Time flies, and three days fly by. On the day of the competition between the four clans, Leng Wushang still has not come back. Although everyone in the Leng family is worried, his natal spiritual tablet is still in good condition, which means that he is safe.

This time the competition between the four clans was held in the Fu family.

The Fu family is only one street away from the Leng family. When they arrived, the other three families had also just arrived.

There were also many other family forces who came to watch the battle.

Naturally, people from the royal family were also present, including Emperor Yuwen and Crown Prince Yu Wenhan, the third prince Yuwen Mo, the fourth princess Yuwen Lingyun and the fifth princess Yuwen Lian'er.

They were personally welcomed in by the head of the Fu family and placed in the highest position.

Other small forces are received by the stewards.

The Leng family and the Si family were next to each other. Si Ruoli hadn't seen Leng Wuyou for more than two months. When he saw Leng Wuyou, his eyes lit up and he rushed towards him with open arms.

Leng Wuqing's eyes widened and he stepped in front of Leng Wuyou. Si Ruoli didn't stop the car and hugged Leng Wuqing.

His face darkened, he pushed Leng Wuqing away with disgust, and then continued to pounce on Leng Wuyou, "Xiao Youyou, I miss you so much, why haven't you come to play with me in the past two months?"

Leng Wuyou glanced sideways, and Si Ruoli froze when he was about to pounce. He touched the tip of his nose and muttered softly, "If you don't want to hug me, I won't hug you."

"Some families, even if they can't get on the stage, are asking for their own decline." A sarcastic voice came from the other side.

"Hey, you can't say that, I'm just doing whatever I want." Another voice flew over with a soft knife.

Leng Wuyou frowned and looked around. He was from the Zhang family. The one wrapped in white cloth looked like Zhang Sheng. She blinked and then remembered that she had sprinkled some water on Zhang Sheng.

If you take the poisonous powder, it will just cause some pustules on the body. As long as you don't take other pills or medicines in the middle, you can recover in a month.

It's just Zhang Sheng's current situation, well, Leng Wuyou just wants to say, he deserves it!

"Hey, whose dog is not tied up, and it ran out and barked wildly." Si Ruoli opened his eyes wide, with a look of surprise on his face.

On the Zhang family's side, the faces of the two people who were speaking turned dark, and just as they were about to speak back, a ring rumbled up from the ground in the empty space.

Fu Hai is the eldest elder of the Fu family, and he will preside over today's competition.

He came to the center of the ring from the stands, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "Today is the competition between the four clans that we hold every fifty years. There are a total of 128 disciples participating, and every disciple is at the age of fourteen.

Between the ages of 20 and 20, they are the hope of every family. The purpose of holding this competition is to allow the younger generation to grow through competition and learn from each other, observe the strengths of others, and make up for their own shortcomings. This competition

Until the competition ends, don't hurt other people's lives." As for the distribution of the Anshan Spiritual Crystal Mine, this is a matter for the four families, and outsiders don't need to know.

"Now, let's start drawing lots, starting from the youngest." After saying this, Fu Hai waved his hand, and a wooden box appeared on the ring.

In terms of age, Leng Wuyou was the youngest present. When Leng Wuyou came on stage to draw lots, the expressions of everyone in the audience changed, and even Fu Hai had a strange look in his eyes.

"How does that trash get up there?"

"If he can't practice, won't he die if he goes up there?"

"She was so good-looking, it would be a pity to die."

"Has the Leng family's brain been squeezed by the door? Isn't it just asking for death to let him go?"

"There are rules of the game. You can't die if you die. As for whether you will be missing arms or legs, it's hard to say." There was a lot of discussion among the crowd.

Leng Wuyou pretended not to hear, reached into the wooden box, and grabbed a small white ball in her hand.

Along the way, Leng Wuyou kept feeling that someone was looking at her. Following the feeling, she happened to meet a pair of beautiful and gentle eyes.

Fu Lianyi was wearing a white-blue flowing fairy dress with lavender tassels on her waist. Her temperament was as ethereal as a fairy. She had a face with oval seeds and no makeup on. She stood under a willow tree, and the breeze blew through her hair, which was swaying.

Lifting the hem of her clothes, waves rippled through her beautiful and gentle pupils.

She smiled at Leng Wuyou, her smile was as blue as a musk deer. Leng Wuyou was stunned and nodded slightly to her.

After turning around, the smile on Fu Lianyi's face gradually faded, and his brows twisted into a knot.

"She must be Fu Lianyi!" Leng Wuyou pursed his lips, very sure.

Si Ruoli, who had just finished drawing lots, came over, "Well, it's her, but..." Si Ruoli's face turned serious, "Don't be fooled by her appearance, this woman is definitely not as kind and kind as the rumors.

"

Leng Wuyou looked at him, "What do you know?"

Si Ruoli shook his head, "I don't know anything, it's just a feeling. Anyway, stay away from her. I always feel that she has ill intentions towards you."

Leng Wuyou didn't refute. In fact, she had a premonition that they would meet one day sooner or later. This was the feeling between old enemies.

"By the way, what's your number?" Si Ruoli didn't want to talk about anything related to Fu Lianyi, so he changed the subject.

"No. 17." Leng Wuyou handed him the ball.

Si Ruoli took it and took a look at it, then gave it back to her, "I am number 25."

After the drawing of lots, Leng Wuqing is number fifty-three, Leng Wuhan is eighty-nine, Leng Wushuang is forty, Leng Wuxue is twenty, and Leng Wuchen is one hundred and twenty-eight.

"Why am I the last one?" Looking at the ball in his hand, Leng Wuchen was a little dissatisfied.

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