It turned out that that guy was a follower of Shan Yuquan's clone.

When he participated in the martial arts competition, he originally wanted to enter the treasure house at the end to select some treasures to present to Shan Yuquan himself. Unexpectedly, by coincidence, he met Luo Ge, a member of the Tongtian Sect.

So he became murderous and wanted to kill Luo Ge in order to claim credit.

Hence the scene that happened this morning.

"Let's have a good time practicing. The fifth round of competition is not as easy as before." After dinner, Luo Ge put down his bowl and chopsticks and smiled.

"Okay." Everyone smiled and nodded in agreement.

Luo Ge didn't say much and went for a walk in the courtyard in front of the court to eat, but he met the housekeeper who came over in a hurry.

"What's going on in such a hurry?" Seeing him running in a hurry, Luo Ge couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked.

"Sir, the Young Crown Prince is here. He has been waiting in the meeting hall for a short while." The steward bowed his head.

Xuanyuan Yunan, what is he doing?

Luo Ge pondered and slowly walked towards the meeting hall.

From a distance, I saw a noble son wearing a luxurious brocade robe and a black cloak sitting casually. The usual dandy was missing from his brows, and there was a vague look of anxiety and worry in his eyes.

"How can the prince be born empty-handed and living in a humble abode?" Luo Ge walked over and bowed slightly to Xuanyuan Yun'an.

Xuanyuan Yun'an stood up, bowed in return, hesitated for a moment, and then said straight to the point: "Miss Luo, can you deduce where the little cat went?"

When he left the house to attend the conference today, the kitten was still in the house, but when he came back, not even a trace of breath was missing.

Xuanyuan Yun'an was anxious and remembered Luo Ge's Bagua deduction skills, so he came to find him.

"This wind comes and goes at will, let alone a cat with a free heart. She has her own way to go. If Your Highness wants to keep it, you can't keep it." Luo Ge raised his hand to twist a wisp of breeze.

, smiled slightly.

Xuanyuan Yun'an was stunned.

"So, what Miss Luo means is that she followed her master?" Xuanyuan Yun'an vaguely guessed something, and a look of disappointment suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"That's what His Highness is thinking in his heart." Just as the butler brought tea, Luo Ge took a sip from a cup of tea and then glanced at the former.

Yao'an's life was saved by Qiang Di, and he also gave him his name.

Therefore, the moment Yao An was rescued, she had a destined bond with Qiang Di. Therefore, Xuanyuan Yunan was not only late, but also lost to Qiang Di from the beginning.

It’s just Qiang Di...

Another flow of water and falling flowers.

Luo Ge sighed softly in his heart.

"I understand. I'm bothering Taifu Yaxiu today. I'll come back another day to apologize and say goodbye." Xuanyuan Yun'an pursed his lips, suddenly laughed, stood up, clasped his fists and bowed, and then returned to Prince An's Mansion with his shadow guard.

The shadow guards looked at the back of the noble young master in front of them and sighed with emotion.

When the little kitten demon was with his master, the master had completely suppressed his playboyish appearance. If the little kitten demon was with his master, the master might not be like that anymore.

It's just fate.

The shadow guards also sighed softly in their hearts and silently left with Xuanyuan Yun'an.

On early February 6th, after all the disciples had done some repairs, the fifth round of the competition officially began.

This round was still the same as the fourth round, using a points system. This time, according to the wishes of Emperor Tianshu, Xue Lao divided the 2,500 people who won the fourth round into one hundred groups, with the number of people in each group

For twenty there are five.

Since one hundred thousand disciples participated in the martial arts tournament, only 2,500 were left in the fifth round. Most of the remaining disciples were elite disciples of the sect family.

No, in this round, Luo Ge and his group met many acquaintances.

In the fifth round of the competition, Mr. Xue only opened twenty-five arenas to facilitate the elders to watch the battle - the farther to the back, the higher the level of the elders who came to watch the battle.

She was the first one to enter the ring, and the first person she met was Que Han, whom she had met before.

As a disciple of the elder of the Ziyuan Sect, Que Han is a well-known leader among the younger generation of disciples in the mortal world.

Luo Ge, on the other hand, has become famous recently and is extremely talented.

Therefore, when these two people entered the ring, they immediately attracted countless disciples to watch the battle.

Zi Yuan, Feng Mian, and some Zi Yuanmen disciples all stood under the ring and watched the battle.

"Tell me, does Senior Brother win, or does this Miss Luo win?"

"It doesn't need to be said. Of course he is our senior brother."

"But I always feel...it's Miss Luo."

"It's possible that Miss Luo's cultivation level is higher than that of senior brother."

"It doesn't matter. Although my senior brother's cultivation is somewhat lacking, he can still fight through the ranks."

"Yeah, that's true."

"..." "..."

Zi Yuan listened to the Zi Yuan sect disciples talking about each other and couldn't help but look at Que Han.

In the fourth round, he met Feng Mian, and then he gave in and was kicked out. Now, he can only watch the battle.

For some reason, Zi Yuan always felt that his senior brother seemed to be stopping at this stage.

"Master Que, please." Luo Ge sacrificed the Wood Spirit Pearl and turned it into a long sword, and then faced the young master in front of him who was wearing a Taoist robe from the Ziyuan Sect and had an indifferent face.

"Miss Luo, please." Que Han also held out a long sword and bowed to her with clasped fists.

Luo Ge was the first to draw his sword, and when he swung the sword, he felt as if he were being bathed in the spring breeze, and his whole body felt soft - this sword did not have the biting coldness of winter, but only the warmth and warmth of spring.

Que Han remained unmoved and swung his sword out.

He did not use the Ziyun Sword Technique of Ziyuan Sect for this sword, but used a sword move that he had deduced. And this move was exactly the opposite of Luo Ge's sword move - this sword carried endless piercing force.

The chill made the already cold surroundings become even colder.

"The sword moves are cold and biting, but there is a bit of ice swordsmanship in them. However, they still lack some heat." Shui Zekong, who likes swordsmanship, watched the battle between Que Han and Luo Ge on the high platform and saw him use this sword.

Zhao, so judged.

Wei Wuhen, who was standing next to him, nodded slightly as he listened.

This is indeed the case. He has seen the Ice Sword Technique before. After all, it is a god-level technique passed down from ancient times. After all, it is not something that the current generation can match.

"Hey, your Ruoyi is also competing in martial arts, look over there!" Wei Wuhen glanced at one place and suddenly patted Shui Zekong on the shoulder.

Mizusawa hurriedly looked over, and sure enough he saw a figure dressed in cool colorful clothes, holding a long sword, flying on the ring.

He looked at the people in Hua Nishang's group, and when he saw that there were no familiar people, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"The cultivation level is not as high as Ruo An's, she should be able to advance." Shui Zekong smiled slightly, and then sighed softly, "I am the unlucky one."
Chapter completed!