"Can you...can you help me resolve my three major regrets?"

I don’t know where it is, I don’t know what time it is, but in the darkness, there is only one voice lingering persistently.

Yu Ling was in a trance, half asleep and half awake. Her whole body was as light as nothing, floating in the endless void, with no end in all directions.

"Can you...can you help me resolve my three major regrets?"

The voice kept asking over and over again.

Yu Ling's mind went blank, as hazy as a dream, and he was completely unable to think normally. He was annoyed by the questions and finally responded: "Okay, what's the matter?"

"Thank you..." The voice gradually faded away, as if it had never appeared.

"Kacha kacha——"

There was a crisp sound like a broken mirror. After an unknown amount of time, Yu Ling finally woke up from her confusion, and what she saw was a strange world.

The small bridges and flowing water, the lush green ancient trees, the green grass as green as the sea, the clean and pure sky, and the soft and gentle breeze, everything is so beautiful that it is unreal.

Not far away, there were a few beautiful snow-white birds hopping around, occasionally spreading their wings and skimming the river bank, and then perfectly blended into the picturesque scenery.

Yu Ling sat up in confusion, looked around, and found that everyone else had disappeared, leaving him alone.

"Junior brother? Junior brother! Where have you been hiding..."

An anxious call came from the other side of the river. A young man in a green robe looked around and accidentally caught a glimpse of Yu Ling. He suddenly showed a look of surprise: "Why are you here! You really made it hard for me to find you!"

As soon as his feet hit the ground, he flew over in the air, and said with a hint of reproach: "Come with me quickly, the competition is about to begin, escape is not an option, Master and everyone are waiting for you!"

"I..." Yu Ling was confused and looked at the young man in front of her in astonishment, wanting to ask who you are.

But strangely enough, as soon as he had this doubt, the answer naturally appeared in his mind.

The other party's name is Wu Qing, and he seems to be his senior brother. He is one of the few people who cares about him, and he is also one of the top geniuses in the sect.

As for myself...should my name be Zhao Lan?

This memory came so suddenly that Yu Ling became temporarily confused and couldn't distinguish her identity for a while.

"Why are you still in a daze?" Wu Qing dragged Yu Ling and walked to the other side of the river. Yu Ling subconsciously wanted to use her profound strength to break away, but the strange thing was that only the profound strength in the early stage of blood coagulation was left in his body, and even

The techniques seem to have changed.

What on earth is going on?!

Yu Ling had a bad premonition. When he stepped onto the small bridge, he quickly glanced at the reflection in the river, but that face looked so unfamiliar.

No way, has he traveled through time again?

Yu Ling felt incredibly ridiculous. No matter how calm he was, he really couldn't remain calm in the face of such weird things.

Wait...what was he doing before?

Yu Ling tried hard to recall that a moment ago, he should have been in the Zhenru Hall in the forbidden area of ​​the palace. As a result, Wan Baiyi accidentally activated a space teleportation array, and a black-red light beam immediately shot straight into the sky, and then...he...

No longer conscious.

"Junior brother, don't look like this. I feel uncomfortable looking at you. To be honest, senior brother doesn't want you to be bullied by others, especially those from Elder Kun's lineage. They are so shameless. But the sect's rules cannot

Change, if you are straight

If you continue to escape the competition, you will be criticized even more. When the sect master punishes you, you will most likely be imprisoned in the Blood Evil Cave for a year and a half. It is better to grit your teeth and survive the competition. The long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain..." Wu Qing said with serious intentions.

The ground was chattering.

Yu Ling barely recovered from her confusion, because as Wu Qing kept mentioning some nouns, a wave of memories that did not belong to Yu Ling also came.

But he didn't know how to answer the call, so he could only remain silent along the way.

Wu Qing was quite talkative: "We all know that you have worked very hard in cultivation. No one blames you or anything. Even the master said that you just need to do your best. This time it must be that boy Ban Li who is shameless.

It was a secret operation, otherwise how could it be such a coincidence that the two of you were lined up together in the first round."

"I said that Elder Kun was too stingy, and Lu Shimei and you were happy. Ban Lifei had to insert a kick.

...No, I beat him until his face is full of peach blossoms!"

"..." Yu Ling was speechless for a while. This man is really very Tang Monk. Even if he is always in stand-alone mode, he can still talk to himself all day long.

However, this scene made Yu Ling feel very familiar and warm, as if she had experienced it countless times.

Wu Qing and Yu Ling rushed all the way to the martial arts arena. The noise and crowds that rushed towards her made Yu Ling extremely uncomfortable, and she also felt a deep-rooted alienation and strangeness.

