In the Hall of Battle for Kui, the cultivators were still waiting.

The discussion has become louder and louder.

Because at this moment, six hours have passed since Fang Junmei and Fengyu Peach Hua entered her dream, which means that the time at this time is almost halfway through midnight.

Although most monks have a patient nature and have been meditating for dozens or hundreds of years, this is different from meditation after all. If you keep waiting like this, you will not see any other movements. It is really hard to bear in your heart.

The muttering sounds are getting louder and louder.

"Everyone, what are those two doing inside? This battle has been fighting for too long!"

"Yes, wait any longer, it's tomorrow."

"There is no time limit in terms of the rules of the competition, but even the seniors who started it would not have thought that this battle would last for so long."

"I can't sit still with this butt!"

...

The sound of discussion is endless, like a beep.

If you want to say that you are most anxious to wait, you are also the one who is crazy.

This person was ignored by Gu Xijin before, and he felt angry in his heart. He was waiting for a while to vent his anger when he played against Bai Yiren.

But Fang Junmei's battle has not ended for a long time, so he has been holding it back...

Geshu was crazy about a long blood-red technique, dancing like a snake, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, and he was helpless and had to suppress it.

The others were waiting for the stay, but Gu Xijin could no longer wait. The injuries on his body were always dealt with.

"You guys continue to look and tell me the result."

He gave an order to the disciple of the Tianxie Sword Sect beside him, and Gu Xijin finally got up and walked towards the door.

When he was together, he immediately attracted a large number of attention.

"I won't see it anymore. I can't see anything anyway. Please tell me the result."

Soon, someone stood up again and headed towards the door.

With the monks taking the lead, the blockbuster monks stood up and began to leave the field.

"Silver Sword Immortal" Yu Chen turned his head and took a look, but he was helpless.

Although he is already in the realm of mortal transformation, he feels not happy when he waits like this. However, as the main person, he can't leave even if he wants to.

In a flash, thousands of viewers went out.

The more you wait, the more monks you walk.

And the battle has been so long that it has begun to far exceed everyone's imagination.

...

one day.

Two days.

Three days.

...

After six days in a row, Fang Junmei and Fengyu Lihua did not wake up. However, the island of Shicha was already in full swing, and there were noises of discussion everywhere.

As for the Zhengkui Palace, in addition to the Panxin Sword Sect and the Xianyu Palace who were close to them, there were Yu Chen, Wei Xifeng, Zhuo Cangsheng and several deacon disciples of the Red Lotus Sword Palace. The others were all exposed!

No matter how good your personality is, you can't stand such a waste!

Even if it was Tuobahai, Jiang Ruhua and others were still dizzy and listless.

Twenty or thirty people naturally gathered at the front of the audience, watching the stage while chatting without saying a word.

"Brother Zhuo, you have said before that in the dream world of Lihua, one hour outside is equivalent to one month there, right?"

Yunshan Tonglao asked.

Zhuo Cangsheng nodded.

Yunshan Tonglao said: "In this way, one day is one year, six days is six years. After such a long time, even if you have a child, you can run around the ground alive."

Everyone laughed loudly after hearing this.

Zhuo Cangsheng also had his lips curled, and his smile was even more mysterious than anyone else. He was not surprised at how long he had used it.

This is not a story of two people, but a story of three people, or even four people.

This is not a simple battle, perhaps involving more complex love, hate, and love.

...

Puff! Puff!

Just as everyone was chatting and laughing, a sound suddenly came from the stage.

Everyone was shocked and looked at it quickly. Feng Yu Lihua and Fang Junmei, whose body was not moving, suddenly thrust their chests and spewed out a large mouthful of blood.

After the big mouthful of blood was squirted out, the two of them also opened their eyes.

"Junmei!"

"Sister Lihua!"

"You guys finally woke up!"

When everyone saw this, they were all overjoyed. The impatient monks even forgot that they were still in the competition and were about to rush towards the stage.

The powerful invisible pressure came silently, suppressing everyone together.

"Don't move around, watch it, the game is not over yet!"

Yu Chen's voice sounded in everyone's minds.

Everyone calmed down and looked carefully on the stage.

...

The two of them were still sitting opposite each other, their faces a little pale, and the two red lips of Fengyu Peach blossoms were even lighter and heartbreaking.

The two of them looked at each other, both of them were so complicated that they were unimaginable, as if they had experienced countless emotional entanglements in just six days.

Everyone even felt that the two of them had grown a lot and had a lot of vicissitudes of life.

For a moment, the hall was as quiet as death.

"Is the world in the dream and everything that happens inside true or false?"

After a while, Fang Junmei said, his voice extremely hoarse, and his eyes ejaculated in his eyes were obscure and deep.

When Fengyu Peach heard this, his beautiful eyes became more and more hazy, as if he was about to hide in the depths behind the rain and fog. After a moment of silence, he said coldly: "Fake it, you don't have to take it to heart. From today on, there will be no connection between you and me."

When everyone heard this, they immediately knew that many stories had happened to these two people in the past six days.

But what kind of world is it that a superb monk like Fang Junmei can't tell the truth or false.

"Senior Yu Chen, I lost this battle!"

Fengyu Lihua got up and said to Yu Chen.

When Yu Chen heard this, he nodded and removed the light curtain.

Fengyu Lihua didn't talk to others. She was full of worries and directly used her body skills and rushed towards the direction of the gate.

"Wait a minute, I have another question!"

Fang Jun's eyebrows suddenly roared, and looked at Fengyu Lihua's back with a look, and was particularly serious and solemn, as if he had become a different person.

The wind and rain pear blossoms calmed their figure, but did not turn around.

"I can treat the matter between you and me as a dream, as if it has never happened, but I have to know whether my parents in the world in my dream have anything to do with my parents in this world?"

Fang Jun's eyes seemed to be about to spit out fire, his expression was a little crazy, and even a smell of gambling, which was really rare.

When Fengyu Lihua heard this, she felt silence again.

“…I don’t know, I really don’t know.”

After a few breaths, Fengyu Lihua said in a weak tone, rushing out of the door and not stopping.

Bang!

Fang Jun punched heavily and hit the battle platform with a gloomy and loud look.

Suddenly he thought of something and looked at Zhuo Cangsheng, the "Wu Xiezi".

Zhuo Cangsheng seemed to know what he was going to ask, sighed and said, "I don't know, the ancestor of Lihua is very secretive about this question and never told me."

Fang Junmei's eyes were dim when she heard this.

Yu Chen signaled to the deacon disciple next to him, and the deacon disciple said aloud: "Fang Junmei won this battle!"

The voice echoed in the empty hall. Although Fang Junmei didn't care at all at this moment, this was still his glory and it was indispensable in the program.

Zhuang Youde and others rushed to the stage, checked their injuries, and went out together.
To be continued...