Master Li Faka

Thinking of this, Li Yitong put this thought aside for the time being, and prepared to find a place to live.

Although the Wanxiu Conference has not officially started yet, the battles in the big and small arenas in the city are already in full swing. Li Yitong has to avoid people or things thrown down from time to time along the way.

When we arrived at the entrance of the inn, there was actually a ring there, and only those who survived the designated round victoriously could stay.

For Li Yitong, it was easy.

Although she didn't want to use the Wuxin Sword since she recalled some of her memories, so she controlled her breath at the level of a Silver Star Warrior and entered the ring empty-handed.

After winning ten rounds indiscriminately, Li Yitong lost to a water-type spirit controller lightly and skillfully.

The spirit controller defeated Li Yitong, unexpectedly he didn't stand up again, he got off the ring and walked towards Li Yitong.

In all fairness, that man was handsome, and coupled with the unique temperament bonus of a spirit controller, it was impossible to hate him.

Li Yitong stood still and waited for him to come over with great interest to see what he had to say.

Seeing Li Yitong stop, the man walked over a few steps, smiled, and introduced himself: "My name is Zeng Feng, I must have heard of it before. I just saw that Xiongtai is so handsome, so I couldn't bear it, so I went to try my skills , but it turned out to be only a narrow victory. In this way, I want to get to know Xiongtai more. I wonder if Xiongtai would like to have a drink at the Zeng's Restaurant in front of him?"

Li Yitong's favorability has completely disappeared under this person's ostentatious tone, and he just replied lightly: "Oh. I'm not interested." He didn't even introduce his name—it's really inconvenient to introduce.

"This..." Zeng Feng also saw Li Yitong's repulsion, smiled awkwardly, tried to keep his face normal, but said simply, "If that's the case, let's say goodbye." Then he turned around After a change of shape, he probably went to search other arenas to search for talents.

Li Yitong watched him leave, suddenly he didn't have much interest in shopping, so he simply went back to the inn, lying on the bed, just to catch up on the sleep he had in the past few days.

After receiving the signboard of the Tianzihao room, Li Yitong went in to inspect it, and was quite satisfied.

Lying on the bed, but can't sleep.

Li Yitong turned over and raised his eyes, just in time to see the calendar hanging on the wall.

August 420, 8 calendar year.

Well, the days go by quickly, it's already this time.

It's autumn.right.

Uh-huh?

Li Yitong suddenly straightened up like a carp and turned over.

Today, today is August 8st.

After those seven days, the day after the end of the Wanxiu Conference, is September 9th? ? ?

Tingtingsang's birthday! ! !

Li Yitong sat up and rummaged through his storage rings. Except for a Linghuo Qilian, the others were all broken and broken.

But the sixth sense reminded myself that Linghuo Qilian would definitely not be given away.

So......

Li Yitong tidied up the silver and copper crystals in his hands, ready to go out to try his luck.

After leaving the inn, Li Yitong was finally relieved after wandering around like a headless chicken.

There is no other reason, there are many prizes in the arena that are valuable items, as long as you still stand on the ring at the end of the Wanxiu Conference, you can get that prize.

Excited Li Yitong chose all night, and indeed met a lot, but she was picky and picky, walking around from the periphery to the center, and finally found a favorite arena.

The head of the arena is a pair of strange stones.

One of the pair of stones is pure white and the other is pure black, naturally forming the shape of a butterfly, with every detail clearly visible, as if it will come to life in the next second.

In fact, after the initiator of the ring injected spiritual power, the two butterflies really seemed to come to life, flying around each other alternately.

The man was still eloquently introducing: "After the blood of the two is dripped on this pair of jade stones, they can sense each other. At critical moments, they can also resist an attack from the most powerful spirit practitioner. It is a rare defense. …”

Li Yitong stood still, listening to the man's introduction, but turned his head to look at the seventh arena that was blocked by the sea of ​​people in the distance.

Then his eyes slid over one by one until the first arena.

The Wanxiu Conference has not yet started, but the city has already blossomed at various points, and the voices are full of people.

