Facing Ye Feiran, Ye Murin naturally wouldn't hide anything and replied, "Ye Qian." "Who is Ye Qian?" Ye Feiran asked subconsciously. Ye Mulin's lips curved slightly, "You know him." Ye Feiran blinked and finally came to his senses, "Is it Mrs. Leng...sister?" Ye Murin nodded, "Yeah." Ye Feiran's eyes rolled slightly, it turned out that her sister's name was Ye Qian! The next moment, she thought of Mrs. Leng's temperament, raised her eyebrows and asked, "But is sister willing?" m.biqubao.com Ye Murin frowned, "She's just not willing." "Oh!" Ye Feiran thought for a moment, "What about Master Leng?" Ye Murin's eyebrows furrowed even more tightly, "Leng Qian is not willing either." Ye Feiran: "..." Master Leng and Mrs. Leng are indeed different. There must be many people watching the position of the Palace Master of Evil Cloud Palace, but they are not very interested. "Are Master Leng and sister planning to ascend?" Compared with the position of the Lord of Xieyun Palace, she would naturally choose to ascend, which she could understand. "Of course they have this idea, but with their current strength, they can't make the ascension foolproof, so I hope they accumulate more experience. During this period of time, they are enough to cultivate a qualified successor. "Ye Mulin said. Hearing this, Ye Feiran somewhat understood why Leng Qian and Ye Qian were reluctant. They were probably focused on practicing and then ascending. After all, managing such a large force as Xieyun Palace requires a certain amount of time and energy. "If Master Leng and Sister are not willing, don't force them. Let's look at other suitable people!" "Okay!" Ye Mulin responded calmly. At this moment, Leng Qian and Mrs. Leng were sitting opposite each other in Youlan Villa. The two couples were sipping spiritual tea while thinking about whether to take over the position of the Lord of the Evil Cloud Palace. Anyway, the two couples were very entangled in their hearts. After breaking through the peak of transcending tribulation, Ye Feiran was not in a hurry to leave Xieyun Palace. Firstly, he wanted to spend more time with Ye Murin, and secondly, Ye Feixuan had not returned from the forbidden area yet. So, when Ye Murin was busy, she went to the mysterious space. "Tata, I have broken through to the peak of transcending tribulation. I can go to the fifth floor of the tower!" "Of course." The little kid replied, and then continued to lead the way, as if he was more impatient than the master Ye Feiran. This move made Ye Feiran full of stronger expectations for the fifth level. However, she couldn't help but joke, "Tata, aren't you the weapon spirit of the divine tower? You don't even know what treasures there are on the fifth floor." Hearing this, the little boy suddenly stopped in his tracks, and said angrily, "Who said I don't know, I just can't believe it." Ye Feiran smiled and did not expose it, but said, "A treasure that Tata can't believe must be a peerless treasure." "Of course." The little kid said immediately. Soon, one person and one tower arrived on the fifth floor. I saw a cave inside the fifth floor. The walls of the cave were all covered with sword marks of various kinds, but they all exuded sword energy and sword intent. All in all, as soon as Ye Feiran and Little Boy came in, they were immediately surrounded by sword energy and sword intent. Fortunately, these sword energy and sword intent did not attack them. Ye Feiran was naturally very surprised. After all, through these sword marks, sword energy and sword intent, their master was very powerful. "Tata, how did you collect so many powerful sword marks?" In fact, the kid was also shocked, but he didn't show it on the surface, "I won't tell you." This is the Sword Mark Cave on the Mountain of the Sword God. It’s not easy to explain now. However, if the owner's sister Ye Feixuan saw it, she would definitely know that this was the Sword Mark Cave on the Mountain of the Sword God. After all, she had memories of her previous life. Ye Feiran glanced at the little kid, but didn't ask for details. After all, the sword energy here was much more powerful than the one in Qianxue Sect's seven-story tower. Now she just needs to practice the Heaven-Breaking Sword Technique here, hoping to catch the flashing images in her mind. Ye Feiran adjusted his emotions, and with a flash of consciousness, a mutated nine-leaf red branch appeared in his hand, and then turned into a crimson long sword. She recalled the Heaven-Breaking Sword Technique taught by Ye Feixuan, and then swung her sword at a relatively blank wall. "One sword breaks the sky!" Even though she didn't leave a trace on the wall, she still took out the sword seriously, one sword after another, and soon she entered the state of selflessness again. When the little kid on the side saw this, he immediately shrank his presence, not wanting to affect Ye Feiran, because it is not easy for a practitioner to enter the state of selflessness. One