Huang Yueli looked even more amused when she saw his figure running away.
Li Moying snorted coldly, "He finally left, so he knows what's going on!"
Huang Yueli shook her head helplessly, "You don't have to be like this! Junior Brother Luo just said a few words to me!"
"What's there to say? Those things he said are of no value at all!" Li Moying was full of disdain.
Huang Yueli asked curiously: "Do you really not care about the allocation of quotas? Will you go to the martial arts tournament seven days later?"
Li Moying looked at her strangely, "Is there anything good to see? Do you want to go?"
Huang Yueli shook his head.
"That's okay! Don't worry about those boring people, let's continue taking a bath! Can we take a bath together today?"
"Go away, you have a beautiful idea!"
…
Seven days later.
The competition within the Xing Yao Sect started as scheduled.
This competition is definitely a good opportunity for the inner disciples in the sect to leap over the dragon gate. With their status, it is impossible for them to compete with the direct disciples for places. Entering the ancient secret realm is not a good thing at all. Not to them.
However, this time, because of Huang Yueli's relationship, more places were obtained, giving them a chance to compete.
Many people are grateful to Huang Yueli. In the eyes of many Xingyao Sect disciples, Huang Yueli, like Li Moying, has become a legendary figure in the Xingyao Sect.
In this martial arts competition, some people came to participate even though they knew that they could not win the competition, just to catch a glimpse of the two of them.
Unfortunately, to their disappointment, neither Li Moying nor Huang Yueli showed up.
But this did not affect the intensity of the game at all.
On the competition stage, the battle was in full swing. Everyone wanted to seize this golden opportunity, and the battle was extremely fierce.
In contrast, some powerful direct disciples obtained their quotas without having to compete, and were already watching the show without any pressure.
Under the shade of the tree, Murong Fei glanced around the high platform several times, showing a disappointed look.
"Elder brother really didn't come!"
Li Lingchuan said: "So what if he comes? Every time Senior Brother shows up now, he will definitely bring his little fiancée with him. There are many people who admire Miss Bai now, and her reputation has long surpassed yours. If they Appearing together, that scene... you can't stand it even more!"
Murong Fei was so angry that she gritted her teeth, but couldn't say anything to refute.
"That little bitch! Sooner or later, I have to make her look good!"
"What's the use of just cursing her? If you want to disappear, you have to come up with a complete plan!"
As Li Lingchuan spoke, he suddenly saw a man in white standing not far away.
His eyes flickered slightly and he said to Murong Fei: "Third Junior Sister, it seems that Master was sending someone to look for you just now."
"Ah? Is there one? Why didn't I hear it?" Murong Fei asked doubtfully.
Li Lingchuan said: "I heard the maid calling for you just now. Go over and have a look. Maybe there's something urgent!"
Murong Fei frowned, but she never thought that Li Lingchuan would lie to her, so she left quickly.
Li Lingchuan sent Murong Fei away and then walked towards the man in white.
"Mr. Leng, long time no see! I didn't expect to see you here today."
Leng Yifeng stood alone under a tree not far away, watching the game on the stage intently.
He is not a disciple of the Xingyao Sect, and his purpose for coming back here is naturally not simple.
(End of chapter)