Morning Star

As expected, there are crazy fans in every world. And they are all the same when they are crazy fans.

Some men felt jealous after seeing it, but a few men actually became infatuated with her.

They didn't speak loudly, but not quietly either, so Mo Xinglan on the field could naturally hear them.

Although he felt annoyed, he remained calm on the surface. He dodged a blade formed by Li Ji's spiritual energy by leaning sideways.

He stood firm, but did not attack.

Seeing Mo Xinglan dodge, Li Ji continued to condense his spiritual energy.

He could tell at a glance that Mo Xinglan was not feeling well, but he did not let his guard down or let down his guard. Instead, he took this rare competition very seriously.

After the previous few attacks, Mo Xinglan dodged them easily. He knew that he was definitely no match for Mo Xinglan, even in Mo Xinglan's current condition.

Li Ji raised his hand and condensed his own spiritual energy in his palm. After combining it with the spiritual energy in the air, he flipped his hand and slapped the ground, splitting the ground into several pieces.

A powerful force was created that expanded outward with him as the center.

Mo Xinglan dodged it with a leap.

Li Ji activated the spiritual energy in his body, causing the broken stones to float up and push outwards, and the stones flew towards Mo Xinglan at a high speed.

Mo Xinglan dodged and smashed the stones.

While dodging, he gathered spiritual energy into his feet and kicked several rocks away, hitting Li Ji directly.

Li Ji didn't expect Mo Xinglan to be able to hit the stone back, so he dodged in a hurry.

Mo Xinglan felt dizzy as soon as he landed. He staggered for a while and barely stood firm.

After losing too much blood, one cannot exercise, let alone fly up and down like him, and kick several large rocks away with one foot. And this time he lost a lot more blood than before, so it was normal to feel dizzy.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed across his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a barely perceptible spiritual power in the air that did not belong to Li Ji attacked Mo Xinglan directly. The power was fierce and tricky.

Mo Xinglan turned around quickly and dodged cleverly as if he didn't notice it. He came to Li Ji who had just stood firm, raised his foot and kicked Li Ji in the abdomen, knocking Li Ji to the ground.

Then he glanced at the empty seat on his left.

No, there wasn't an empty seat originally.

Ran.

He ran pretty fast, but did you think that after he ran away he wouldn't know who he was?

Li Ji got up and continued to fight with Mo Xinglan, but unfortunately he was never defeated by Mo Xinglan. In the end, he was beaten so badly by Mo Xinglan that he couldn't get up.

Mo Xinglan stood there with a pale face, and glanced at Li Ji who was lying on the ground with his eyes closed.

He deserves it. If he had just laid on the ground instead of getting up earlier, he wouldn't have been beaten like this.

"In the first round, competition arena No. 10, Mo Xinglan and Li Ji, Mo Xinglan wins." The referee shouted loudly.

"Wow!!! It turns out that the Third Young Master won!"

"The Third Young Master is so awesome!"

"Wow, Third Young Master..."

A group of women's voices were heard, mixed with a few men's voices.

Mo Xinglan frowned secretly, feeling it was very noisy and wanted to leave this place quickly.

Mo Hengsong, who was standing on the high platform watching Mo Xinglan's departing figure, had a darkened look in his eyes filled with coldness.

A moment later, at the gate of the side courtyard, Mo Xinglan held his forehead with one hand and the door frame with the other.

He rested against the door for a while and then continued walking towards the room.

He pushed the door open and walked into the room, then quickly closed the door behind him.

He frowned and clenched his hands tightly to stay awake.

Unfortunately, he was already dizzy, and the intense exercise made it worse. After walking such a long distance, his body couldn't hold on. He slid down against the door weakly, fell to the cold ground and lost consciousness.

……

On the second day of the competition, Chujiu still got up early to exercise.

I was very lucky yesterday. I met Gao Qin, who was in the late human spiritual realm. I don’t know how my luck will be today.

According to what my brother said, the strongest among the younger generation of the Chu family is the grandson of the great elder, Gao Yashan, who seems to be almost at the late stage of the Earth Spirit Realm. The second strongest is Chu Furong, who is in the middle stage of the Earth Spirit Realm, and has been for some time, and seems to be almost at the late stage of the Earth Spirit Realm.

She also has a cousin named Chu Xia, who is in the middle stage of the Earth Spirit Realm. She seems to have just reached the middle stage like her.

Although she is also in the middle stage of the Earth Spirit Realm, she is a novice in all aspects.

Don't let her meet them!

After breakfast and getting ready, I set off for the family trial field.

Although the competition doesn't start for about two hours, it certainly won't hurt to go early.

……

Mo Xinglan slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was not the cold floor before he fell into a coma, but the white top of the bed curtain.

How did he end up in bed? Who put him there?

I propped myself up on the bed and sat up, and found that my clothes had been changed.

He wanted to know who it was.

"Hey, why are you sitting up? Lie down and sleep for a while." A handsome young man in white clothes, white hair and a handsome face walked in with a bowl of soup.

Mo Xinglan looked at the newcomer: "Why are you here?"

The man handed the bowl of soup to him, scooped a spoonful of soup and put it to his lips: "Master, this is because yesterday was the first time for your good disciple to participate in the family trial, and it was the same day as the blood collection. I was afraid that something might happen to you, so I came here."

Mo Xinglan frowned, closed his lips and turned his face away.

"You have to drink it, this soup is good for your blood." The man moved the spoon to his lips.

Mo Xinglan dodged again and said impatiently: "Put it on the table, I will drink it myself later."

The man had no choice but to give up, put the bowl on the table, and sat on the only stool in the room.

Mo Xinglan looked out the window, wanting to see what time it was, but found that his window was gone.

"?!"

Where is his window? How come there is only a frame left?

She turned around and glared at the man resentfully.

This is his master, he became his disciple when he was twelve years old. He often wanders around, and you may not see him once a year. He is the most respected person in the entire Hualing Continent, the Venerable Qu Ling. He always dresses in white from head to toe, causing others to think he is an old man. He is indeed an old monster of unknown age, but he looks young.

Every time he came to visit him, he would break his windows. For some reason, he didn't seem to like going through the front door.

Venerable Qu Ling glanced at Mo Xinglan with an evasive look, then looked at the window he had broken, coughed lightly, and said confidently: "When I came here, I pushed the door of your room but it didn't open, so I had to come in through the window."

"...After entering the room and searching around, I finally found you at the door. You were lying on the ground unconscious... Ahem... You couldn't have fallen anywhere else, but at the door. This way, even if I wanted to come in through the door, I couldn't, right?"

"..."

Mo Xinglan ignored him, got up from the bed, put on his shoes, and walked towards the table.

Venerable Qu Ling stood up and offered his seat, smiling guiltily: "My dear disciple, you have to understand your master."

Mo Xinglan sat on the stool and took the bowl of soup from the table: "Master, please fix the window. I will understand you naturally."

After saying that, he picked up the spoon and drank the soup.