Only the first arena in the center, although it is the only focus, has only one figure standing silently on the high arena.

That person's figure was as tall and straight as a bamboo, without moving her body, as if even if the sky fell, she could still hold it up firmly.

Li Yitong couldn't help stretching out his hand, but after stretching out, he suddenly realized that his behavior was a little ridiculous.

She looked at the sea of ​​people beside her, and at the emptiness over Huang Tingting's side, she retracted her hand without a trace, and gave a wry smile silently.

Far away, Tingtingsang couldn't see me.

Not anytime soon, though.

The midnight bell rang as promised.

After a uniform silence, the human voice began to boil violently.

Wanxiu Conference, start!

Li Yitong was the first to stand on the ring.

The rule of the arena is that the last person standing on top of the ring wins the lottery. If the end bell rings and there is more than one person standing on the ring, then the person who stands on the ring for the most time wins.

When Li Yitong was dealing with the first challenger, he still had time to look over to Huang Tingting.

But she was a little disappointed, because Huang Tingting was looking far away with her back turned, motionless, she couldn't see the situation here.

While fighting, Li Yitong was thinking half-heartedly, winning was considered easy and freehand.

Time passed quietly in the seemingly endless fighting, and it was the fourth day.

Within four days, there are very few people who can fight Li Yitong evenly, but the main reason is that Li Yitong deliberately suppressed the realm and didn't use the Wuxin sword.

Li Yitong's miraculous skill of peeking while beating has already been accomplished. At this moment, Li Yitong was beating while beating, and suddenly saw Huang Tingting move a little over there, and then stared steadily at a certain direction, standing upright.

Huang Tingting's action caused Li Yitong's mind to also move, and then she thought of the blessing in her heart——

The direction Huang Tingting looked at happened to be the direction she came from!

That is to say!

Tingtingsang is waiting for herself!

Although after he calmed down, his imagining was probably living in a dream, but when Li Yitong had this thought flashed in his mind at first, he really believed it. In the end, he made a wrong move and was almost hit by someone on his right shoulder. superior.

Fortunately, she had profound energy, and her technique of exercise was exquisite, and after concentrating, she was able to turn the tide and win another game.

However, there is no need to stand here stupidly anymore.

The meeting time has passed halfway, no matter how others catch up, she is already the person who has stood on this ring for the longest time, as long as she comes back at the last moment, she can win.

Li Yitong repeated his old tricks, lost indiscriminately, and after receiving a sign as proof, he wandered to the edge of the seven-piece arena in the center of the city.

The seventh to fifth arenas were very lively, and the people standing on the arena were constantly changing, while the first to fourth arenas seemed very lonely.

Only after walking in did I realize that there was no other reason, it was the people in the fourth ring who played with dual-element spiritual skills so well that they turned away all the challengers.

Li Yitong narrowed his eyes and stared at the person on the fourth ring.

It's Zeng...what's the matter?

That's right, that person is the Water Spirit Controlling Master that Li Yitong saw at the entrance of the inn.However, it was obvious that he didn't try his best at the time, because now he was holding the water in one hand and holding the fire in the other. Coupled with the elegant green clothes, the person in the middle seemed to be even more romantic.

At least Li Yitong heard someone whispering under the ring: "You said, the son of the Zeng family won the position of the third deputy leader at a young age, and he is also a master of ice and fire. He really has a bright future!"

Another person echoed: "Exactly. In my opinion, there are very few women who can be worthy of Mr. Zeng because of their cultivation level."

"That's right! That's why people in the cultivation world think that President Huang and Mr. Zeng are a match made in heaven. Both of them are rare dual-line spiritual masters, and..."

Li Yitong didn't hear the rest, because she suddenly felt that Zeng Feng's face looked so flat, and she was really afraid that if she looked at it for a long time, she might not be able to resist going up to snatch his deputy leader, so she simply walked away.

The only way to go to the first arena is on the second arena, so Li Yitong couldn't get there, so he went back to the inn and continued to sleep with his head covered.

He was so tired these days that he slept for nearly three days before the biological clock in his body was able to wake Li Yitong up.

