Lord Sovereign

This girl was no one else, but Zhou Daxia, who had tried her combat against Fei Hong during the day.

Fei Hong hesitated to say hello, but Zhou Daxia saw him, turned and walked over, twirling the corners of her clothes and whispering: "Where are you... going?"

"Oh, just walking around." Fei Hong replied, fidgeting with helm of his robe.

"Well, you saved my life today. I haven't thanked you well yet." Zhou Daxia said, giving him a nod. She was wearing a white dress at the moment, as if she had just been bathed. Her body exuded a faint fragrance, and the scent coming from that moon-lit, white and flawless skin, made Fei Hong a little dazed.

"Oh, that, no thanks. If it weren't for me, this situation wouldn't happen."

"Well, I heard that you came from Dingshu Castle?" Zhou Daxia smiled, her beautiful eyes that were as bright as stars bent into two elegant crescents, which made Fei Hong look a little stunned.

Seeing Fei Hong stunned again, Zhou Daxia stomped her lotus feet lightly, and two blushes appeared on her cheeks: "Hey, what are you thinking about."

"Hehe..." Fei Hong scratched his head embarrassedly: "Nothing. Yes, I belong to Dingshu Castle, and so are you?"

"Well, I also grew up in Dingshu Castle." Zhou Daxia said as she lowered her head sheepishly.

The two of them were both seventeen or eighteen years old, and they didn't know what to say at the moment, standing in the moonlight, as if they had a soul understanding.

"Well, you won't be transferred outside, will you?" Fei Hong said after several minutes of silence, breaking the tormented atmosphere.

Zhou Daxia shook his head: "No, the disciples for transfers has been selected, I am not on the list. Does your wound still hurt?"

As she said, she stretched out a slender hand and put it on Fei Hong's shoulder, and gently stroked it. Fei Hong couldn't help sighing. With such beautiful hands, she almost killed him with a pair of soft swords earlier in the combat.

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Fei Hong endured the pain with a smile: "It won't affect the subsequent competition."

"Well, that's good." Zhou Daxia said with a pout mouth: "I always feel that I owe you. I will cheer you on in the end, you rest early and I am leaving."

The girl had returned to normal, and she didn't seem to be as indifferent to Fei Hong as during the day. Seeing her jumping far away, Fei Hong nodded silently: "Oh, you also rest early..."

The next day, Fei Hong got up early and adjusted his breath. He decided to find a chance to retreat after the test session was over to see if he could improve his cultivation level to the third level of the Embryonic realm.

After adjusting his breath, he stood outside the door waiting for his master. Hao walked out of the door and saw Fei Hong, but just nodded at him, and walked to the training ground first.

Fei Hong was looking forward to today's competition. Because today, some disciples with high-level cultivation base would have to compete. Since he himself was a forge-hand disciple, after trying his cultivation base in the competition from the previous day,., he had a pass in today's competition and automatically entered the next round.

Watching the high-level cultivator's trials would also be of great help to him in later trainings.

After the competition resumed, there were a few boring matches. Fei Hong was a little drowsy, and finally he waited for Zhang Long's fight before falling asleep.

At the moment in the competition arena, Zhang Long wore a light yellow vigorous outfit with long hair tied behind his head, making him look extraordinary. Opposite him, there was a slender middle-aged male disciple with a bun on his head, looking at Zhang Long coldly before saying. "Please."

Once the sound gonged, this person's figure flashed, and he swayed more than ten feet away in the blink of an eye. After a few swaying movement, he had already arrived in front of Zhang Long.

Fei Hong saw that the two of them were both at the late stage of the Embryonic Realm. The middle-aged man had slender limbs and looked very talented in physical skills. As for Zhang Long, he had refined a silver blade for him before the competition started, which should be used in swordsmanship and other martial arts.

Sure enough, Zhang Long saw the man's spiralling movement coming towards him. When he arrived at his front, he sent a kick towards Zhang Long's face sharply with one big long leg.

The corner of Zhang Long's mouth curled, his body twisted to avoid this foot, but his right arm swung away.

The other disciple only saw a flash of silver light in front of him, and knew the attack was not good for him. His slender body turned like like noodles soaked in water. He twisted in place into a weird arc, which was able to escape the blow.

Zhang Long was startled. His right arm that he swung out suddenly pressed down and the silver light disappeared. His right hand claw changed into a fist to hit the man.

After these few rounds, people who didn't know Zhang Long well enough thought he was only practicing swordsmanship. They didn't expect him to give overlook swordsmanship and chase that disciple with his fists.

Including the disciple himself, who was stunned for a while. He sneered and pushed out with his two palms, wanting to take the punch from the downward angle.

Fei Hong was very puzzled, staring at the disciple with his eyes wide open. With a loud "bang", the two in the court met. The scene in front of them made everyone's faces appeared shocked. After te collision, they continued to exchange powerful strikes, facing each other. Then, Zhang Long initiated The Mountain Fist. His right fist suddenly swelled up massively, and he smashed the disciple directly to the ground.

"Zhang Long wins."

Hearing these four words, Fei Hong reacted with a nod of his head. It seemed that Senior Brother Zhang Long should be a human with some kind of fist superiority.

After Zhang Long left the court, he smiled at Fei Hong and walked aside. The next scene was that involving Senior Brother Lin from the library. This Senior Brother Lin had cultivated a skill with outstanding agility, and with the help of the black iron armor on his body, he easily defeated the opponent who used swordsmanship on the opposite side.

At this time, there was a commotion outside the other side of the field. Many people began rushing to that area of the field. Fei Hong knew that the commotion meant that the elder-level cultivators were about to compete.. He hurriedly got up and followed.