"Although you can't say you can win the battle, you can still be sent to the main hall." Bai Sheng was full of confidence.

Feng Xiyue thought about it and shook her head: "This is not appropriate. After all, no one knows that I am the disciple of Master Yue. If the master is not here, it will be very difficult for us to withdraw. And you have broken the rules of the Dark Sect. The second elder will definitely not let you go by then. If he joins with other elders to deal with us, it will be troublesome."

"Hey, talking about the elder..." Feng Xiyue suddenly remembered someone: "Is Brother Ice Emperor here? If you can't find the master, you can find him first."

Feng Zhanmo shook his head: "Elder Bing is not here."

"Why is he not here?! He doesn't help me train people from the Water and Fire Continent, why are you going out to run?" Feng Xiyue was very depressed: "Then when will my eyes recover..."

Feng Zhanmo suddenly said, "Two weeks later..."

"What's wrong in two weeks?" Feng Xiyue raised her head in confusion.

"Ah, I know a little about this," Bai Sheng said: "Two weeks later, it will be held by the Dark Sect. The sect competition every fifteen years is a rare event. Generally speaking, the sect leader and elder will all attend."

Feng Xiyue suddenly became energetic: "Then I can meet my master as long as I participate in this competitive competition?"

Bai Sheng added: "However, only members of each sect under the age of 25 can participate in this competition..."

"This is not a problem." Su Yuwei interrupted: "Master Su is trading with the Dark Sect in the name of the sect. Although there were only two in our sect before, it is said that it is a regular sect certified by the Dark Sect."

"It seems that Master Su's identity is very special. He can actually be recognized by the Dark Sect." Feng Xiyue nodded: "Then I can participate in the competitive competition in the name of Master Su's sect member."

Feng Zhanmo nodded and then spoke again: "Price."

Bai Sheng glared at him: "Can't you finish the words at once? Do I have to explain it to you?"

"trouble."

Feng Xiyue was holding back her laughter. She clearly understood that Sheng didn't like to talk much, and she was forced to become a chatterbox by her third brother's side. The third brother said very little.

Bai Sheng continued to stare at a dull gourd: "What is the prize? I don't pay attention to this kind of thing, I don't know what it is. How do you ask me to explain?"

Feng Zhanmo said lightly: "Thousand-year-old snow spirit, blessings, promises."

"I remembered it when you say that!" Bai Sheng said excitedly: "Thousand-year-old snow spirit, treating severe diseases, specifically targeting difficult and complicated diseases, maybe it will be effective for your eyes!"

"So great?" Feng Xiyue asked with interest: "What are the last two items?"

"The promise is that the winning sect can get a promise from the Dark Sect. As long as it does not violate the principles, it will do whatever it helps them." Bai Sheng touched his chin: "And it's a blessing..."

He suddenly smiled and looked at Feng Xiyue: "I think this reward is the best for you."

"Why?" Feng Xiyue was a little strange. This sounded the most impractical, so why did she say that?

"The winner can finally choose one person and walk to the altar of the Dark Sect with him and receive the blessings of his ancestors." Bai Sheng said: "But in fact, this altar was not created by the Dark Sect, but existed before the beginning of the sect. I can feel the existence of some tiny power of the heavenly way from it."

"The power of heaven?!" Feng Xiyue said in surprise: "Can you say..."

"Yes, this is probably something that some powerful person left behind. It is opened every fifteen years, and only two people can go up at the same time. I think this is why the Dark Sect holds a sect competition every fifteen years."

Feng Xiyue asked in confusion: "Why don't the master keep such a good thing for his disciples in his sect to use it, but instead invite all the sects in the world to participate?"

"Ancestral teachings." Feng Zhanmo replied.

"Ancestral teachings..." Feng Xiyue nodded in contemplation: "I probably understand that this holy altar is an opportunity for cultivators all over the world, and it cannot be enjoyed by the Dark Sect alone. I am afraid that the predecessors discovered this problem when they were founding the sect, so they created such a sect competition."

"Well, it is said that after the winner goes up, the altar will have different visions according to his potential, and will also give the two people's luck and some of the power of heaven. What you will get will definitely be better for you." Bai Sheng looked at her: "Why not try it?"

Needless to say, Feng Xiyue was already eager to try: "Then you have to go!"

"Master said before that, she finally has an apprentice, so she can make some old guys in the sect envious and jealous." Feng Xiyue waved her small fist: "This time I just add luster to the master!"

She suddenly turned to Su Yuwei: "By the way, do you want to sign up to participate?"

"Ah?" Su Yuwei was shocked: "I...why am I signing up..."

"Don't you want to be angry about the guys who keep saying you are a waste?" Feng Xiyue said temptingly: "You don't want to slap them in the face hard and prove to others that you are a waste?"

"Actually... I don't care." Su Yuwei's personality is much softer than Feng Xiyue: "As long as you know I'm not a waste, why bother to prove it to those people..."

"No, you are my person. My people are not bullying casually, especially people like Yu Xiaoxiao..." Feng Xiyue said unhappily: "A mere outer disciple who relies on his relationship to enter the Dark Sect dares to say that you are a waste, and I feel uncomfortable if I don't slap her in the face!"

Su Yuwei said weakly: "You have already beaten..."

"That's on the surface, but I haven't beaten the soul yet." Feng Xiyue said without any explanation: "It's decided! You can participate too!"

Su Yuwei silently gave up her struggle, and the newly recognized boss is so domineering...

Several people talked about the sect competitions again. Now there is nothing to do, so I will wait two weeks to sign up for the competition.

It was soon evening, and Bai Sheng and Feng Zhanmo had to go back, and there was no place to stay...

Feng Xiyue suddenly grabbed Feng Zhanmo and whispered: "If you send me a message to your home... just tell them I am still alive, don't tell them where I am."

Feng Zhanmo was silent for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

He understood Feng Xiyue's thoughts. Although she must want to see her family as soon as possible, her eyes now will inevitably make her family sad, so she will not meet for the time being.

Bai Sheng looked at her pitifully: "Don't you really leave me?"

Feng Xiyue had no expression on her face: "There is no place for you to live in."

"It's okay, I don't pick on it, it's okay to squeeze in~"

Bai Sheng was about to come forward, but Feng Zhanmo grabbed him: "Go away quickly, stop talking nonsense."

"Hey, aren't you just not meddling in other people's business? Now you know you're worried about your sister?" Bai Sheng said angrily: "She's only twelve, and I can't do anything!"

Feng Zhanmo snorted coldly and dragged him away. The dissatisfaction of a certain auspicious beast echoed in the dusk.

"You and I will go back, let go! I will be pulled out of my clothes by you!"
Chapter completed!