As he was speaking, the middle-aged monk had already arrived at a very close position to the woman in white with one hand.

But the woman in white suddenly flashed, and the middle-aged monk's hands were directly empty.

She frowned slightly, obviously not satisfied with the middle-aged monk's behavior of using hands and feet.

"Haha, little girl, your frowning looks like you are quite different."

The middle-aged monk pursed his lips and felt a burning flame burning in his chest.

He wished he could melt this fairy-like woman in white into his flames on the spot.

If you fail once, come for the second time!

He poked his hand at the woman in white again, but before his palm fell, his hand fell to the ground.

"Hiss!" The people around him took a breath.

Such a bloody scene made everyone take several steps back.

If they hadn't seen it just now, the one who cut off the middle-aged monk's hand just now was a spiritual blade.

And the one who used such a qi blade was actually a young man next to him who seemed to be young last year.

"You...you actually put my hand!"

The middle-aged monk widened his eyes at Xiao Chen, and his other hand tightly held the lower edge of my wrist.

No matter what, he never expected that one of his hands would be cut off like this one day!

"If you don't want both hands to become like this, I advise you to leave quickly and don't tease the little girl if you have nothing to do." Xiao Chen said lazily.

The middle-aged monk subconsciously swallowed his saliva and finally left in a dirt state.

Turning his head, the woman in white nodded to Xiao Chen, expressed her gratitude and turned to leave.

Xiao Chen shrugged and walked straight to the place where he was queuing up to sign up.

"Oh, the middle-aged monk deserved it just now. He didn't know who he had provoked!"

In the queue, Xiao Chen heard many monks discussing what had just happened.

The monks in front of them were talking to each other:

"Yes, yes, he really thought he had met a little girl who didn't know anything? That was Bai Qingxue, the young owner of Baili Pavilion!"

"I heard that this Baili Pavilion competition seems to have something to do with Bai Qingxue. It seems that Bai Qingxue must find such an excellent genius."

"Oh? Could it be a martial arts competition to attract brides?"

"Of course it's impossible. Martial competitions and brides are all outdated things in the lower world. How can I use Baili Pavilion?"

"Then why is it related to Bai Qingxue?"

"If you ask me who will I ask? Do you really think I am the old owner of Baili Pavilion..."

Hearing this, Xiao Chen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows unexpectedly.

Even he himself did not expect that an unexpected action would make him meet the young owner of the Baili Pavilion.

According to what the monks above said, it seems that Bai Qingxue, the young master of the museum, has extraordinary strength.

"You guys were all nonsense before. Do you know why this Baili Pavilion competition has anything to do with Bai Qingxue?"

"Why? Come and listen."

"I got the latest news. A friend of mine saw it when he came to register yesterday. On the registration list, the first name was Bai Qingxue!"

"Really, fake? The reward of the divine pill is so tempting. Could it be that Baili Pavilion just bluffs and lets Bai Qingxue win the competition? In this way, the divine pill will still be from Baili Pavilion..."

"No way? But what kind of strength is Bai Qingxue now? Is Baili Hall confident?"

"Last time I heard that it was already the fifth level of the Earth Change Realm!"

"Then I don't think she will definitely win the competition. For example, the young man just now, I feel that his strength is no lower than that of Bai Qingxue."

"What do you know? Bai Qingxue is a powerful person in the Earth-changing Realm!"

"What if the young monk just now also changed the realm?"

For a moment, the monks in front of him had already started to argue about who was stronger, Xiao Chen and Bai Qingxue, which made Xiao Chen feel a little amused.

"name."

Finally, Xiao Chen came to the registration office. The person in charge of the registration was an old man wearing a white uniform.

"Xiao Chen." Xiao Chen answered the old man's questions one by one, nothing more than a very basic information such as name and age.

"Okay, today is the last day to register, and the competition will be completely started at noon tomorrow. You can go back and get ready."

The old man waved his hand at Xiao Chen and began to greet the next person who came to sign up for the competition.

Turning around and leaving, Xiao Chen met a familiar face when he walked out of the square.

The people around him were several steps away from him, and they kept talking:

"Isn't that a ghost-faced monk? The alien sect even sent out the disciples they focused on training?"

"No? I heard that the Ghost Face Cultivator is a personal disciple of the leader of the other sect. It seems that the Spirit Gathering Pill has attracted a lot of geniuses!"

"But I heard that the ability mastered by the Ghost Face Cultivator is very strange, so let's stay away from him..."

The appearance of the ghost-faced monk caused a round around him.

However, the Ghost-faced monk seemed to have been used to this kind of scene for a long time, and ignored the rest of the people and walked directly towards Xiao Chen.

"Young Master, I forgot to ask for your name when I happened yesterday." The ghost-faced monk greeted Xiao Chen politely, his attitude was completely different from last night.

"Oh? Where is your follower who has lost his hands?" Xiao Chen sneered coldly.

He never had any good feelings for those who had wanted his name.

"You mean Yang Gang, I've been persuaded to return to another sect. Please don't have any misunderstandings about what happened yesterday."

The Ghost-faced monk threw away yesterday's incident in one sentence and said somewhat flatteringly: "We can't be acquainted anymore. Can the young master leave a name for him?"

"Xiao Chen." Xiao Chen said a word and continued to walk towards the inn.

"Is Xiao Chen?"

The Ghost-faced monk nodded slowly. Seeing Xiao Chen leaving, he did not stop too much and walked straight towards the registered team.

I returned to the inn and entered the state of cultivation, and soon the next morning.

On this day, Xiao Chen stayed in the inn and lived a very stable life, and no one came to disturb him again.

When he left the inn and walked towards Baili Hall, he met a ghost-faced monk at the entrance of the inn.

"Are you waiting for me here?" Xiao Chen frowned at the ghost-faced monk who took the initiative to come over.

After all, for him, he still can't figure out the purpose of the Ghost Face Cultivator.

"That's right. After all, you and I are all going to participate in the competition today. It's not a bad thing to communicate with multiple friends." The Ghost Face monk opened the folding fan and said.

Xiao Chen didn't say anything and took straight steps.
Chapter completed!