who appeared to be polite, with a little shame in his eyes, punched Zhao Sheng, and then said very respectfully.

Zhao Sheng raised his eyebrows and moved his sword forward.

"Ahhh!" The man roared strangely, manipulating a strange object to attack Zhao Sheng.

I have to say that although the scope of Cyan Sect's recruitment of dísciple is the entire dynasty, but just like the aforementioned, many truly powerful ones either died early or were killed by Tanglin Recruited by the dynasty.

It can be said that Cyan Sect is Cyan Sect after all, and there must be geniuses.

Just like the one Zhao Sheng encountered at this time.

Although this man’s voice is a little weird, it can even be said to be scary, but when he used the Innate cultivation base to manipulate an ordinary weapon moved towards Zhao Sheng to attack, Zhao Sheng directly mentioned it. Of vigilance.

Innate Royal, and it can be such a relaxed appearance. In time, this person certainly becomes a capable person.

But the future is his. Now, naturally it can only be Zhao Sheng's.

I saw Zhao Sheng twist his waist very easily, dodge the weapon controlled by the opposite side, and then dodge, and directly aimed his sword at the throat of the opposite genius.

"I lost." The genius said lonely, and then silently took the manipulated treasure back into his hand.

"It’s not shameful to lose to me. You are already very strong. You just lose because of the qi cultivator. The battle strength is not strong before Golden Core. When your cultivation base reaches Golden Core, you I don’t know who will win and who will win."

"Thank you, I know I didn’t complain about losing, but I didn’t expect that you will be a body cultivator. However. In the future, I will definitely be able to beat you no matter what!" The genius quickly wiped out the haze caused by the previous defeat and restored the look of arrogance on his face before.

Looked towards Tiancai with a smile, Zhao Sheng said nothing.

Geniuses have their own arrogance, this is understandable.

For such a person, Zhao Sheng just needs not to have sex with him.

As for with a fight and a few words, you can get closer and become friends with the genius who puts arrogance on your face like this? Obviously impossible.

Moreover, on Bloodmoon Continent, with such talents from ancient times to the present, should Zhao Sheng one by one make friends?

even more how, that many geniuses, in the end, how many people can realize their full potential and innate talent?

shook the head, Zhao Sheng ignored this episode, which was not an episode, and continued to look for someone who could make him more proficient in his body.

It was just that, but Zhao Sheng suddenly found a person in the corner of Martial Hall who felt familiar, but couldn't remember who it was.

This person is very slim, wearing a mask that only exposes his eyes, and is staring at Zhao Sheng closely.

"The dísciple grand competition is approaching, why are so many people wearing masks..." Zhao Sheng muttered, deliberately turning his eyes elsewhere.

It’s just in his heart, but still thinking about who this person will be: "It’s not the masked man who attacked me yesterday... and this person has a slender waist, a small skeleton, and a small neck. An indescribable part of the belly below is still slightly convex. Is it a girl... Is it Feng Shuchen... But shouldn't she be in the hall at this time."

Thinking Zhao Sheng, who couldn't come up with an answer, stroked his hair, and said very narcissistically: "Ai, it's a sin to be too good."

After speaking, Zhao Sheng moved towards one that made him. The extremely interested person walked.

But he would never have thought that the person standing in the corner staring at him was actually saying in an extremely hoarse and grim tone: "Isn’t it just looking down on the handyman... Get a good ranking in the handyman grand competition, and after you get the Outer Sect Disciple place, I see if you will look down on me."

Yes, this person with a mask who has been staring at Zhao Sheng is right. It was Feng Shuchen whose sadness disappeared a month ago.

One month, just one month's time. Feng Shuchen's voice was actually hoarse as if it was a Nether Soul who had just returned from hell.

No one knows what she has experienced in this month that will make her original clear voice become this hoarse voice.

What also made Zhao Sheng absolutely unexpected is that the face covered by her face mask at this time has become like her voice, not human, ghost or ghost!

"Wait, wait..." Feng Shuchen let out a hoarse roar, looking at Zhao Sheng who gradually disappeared from her eyes.