If I am reborn without any memories, then my rebirth would be in vain!

Avoiding battle has always been the best solution in Jimo's mind, followed by sneak attacks.

Never engage in close combat if you can use ranged attacks, and never engage in head-on confrontation if you can use sneak attacks.

Ji Mo stood there and closed his eyes.

Carefully savoring every move that had happened before.

There was thunderous applause from the stage.

That was a compliment to the end of the season and an appreciation for this wonderful fight.

At the end of the season, he made a move that exceeded everyone's expectations.

Such praise also attracted the attention of the crowd watching other fights.

After a moment, Ji Mo came to his senses and took back the [Three Melons and Two Dates].

Get out of here.

Fang Xiang, who was in the distance, had just stepped down from the ring when he knew about the victory at the end of the season.

Looking at Ji Mo's departing back, he said "tsk" with disgust on his face.

Not long after, the last fight ended.

The battle between Ji Wuming and Ji Wuya was extremely exciting, and the result was also very tragic.

In the end, Ji Wuya missed the mark by a single move and was defeated with regret.

The final list is finalized.

Lin Kong, Ji Wuming, Fang Xiang, Ji Mo.

Among the four, only Ji Mo is still at the first level.

This result exceeded everyone's expectations.

However, judging by the current trend, it seems that they still have the strength to fight at the end of the season.

After all, he still has a secret method in his hand to forcibly improve his realm.

Among the four, Fang Xiang had the best draw at the end of the season, followed by Lin Kong, and Ji Wuming had the worst.

In the battle with Ji Wuya, Ji Wuming showed his strength that was almost at the middle stage of the second level.

If Ji Wuya's methods were not insidious and he did not have a suitable third-level magic weapon, he would have been eliminated by Ji Wuming long ago.

After returning, Ji Mo sat by the Spirit Pond, his mind still immersed in the previous battle.

Qing Yuan emerged from the world, and the light condensed, outlining Qing Yuan's figure.

This time, Qing Yuan was wearing a green dress and a cartoon hairpin on her head.

Her long black hair falls to her waist.

She sat down next to Ji Mo, her legs submerged in the spiritual pool.

Creating waves of ripples.

Her legs, as white as jade, swung gently.

Big eyes look towards the end of the season.

"What are you thinking about, young man?"

Ji Mo didn't open his eyes, and his emotions gradually calmed down.

"Why did you come out?"

Qing Yuan put her fair fingers to her lips and said thoughtfully:

"I sensed your mood swings, so I came out to take a look."

"call"

Ji Mo exhaled a breath, his tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and his gaze turned to Qing Yuan in front of him.

There was a smile on her face, a sweet smile that was irresistible.

"Qing Yuan, why am I like this?"

Ji Mo looked at his palm, as if the blood-stained sword was still in his hand.

"Why are you so excited?"

“That feeling is so intoxicating.”

“It’s like being reborn. Everything in the world is gathered in my hands.”

“It’s like I can control everything.”

Qing Yuan smiled without saying anything and listened silently to Ji Mo's questions.

After a long time, Ji Mo raised his eyes and looked at Qing Yuan who was smiling at him.

Feeling that the time was right, Qing Yuan cleared his throat.

She raised her legs up and faced the end of the season.

Hold your calves with both hands.

"Perhaps, this is your talent."

"I don't know either, young man."

"When faced with battle, you are not timid, and even dare to take the initiative to attack, constantly challenging your limits."

"My mind and body are in the best condition."

"Perhaps this is your talent, you were born for this."

“Just like some people are good at painting, and some are good at writing poetry.”

"And your talent happens to be fighting."

"In our country, a man once led 30,000 men and defeated 600,000 men."

“And that’s his gift.”

Ji Mo understood the example Qing Yuan gave.

But he had more doubts in his mind.

Thirty thousand monks versus six hundred thousand?

"Unlikely."

Or is it the legendary duel between ordinary people?

Ji Mo had seen it in a book recording ancient monuments.

In the distant past, before monks fully appeared, people seemed to be at war with each other.

Ji Mo silently remembered Qing Yuan's words.

With these correspondences, Qingyuan, as an artifact spirit, seems to have existed for a very long time.

Ji Mo nodded and looked upwards.

But I didn’t see the sky I was used to.

"Perhaps, that's the case."

Qing Yuan didn't say anything, but just looked at Ji Mo silently.

And so, the two of them were in a stalemate.

At the end of the season, he lowered his head, seemingly not knowing what he was thinking.

When he raised his head again, Qing Yuan had already disappeared, replaced by Lin Miaomiao.

She stood in front of Ji Mo, shaking her hands, and looked at him with confusion.

Looking at Lin Miaomiao who suddenly appeared and her confusing behavior.

Ji Mo asked, "Miao Miao, what's wrong?"

Looking at Ji Mo's response, Lin Miaomiao stood up straight.

He frowned slightly, "Master, you've been acting so strange lately."

"I called you just now and you didn't respond."

"I thought you were practicing, but there wasn't even a trace of spiritual energy around you."

"What's wrong with you? Are you too exhausted from preparing for the competition?"

Ji Mo shook his head. Although he didn't know what had happened, he thought he was probably distracted.

Ji Mo stood up and smiled slightly: "It's okay."

"Just noticed something strange and thought for a moment."

Lin Miaomiao nodded in confusion.

"Ok."

Then she smiled again, walked playfully to Ji Mo, and looked up at him.

"Then Master, can I ask you what you are thinking about?"

Ji Mo nodded: "Of course."

"yeah."

Lin Miaomiao made a happy sound.

Ji Mo turned his head to look at her, "But I'm hungry now, let's go eat! I'll tell you while we eat."

"good!"

The day falls, the night fills the sky, the moon secretly flies into the sky from the east, and the stars hiding in the darkness blink their eyes and emit faint light.

The lights in the bamboo building went out.

The old day ends and a new day is about to begin.

……

"At the end of the season, don't touch this thing. You can't just throw it around."

"If it's broken, it's gone."

"This was passed down to me by your grandmother, and will be passed down to your daughter-in-law in the future."

In a trance, Ji Mo seemed to have returned to a long time ago, where he was sitting next to a gentle woman.

Looking at the necklace around her neck.

At the bottom of the necklace, there is a little white fox hanging.

The carving is lifelike, with nine little tails fluttering in the wind behind it.

The woman gently stroked Ji Mo's head.

……

"Master, Master!"

"Something bad happened!"

Lin Miaomiao's anxious voice woke Ji Mo up.

In the dream, Ji Mo tried hard to raise his head, but he couldn't see the woman clearly.

The figure he missed so much but would never see again.

I woke up at the end of the season, and tears started flowing from the corners of my eyes.

Ji Mo looked at the anxious Lin Miaomiao at the door, raised his hand, wiped away his tears and smiled.

"What's wrong? Why are you so impatient?"