At this time, there is still less than an hour before the end of the Wanxiu Conference.

Li Yitong hurriedly adjusted her clothes and walked towards the ring.

After leaving the inn, I felt that the atmosphere was inexplicably chilling.

Is it because of the last day?

Li Yitong couldn't be sure, but he secretly stepped up his guard.

Walking to the side of the Shuangbutterfly arena, there was silence on it, only a man in Tsing Yi stood on it, and no one challenged it.

But this man was too familiar.

Li Yitong asked the people next to him in a low voice: "Isn't that Zeng Feng the third deputy leader? Why did he come to challenge the ring?"

The others smiled and explained: "You are new here, you don't even know about this! Master Zeng is the deputy leader, and everyone in the cultivation world knows that it is for Leader Huang. No, he has inquired about Leader Huang for the past few days. Shi Die on the arena was very interested, so he abandoned the deputy leader's ring and came to pick it up in person. Master Zeng has come in person, who would dare to snatch it? Moreover, I heard that Master Zeng will give it to the leader on the leader's birthday! Oh, what a couple of gods and immortals!"

Seeing that the man wanted to express his emotions again, Li Yitong thanked him softly, cut off his words, gritted his teeth, and flew onto the ring.

When Zeng Feng saw Li Yitong, he was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't make any moves, he just smiled with a good temper and said, "Brother, we meet again."

Li Yitong glanced at Zeng Feng, put on a good posture, "Will you fight?"

Zeng Feng shook his head, wanted to say something, but finally smiled and said, "Please."

Li Yitong didn't continue to be polite with him, and rushed forward with a stride, the two of them fought into a ball.

Originally, she wanted to beat Zeng Feng violently, but after the initial fever passed, Li Yitong had to admit that it was impossible for her to beat Zeng Feng violently under the condition of suppressing her realm, and being beaten violently by the opponent was almost the same.

However, the other party also took the face of the deputy leader, with a smile on his face that was flattering no matter how you looked at it, and he didn't make any moves.

Even so, the balance of victory and defeat is still slowly tilting towards Zeng Feng.

After fighting for an unknown amount of time, Li Yitong felt that Zeng Feng's offensive had suddenly changed, becoming extremely fierce, Zhao Zhao wanted to knock her down under the ring.

She listened carefully to the whispers of the crowd, only to realize that it was getting late and the meeting was about to end.

Li Yitong snorted, jumped out of the station circle, and looked at Zeng Feng from afar.

After fighting for so long, Zeng Feng also felt a little unsteady. Facing Li Yitong who looked at her coldly, he still showed a decent smile, and said: "The next move is the last one, Zunxiu, please get ready."

Li Yitong didn't answer, but felt that Zeng Feng's spiritual power surged more and more violently amidst the exclamation of the crowd, and it must be some kind of trick to suppress the bottom of the box.

She took a deep breath, stared at Zeng Feng, and finally put her hand on the Wuxin sword slowly.

In the next second, the Wuxin sword came out of its sheath, and the sword flashed brightly, reflecting the cold light of the spirit lamp, and pierced out with overwhelming force.

In the next second, the Wuxin sword returned to its sheath.

Zeng Feng was knocked off the ring with a sword, and the spiritual technique he had prepared was interrupted. His face turned blue and pale, but finally he couldn't hold it back and vomited blood.

Before he could adjust his breath, the bell of midnight had already struck.

Standing on the ring, Li Yitong was automatically judged as the winner by the spiritual power array arranged above, and two stone butterflies flew into her hand, and she flipped them into the storage spirit ring.

Zeng Feng finally caught his breath, but his face was full of surprise, he stared at Li Yitong and said: "You can suppress me like this, you, what are you..."

"It's on fire! It's on fire! The leader's mansion is on fire!"

Everyone was taken aback, and looked towards the lord's mansion, only to see that the flames were raging and black smoke was billowing in the sky.

In the midst of the inextinguishable fire, a spiritual banner with blood characters on a black background was flying proudly. It was simple, with only three large characters on it.

Countless people have shouted out in horror, and the different voices finally merged into a torrent of three words.

"No heart to teach!"