Wei Tao said, "The energy and blood are slightly fluctuating, but it's not harmful and is not a problem."

"That's good."

She nodded slightly, "If there are people who really don't have eyes today and insist on interfering with our blessed land in Qizhou, I will take action to send them away. You can just sit here and have a good rest."

"Probably not."

Wei Tao raised his head and looked at the other sect towers, "Whoever wants to do this is not giving me face. Aren't you afraid that I will slap them to death?"

With the arrival of the elders of each sect and the visiting priest Yu Changshi, the sect competition officially began on the second day.

Sure enough, as Ni Hao said, compared with other sects, Yuan Yiyi seems to be very quiet, with no one disturbing it at all.

Wei Tao also enjoyed his leisure time. While slowly enjoying the tea, he read the Gui Yuan Gong over and over again countless times.

From time to time, I also communicated with Ni Xun and asked her about some key points of practice.

Completely ignoring the fact that the fight below was in full swing and there were constant explosions.

As I kept thinking and deducing, time passed quickly.

Soon it was lunch time.

Two disciples of the Taixuan Sect carried food boxes and walked quietly to the pavilion. They arranged various dishes and filled the entire table.

Wei Tao sat down at the table and took a casual look, his eyes moving slightly.

They were a man and a woman, and they looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old. However, they did not have the shyness of the waiters in front of them. Their movements were quite natural, and they even had a faint air of grace.

What's more important is that there is a strange rhythm between the two people's movements, which feels completely different from the Taixuan Sect's techniques.

Ni Hao also cast his gaze on the two of them and raised his eyebrows in the same subtle way.

"How long have you two been in Taixuan Mountain?"

Wei Tao showed a gentle smile and asked casually as if he had no intention of doing so.

The male disciple did not speak, but the female disciple with a bright smile answered, "In response to Wei Daozi, we have been worshiping Taixuan for some time, otherwise we would not have entered Taixuan Peak from the outer courtyard."

"You two are able to enter the Taixuan Inner Courtyard at such an age. Your talents and qualifications are absolutely extraordinary. As long as you are willing to work hard and practice hard, your future achievements will surely shock the world."

Wei Tao nodded, picked up the tea cup and took a sip, but he accidentally touched the bamboo chopsticks at hand and fell to the ground with a soft sound.

"Daozi really praises us too much. In terms of talent and qualifications, even if the two of us put together, we can't compare to Wei Daozi, who is number one among the seven sects."

"My talents and qualifications are actually average, and I cannot deserve such praise from you two."

He suddenly pointed to the stairs not far away, "If the senior waiting around the corner hears it, it will make me even more embarrassed and I won't even be able to eat."

The female disciple's expression changed and she blurted out, "Wei Daozi actually knows that there is someone there?"

"I said it was a guess, do you believe it?"

Wei Tao smiled again, "Would you two sit down and have something to eat together?"

"No, we've already eaten."

The female disciple smiled slightly and said, "Two Taoists, please use it with caution. I look forward to meeting you next time."

Watching the two people go downstairs and leave, Ni Xun sighed leisurely, "I have been wondering where the disciples of the Wu family would be, but I didn't know until today that they have been pretending to be Taixuan disciples and wandering around the towers of various sects.

between.

There is also the old man standing quietly at the corner of the stone staircase. He really has condensed his aura like a stubborn stone, and his whole person seems to be integrated with this tower. This state of a master who is transformed into a heavenly being is indeed something people yearn for."

Wei Tao closed his eyes and carefully recalled what he had just perceived, "This is the master who suppressed the scene in this competition. At first, I was just a little confused, so I dropped my chopsticks to test, so that I could confirm that there was indeed someone around the corner."

The meals prepared by Taixuan Sect are quite good.

Not only is it rich in nutrition, but it also tastes very good, allowing the two of them to enjoy it.

Half an hour later, the competition started again.

For some unknown reason, all the Taoists participating in the duel suddenly became angry.

Compared to when we arrived at 0:00 in the morning, although no one was killed, there was blood everywhere and many people were injured.

Ni Xun looked at the battle that had just ended, "It seems that although the qualification selection for Taixuan Abyss has not been announced, there has been an undercurrent among the Taoist disciples of various sects, and the competition has begun."

Wei Tao raised his head and looked down, "Are they doing this for the upcoming Xuan Yuan qualification selection to exclude the weaker Daozi first?"

"That's probably what it means."

She nodded slightly, "According to the current progress of the competition, we will soon enter the selection stage for Xuanyuan qualifications.

