Chapter 23

The first test of the Meixian Meeting trapped thousands of immortal cultivators by the river.

The restriction enveloped them, blocking the outside world’s sound and vision, leaving only a small opening where the examiners were.

The examiners responsible for judging the results of this Meixian Meeting were all dressed in white, with a white egret in the clear sky embroidered on their chests and a layer of clouds covering the moon on their backs. They were all members of the Qingyue Pavilion.

Although Yangchun finally sent Feixing away, it was a long time before he came back.

Only more than ten of the thousands of people determined the answer and left the river bank to the examiners at the forbidden entrance.

Each of them received a pen and a piece of paper.

Some people wrote down a few numbers with a big stroke of the pen, while others quoted classics and wrote long speeches.

After writing, they handed it to the examiners, who did not even look at it, but just signaled him to leave.

When Feixing came to the place just now, those Taoist friends had disappeared.

He looked over and found that they had found a crowded spot on another mountain. There were many beautiful real people above that place.

The sky was getting darker.

Dan Feng descended gracefully.

“Feixing.”

The twenty disciples of Lingsu Sword Sect, like most of the others, were still sitting cross-legged on the river bank, comprehending the mystery of the river. It seemed that they would stay here all night.

After all, it was an important Meixian meeting. Even if they could come up with an answer, it was always right to think more for the sake of caution.

Feixing’s eyes fell on Yushuang, who came with Dan Feng not far away.

Yushuang had her hands behind her back and was facing away from him.

Feixing nodded and stood up.

At this time, another hand fell on his shoulder, steady and powerful, giving people a feeling as deep as the sea water.

The two looked at it together and were both slightly startled.

“Excuse me. This Taoist friend, can you please lend me a hand to talk?”

A handsome man with a big sword on his back bowed to Feixing.

Zheng Huaien of Yuanhai Sword Sect.

He changed his clothes and rested for a while, with a little fatigue and an inexplicable expectation in his eyes.

Feixing blinked, and Danfeng didn’t react for a while, and subconsciously pulled his sleeve.

Zheng Huai’en asked: “Is it inappropriate at this moment?”

Feixing turned back and looked at Danfeng. Danfeng seemed to be waiting for his answer and didn’t intend to make a decision for him without authorization.

Feixing thought for a while and said to Danfeng:

“Master, please wait.”

He gave Danfeng a reassuring look and stretched out his hand to Zheng Huai’en:

“Please.”

The two walked aside.

A pair of eyes fell on Feixing’s back, with worry hidden in the coldness.

The two came to a secluded cliff.

“Zheng Huai’en in Yuanhai Sword Sect, I don’t know what to call you?”

“I am Feixing, I don’t know what to do for you, senior?”

“You don’t have to call me senior, I should not be much older than you, you and I can be roughly regarded as people of the same generation.” Zheng Huai’en said.

Feixing was a little confused. Zheng Huai’en was obviously of the same generation as Yushuang and Danfeng. If he was of the same generation as himself, wouldn’t he be of the same generation as Yushuang?

If he was of the same generation as Yangchun, it would be fine. Hmm ... But Yangchun, Yushuang, and Danfeng seemed to be of the same generation.

This...

“It’s nothing serious.” Zheng Huai’en hesitated.

It shouldn’t be because of him that he interrupted their fight?

“Brother Feixing is currently living in the Hebao Sect? I’m sorry that I can’t see it. And brother also meets the requirements, why don’t you participate in the Immortal Meeting?”

“I haven’t joined the sect yet, so I can’t participate.”

“Oh?” Zheng Huai’en’s tone seemed a little high-pitched, “Who was that immortal just now?”

“That was Danfeng from the Lingsu Sword Sect. Fortunately, I was rescued by several immortals from the Lingsu Sword Sect. I am currently staying in their sect temporarily. This time I also came with them.”

Feixing didn’t reveal too much.

“Sword sect ... OK...” Zheng Huai’en muttered to himself, and then said:

“Brother Feixing, when I was fighting with the Broken Sun of the Tianshuang Sect two days ago, you reminded me, right?”

“I am not very experienced, so I am sorry for doing so. I hope Brother Zheng will forgive me.”

“Hey——” Zheng Huai’en waved his hand, “If it weren’t for your reminder, I would have been ambushed by that woman ... that, that Saint Lady. Thank you very much.”

He said and bowed to Feixing.

Feixing waved his hand and said, “It was just a coincidence, it’s nothing to mention, I hope Brother Zheng doesn’t blame me.”

“Hehe, I just don’t know how you know the Saint Lady’s method?”

“It’s just luck.”

“So simple?” Zheng Huai’en was a little unconvinced.

Feixing’s expression remained unchanged, and he said, “I am slightly more sensitive to immortal energy than others, so I just happened to discover it.”

Zheng Huai’en lowered his head and said, “So it was also a coincidence that you were able to avoid the immortal energy of the crazy woman ... Qingchen Zhenren just now?”

“This ... I have really had good luck these days.”

“Oh——”

Zheng Huai’en dragged out a long tone.

Suddenly, Feixing felt that the immortal energy in his body was flowing, and Zheng Huai’en stretched out his finger and flicked it, and a sword energy flew towards Feixing along his finger.