sword after another, Ye Feiran swung the sword as if she was tired, and something kept flashing in her mind, but she still couldn't catch it. When her body reached its limit, she finally stopped to rest. The mutated nine-leaf red branch also needs to be restored, but he did not forget to say to Ye Feiran, "Ranran, let's work hard together!" "good!" After resting enough, Ye Feiran began to swing his sword at the wall again, one sword after another, and soon entered the state of selflessness again. Perhaps she was affected by the sword energy and sword intent around her, and this time she finally caught the scene that flashed through her mind. In the picture, a little girl holds a red sword and is also practicing to break the sky with one sword. Although he only saw the little girl's profile, Ye Feiran knew at a glance that this little girl was her. The next moment, she didn't know whether it was her or the little girl in the picture, who was focused on practicing breaking the sky with a sword. In the following time, she had been practicing to break the sky with a sword, and there were instructions from different voices in her ears, but the one that gave the most instructions was a gentle female voice. Although the female voice is very gentle, the requirements are very strict. As time went by, her understanding of the Heaven-Breaking Sword Technique became deeper and deeper, and then she realized the sword intention of ice in a snowy cave, and then realized the sword intention of fire in a scorching volcano cave. As her understanding of the Heaven-Breaking Sword Art became deeper and deeper, her swordsmanship became more and more powerful, and finally she even understood a new sword technique in the Heaven-Breaking Sword Art. That is the unparalleled sword technique in the world! Ever since she realized this new sword technique, there was someone beside her who was practicing with her, but she could never see this person's face clearly. The two of them have been practicing the Unparalleled Sword Art in the World, and their understanding has become more and more tacit, but they have never met the requirements of a gentle female voice. The gentle female voice hopes that they can become one. Later, the gentle female voice seemed to see the crux of the problem, and asked them to practice the Heaven-Breaking Sword Art separately and continue to understand the Heaven-Breaking Sword Art. As time passed, Ye Feiran realized that the Ten Thousand Swords Guizong was to control thousands of swords at the same time, and finally merged into one sword, which was naturally very powerful. Then, the screen flashed, and she saw the little girl in the screen again. No, the little girl had now become a tall and graceful girl. She turned around slowly, and when Ye Feiran was about to see her face, the scene in front of him turned into a cave wall full of sword marks. Looking at the cave wall in front of him, Ye Feiran couldn't come back to his senses and couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams. The next moment, the little kid's excited voice rang in his ears, "Woman, you are finally back. I thought you were going to stay in the realm of selflessness forever." Its excited voice contained a trace of lingering fear. If Ye Feiran really stayed in the state of selflessness and couldn't get out, it didn't know how to wake her up. Hearing the little kid's voice, Ye Feiran finally came to his senses, and his voice was a little hoarse as soon as he spoke, "Tata, am I dreaming back to my previous life?"
March, early spring. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou. The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds. The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder. It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world. ,. Blood-colored rain, with sadness, falls into the mortal world. The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood. The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering. The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate. The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now. Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking. Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind. The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness. The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them. There, a figure was lying down. This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were torn and covered with dirt, and he had a broken leather bag tied around his waist. The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature. But even though the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like an eagle. Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, observing the surroundings vigilantly from time to time. It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky. The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity. After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog. ,,. ,.