So before that, for the top-ranked Daozi, it is necessary to clear the obstacles in advance to avoid a situation where masters compete with each other and both sides suffer, but in the end others take advantage."

Wei Tao listened silently, but suddenly his eyes moved and he saw Pang Que of Xuanwu Dao appearing in the martial arts field.

The person fighting against him was Luo Pingsheng, the chief Taoist disciple of the Zixiao Sect.

Wei Tao left his seat at this moment and came to the edge of the balcony.

Prepare to watch the confrontation between Pang Que and Luo Pingsheng.

"This is a battle between Xuanwu Dao and Zixiao Sect. If you fall at this level, I can't help you."

Wei Tao picked up the tea cup and drank it slowly, his mind calm and peaceful, without any disturbance.

In the martial arts arena.

Pang Que stood with his hands behind his back, without any expression on his face.

Suddenly, a gust of breeze blew by, fluttering his clothes, giving him an inexplicable sense of deep and profound demeanor.

After a moment of silence, Pang Que sighed quietly, "Senior Brother Luo, although that blessed land is far away from our Xuanwu Dao, it is not actually close to your Zixiao Sect. If we really want to fight for it, it's hard to say which one has the greater advantage.

"

After a pause, he continued, "What's more, the secret method practiced by your sect is of little use even if you take that blessed land into your hands.

Based on this analysis, if Senior Brother Luo still wants to compete with me, then I will have no choice but to accompany him and lead Senior Brother Zixiao Sect's clever tricks."

Luo Pingsheng frowned and lowered his eyes.

His complexion changed continuously.

When I thought about Pang Que's victory over Yuan Yiwei Tao in the Taixuan Villa, I suddenly became more entangled in my heart.

Although in his opinion, the battle between the two might not be that simple, but since even Wei Tao admitted it personally, it at least represented some affirmation of Pang Que's strength level.

More importantly, the competition for qualifications in Taixuan Abyss is about to begin, and even minor injuries will be greatly affected, let alone other more serious situations.

However, as the chief Taoist disciple of Zixiao Sect, if he directly admits defeat in the battle related to the blessed land, how will he gain a foothold in the sect after returning?

I don’t know how many thoughts came to me at once.

Luo Pingsheng took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to calm his already chaotic mind.

Pang Que, on the other hand, remained calm and stood still. He did not even open his posture and display the starting position of the Xuanwu Dao technique.

Comparing the two situations, Luo Pingsheng became increasingly anxious, hesitant and hesitant.

"It seems that Senior Brother Luo has decided to compete with Junior Brother."

Pang Que sighed again, his voice calm and indifferent, without any fluctuations.

He slowly closed his eyes, just enough to block the flash of sadness and anxiety in his eyes.

Suddenly, a slightly older female voice sounded from the main building and slowly spread throughout the martial arts arena.

"In this battle with the blessed land of Xuanwu Dao, our Zixiao Sect withdraws."

Pang Que opened his eyes at this moment and showed a regretful smile, "It seems that Senior Brother Luo and I are not destined to be together. I feel a little regretful that I was not able to let Senior Brother give me some guidance on how to practice."

Luo Pingsheng secretly exhaled a breath, "Junior Brother Pang, there is no need to feel sorry. We will still have opportunities to sit together and communicate in the future."

Pang Que nodded, slowly turned around and left, "I will prepare some fine wine then, and I will sit down and talk with Senior Brother Luo until I get drunk."

Wow!

On the pavilion, Wei Tao's hands suddenly shook and he spilled a little tea.

"The Zixiao Sect just quit?"

He had a strange expression and whispered to himself, "It seems that Pang Daozi's luck is not very good."

Ni Hao pursed his lips and smiled and said, "I think it's not that he is lucky, but that the leader of the Zixiao Sect is afraid. After all, he is a master who can defeat you.

If anything happens to Luo Pingsheng, it will be a more serious loss than losing that blessed land."

Speaking of this, she turned around and her smile became a little weird, "Junior Brother Wei, when you fought Pang Que that day, did he really beat you?"

Wei Tao did not answer the question directly, but sighed softly, "Senior Brother Pang is a nice person. His face should be given when it is due."

Pang Que returned to the attic of Xuanwu Road and sat down in the corner.

Looking at the weak looks of other disciples recovering from rest after fighting with each other, he slowly closed his eyes and said nothing from the beginning to the end.

It's just that my back is still a little sweaty, and it feels slightly cold when the wind blows, making me feel a little uncomfortable.

However, compared to the weakness of his fellow disciples, Pang Que suddenly felt better and had to hold back to keep from smiling.

The little coolness on the back is nothing at all, it is even refreshing and refreshing.
To be continued...