Chapter 133

The night passed quickly.

During the night, Zhao Sheng and Yunyi were in the same bed, hugging each other and sleeping. Of course, nothing really happened between them.

After getting up and putting on a patched robe, Zhao Sheng stroked Yunyi's sleeping hands.

Recalling that he saw Yunyi sewing this robe with his own eyes yesterday, and his hand was pierced two or three times by a sharp long needle, his heart was still full of emotion.

Yunyi is trying to change.

Sewing clothes seems like a piece of cake. But if this is put on the former savage elder martial sister, it is impossible at all.

"Elder martial sister, I'll wait for you no matter how long..." after that, Zhao Sheng went to Biwu hall with light steps.

However, Zhao Sheng, who left, did not see Yunyi who had been in a "deep sleep". At the moment of his words, tears came from the corners of his eyes.

With the strong resilience of the body refining friar, Zhao Sheng, who had been injured in many places, had recovered in only one night and could not even see the scars.

Standing at the gate of the serious martial arts competition hall, Zhao Sheng moved his limbs.

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

Disciple Dabi is still four days away. He can't break through his Qi cultivation when he enters the secret realm of the Western wheel. As for his body cultivation, it's too difficult to make a breakthrough in these four days.

Moreover, the external disciples in the holy land, together with the disciples in the tributaries, will be a huge number.

It will directly lead to the so-called know yourself and know the enemy, and all you can do is to know your friends as much as possible.

There are so many people in the martial arts contest hall that the challenge arena, which used to be half empty, is fully occupied today.

Disciple Dabi, it is really the biggest event of Daoqing sect, and there is no one.

"First find some people who have strong strength and can make me familiar with the operation of physical strength and aura. Wait until the day after tomorrow, I will select some people with innate cultivation, and then I will only use the strength and strength of the acquired cultivation to fight against them." murmured in a low voice, Zhao Sheng has made plans for the next four days.

Zhao Sheng, who came to Biwu hall this time, did not change his appearance. After all, winning or losing at this time does not hurt Daya, and he will never use treasures and skills such as Qinglong spear.

Soon, he took the long sword with the standard version of the green gate holy place in his hand, and Zhao Sheng stood on the arena of Bi Wu Tang.

"Please give me more advice." a polite man with a little defiance in his eyes arched a fist at Zhao Sheng, and then said with great respect.

Zhao Sheng picked up his eyebrows and went up with a sword.

"Ah ah!" the man roared with a strange voice and manipulated a strange object to attack Zhao Sheng.

It has to be said that although the range of disciples recruited by Daoqing gate is the whole boundless Dynasty, as mentioned above, many really powerful ones either died early or were recruited by the Dongling imperial dynasty.

But daoqingmen is daoqingmen after all, and there must still be geniuses.

For example, the one Zhao Sheng met at this time.

Although this man's cry was strange and even frightening, when he manipulated an ordinary weapon to attack Zhao Sheng with his innate cultivation, Zhao Sheng directly raised his extreme vigilance.

It is a natural Royal thing, and can be this relaxed appearance. Over time, this man will become a great weapon.

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

Zhao Sheng easily twisted his waist, dodged the weapons manipulated by the opposite side, then flashed and directly pointed his sword at the throat of the genius opposite.

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

"It's no shame to lose to me. You are already very strong. You just lost to the point that the combat power of the Qi training friar is not strong before the golden elixir. When your cultivation reaches the golden elixir, you and I don't know who will lose and who will win."

"Thank you, I know I didn't complain about losing, but I didn't expect that you would be a body refining monk. But in the future, I will be able to win you anyway!" genius soon cleared away the haze caused by his previous defeat and restored his pride on his face.

Smiling at the genius, Zhao Sheng didn't say anything more.

Genius has its own pride, which is understandable.

For such a person, Zhao Sheng only needs not to make enemies with him.

As for wanting to rely on a fight and a few words to get closer to and become friends with such a proud genius? Obviously impossible.

And on the blood moon mainland, there have been so many talents since ancient times. Do you want Zhao Sheng to make friends one by one?

What's more, how many geniuses can realize their full potential and talent in the end?

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

But just looking for it, Zhao Sheng suddenly found a person who felt very familiar but couldn't remember who he was in the corner of Biwu hall.

The man was very slim, with a mask that only showed his eyes, and was staring at Zhao Sheng.

"It's close to disciple Dabi. How come so many people wear masks..." Zhao Sheng said, deliberately turning his eyes elsewhere.

Just in his heart, he was still thinking about who this person would be: "it's not the masked man who attacked me yesterday... And this person has thin waist, small skeleton, and an indescribable part below the neck and above the stomach is slightly convex. Is she a girl... Is it Feng Shuchen... But she shouldn't be in the hall at this time."

Zhao Sheng, who couldn't think of the answer, stroked his hair, and then said with great narcissism: "Alas, it's a sin to be too good."

With that, Zhao Sheng walked towards a man who interested him very much.

But he would never have thought that the man standing in the corner staring at him was saying in a very hoarse and gloomy tone: "don't you just look down on the factotum... When I win the good position of the factotum ratio and get the number of external disciples, I don't think you will look down on me."

Yes, the man with a mask who has been staring at Zhao Sheng is Feng Shuchen who disappeared a month ago.

A month, just a month. Feng Shuchen's voice was hoarse, as if it were a ghost who had just returned from hell.

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

But also let Zhao Sheng absolutely unexpected is that her face covered by her mask has become like her voice, no one, no ghost!

"Wait, wait..." Feng Shuchen made a hoarse roar and looked at Zhao Sheng who gradually disappeared from her eyes.