However, despite the large number of people, the hierarchy is very strict and cannot be crossed even half a step. The place where Yu Ling and Wu Qing went is very remote, it is an unobtrusive nook and cranny.

Wu Qing also cursed angrily in a low voice: "It's so unfair to the sect. After all, our master is also the leader of the first peak, but he was treated like this after his cultivation fell. If he had known that master should not have fought so hard to kill that person."

It was a monster in the first place, but in the end, others took advantage of it!"

More memories vaguely emerged in Yu Ling. Ten years ago, Zhao Lan's master Duan Hairong was injured by the Sky Monster. There is no sign of recovery yet. Even their lineage has been greatly affected, and it has gradually declined from the top three.

At the countdown, it can be said that the competition over the years has gone through a lot of hardships.

Zhao Lan was admitted by Duan Hairong ten years ago. In fact, he was ranked last in the entry test. Others picked away the talented disciples, leaving him standing there at a loss. In the end, Duan Hairong was kind-hearted and accepted him.

Take it away, others ridiculed and said, the last peak matched with the last loser, what a match made in heaven.

But Duan Hairong did not have any disdain. Instead, he admired Zhao Lan's perseverance. He also said that the way of a warrior is not so focused on talent. As long as Zhao Lan is willing to work hard, there is no difficulty that cannot be overcome.

With these words, Zhao Lan practiced crazily, almost torturing himself, and finally advanced to the blood coagulation realm at the age of nineteen. Although he was not a first-rate genius, he was no longer a ridiculed waste.

But actual combat has always been Zhao Lan's weakness. He spent five times as much time as others practicing martial arts, but the results were negligible. Others could master the Floating Light Skimming Fist in a month, but it took Zhao Lan half a year to master it.

He couldn't explain what was going on. When he simulated martial arts in his mind, it was extremely smooth, but when he performed it, he always encountered fatal stagnation at key points. After a few repetitions, he would feel dizzy and have trouble breathing.

Zhao Lan was extremely introverted and solitary. He only asked his master, but Duan Hairong could not figure out the source of the problem. He just advised him not to work too hard in cultivation, so the matter was shelved.

Yu Ling was immersed in Zhao Lan's memory, but Wu Qing pushed him gently: "Junior brother, what's wrong with you today? Are you always in a daze? This state is unacceptable!"

Duan Hairong also cast a concerned look: "Lan'er, are you feeling unwell?"

Yu Ling shook his head. When he saw Duan Hairong, extremely complicated emotions arose in his heart.

A strange and sinister voice came from the side: "My junior brother is not feeling well. He is obviously suffering from the phobia of Dabia again. No wonder, he is beaten like a dead dog every year. I wouldn't want to come if it were me."

"Second Junior Brother, please stop saying a few words!" Wu Qing frowned and glared at the feminine young man who spoke.

"Am I wrong? Other people's geniuses are all challenged by different levels. But when it comes to our junior brother, he is ranked last among the warriors in the same realm. I think he can only bully and bully the marrow cleansing warriors, and he can't even be a warrior.

The peak of marrow cleansing." The feminine young man sneered.

The people around laughed jokingly, and some even winked and said: "Junior brother, have you mastered the Floating Light Shadow Fist? I think you have simply chosen the wrong martial art. It is better to practice Gangyan Secret Technique. As long as

If you can get started in a rough way, you will become more resistant to beatings, and you will also save the master some medicine! Don't you think so?"

"Stop making trouble!" Duan Hairong said calmly.

Everyone was still smiling playfully, but someone said something: "We are just joking with our junior brother to prevent him from getting too nervous."

Yu Ling still didn't speak. He was too lazy to pay attention to these incomprehensible guys, and everyone's reaction to him was not surprising, because Zhao Lan was already taciturn and was even nicknamed - Zhao Mute.

Not long after, the competition officially began. Yu Ling watched as Wu Qing defeated her opponent neatly, while his fellow seniors also passed the first round without any pressure.

Soon it was his turn.

"Zhao Lan versus Ban Li!"

The elder adjudicator shouted loudly, and Yu Ling silently walked onto the field. In front of him was his opponent with a ferocious smile on his face, and behind him were the ridicules of his fellow disciples, which separated him like a chasm.

Is this one of your great regrets?

Yu Ling asked silently in his heart. He finally remembered more memories and the persistent voice in the darkness.

"Brother Zhao Lan, come on! You will definitely win!" A crisp voice penetrated directly through the crowd and caught Yu Ling's ears.
Chapter completed!