The referee found Feng Gui among the ruins and asked directly, "Feng Gui, can you fight again?" Feng Gui raised his head with difficulty and glanced at Ye Feixuan, then said, "I lost, thank you little girl for showing mercy." As soon as these words came out, the cultivators around him were shocked again, and the little girl actually showed mercy. "The little girl wins!" After the referee announced the result, the other two ghost cultivators had also come to their senses and immediately stepped forward to lift Feng Gui down and treat his injuries. Since the arena was destroyed, a new arena had to be prepared, so the competition was postponed. Ye Feixuan also took the opportunity to restore her Yin Qi. Here, after Feng Gui's injury recovered a little under the influence of the elixir, the two ghost cultivators immediately asked, "Brother Feng, are you underestimating the enemy?" "Ahem... No, this little girl hides her secrets. Her strength is above the peak of the Mahayana. You must not underestimate her, and it is best to use your full strength from the beginning." Feng Gui told his guess, and then he continued to heal. The two ghost cultivators looked at each other, half-convinced, but felt that there was no need for Feng Gui to lie to them, so they unanimously decided to use all their strength from the beginning when they took the stage. At the same time, the news that a little girl, Ye Feixuan, defeated Yin Jiu and Feng Gui spread like wings throughout the Nightless City. As a result, even though the new arena hadn't been delivered yet, many practitioners were already surrounding it. Ye Feixuan was recovering her Yin Qi, while Ye Feiran and the others were quietly paying attention to the cultivators around them. After all, they might encounter them when they compete in the ring. The Lord of the City that Never Sleeps naturally also received the news. Her slender fingers tapped the table slowly, and then asked, "Dongfang, do you think the Heart Stone will eventually fall into the hands of this little girl?" Dongfang Lei raised his eyebrows, "Not necessarily, Yin San hasn't made a move yet." The Lord of the Nightless City's lips curled up slightly, "Then we'll see. Okay, let's go see Emperor Zun and Poison Master Murong again." Ye Murin and Murong Lingji naturally knew what was going on in the arena area. "These group matches are just for fun for Ah Xuan. It seems that she has been a little wronged." Murong Lingji said with a smile. Ye Murin took a sip of the spirit wine and said, "Her target is the Dark Heart Stone." The implication is that he is not aggrieved at all. "Haha... In this case, let City Master Feng bring out more treasures. Anyway, most of the normal ghost cultivators in Senluo Continent are hiding in the Nightless City. They must have a lot of treasures on their bodies." The reason why Murong Lingji said this was because there were too many treasures appearing in Senluo Continent, and there might be many that Ye Feixuan wanted. Ye Murin raised his eyes and glanced at Murong Lingji, "When did you start thinking about the Ye family?" "Ahem..." Murong Lingji coughed lightly, "Who knows that Han'er is a member of the Ye family." Ye Mulin's eyes were contemptuous. "Hey, even though your expressions are much richer now, you can't despise me. Although Han'er is a member of the Ye family of Canglan now, she will definitely be a member of the Ye family of God's Domain in the future. I am now trying to please the goddess and A-Xuan. The road to marriage will be smoother in the future." Murong Lingji didn't blush or breath when he said this, and looked like Ye Han also fell in love with him. Ye Mulin was not used to him, "Let's wait until you understand Ye Han's thoughts clearly!" Murong Lingji: "..." Still not brothers anymore? Is there such a thing as disastrous? At this time, the waiter informed that City Lord Feng and Dongfang Lei had come to see him again. m.biqubao.com Hearing this, the expressions of Ye Murin and Murong Lingji changed instantly, and they returned to their aloof looks of being distant from others. This time they were not turned away. City Lord Feng and Dongfang Lei were surprised for a while, but they were followed by happiness. On the way, Dongfang Lei did not forget to remind him, "City Lord, no matter what the Emperor Zun and Murong Poison Master put forward later, we must agree without hesitation." After hearing this, Lord Feng stopped and asked hesitantly, "What if we can't do what they asked for?" Dongfang Lei was slightly startled, "If you can't do it, just tell the truth. I'll do it for you." Lord Feng City still looked hesitant, so Dongfang Lei had no choice but to use his ultimate move. "City Lord, our phantom formation in the city that never sleeps really needs to be consolidated, otherwise it will be exposed soon, and then you won't even think about living a pure life." After hearing this, Lord Feng's face became firm, "Okay, I'll do as you say." Dongfang Lei suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. The next moment, Lord Feng City quietly added, "I was just teasing you." Dongfang Lei: "..." Okay, you are the city lord, I will tolerate it! When City Lord Feng and Dongfang Lei met Ye Murin and Murong Lingji, a new arena was moved in, and Ye Feixuan continued to defend the arena. When the two ghost cultivators at the peak of Mahayana saw that there were no practitioners on stage, one of them flew onto the stage. "I guessed that the old ghost came on stage. His strength is comparable to Feng Gui. I wonder if he was knocked off the stage by the little girl in just two moves?" Old ghost: "..." Is this idea getting a little too fast? Doesn't he want to lose face? However, he was depressed for a moment, then looked at Ye Feixuan seriously, and thought about what moves he would use to deal with her later. However, looking at Ye Feixuan, who looked as calm as ever, he directly released his contracted beast. A ghost snake, a holy beast. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, the old ghost actually released all the contracted beasts!" "I wonder if the little girl has a contracted beast?" Ye Feixuan glanced at the underworld snake, silently opened the underworld beast bag and released the underworld fox. When Ming Hu saw Ming Snake, a flash of disdain flashed in his eyes, and then he shouted directly, "Ouch..." The next moment, the underworld snake was lying on the ground, its body trembling. Practitioners around: "!!!" The little girl's contracted beast was as domineering as the little girl, and it defeated the old ghost's contracted beast with a roar. Old ghost: "..." If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have let it come out. It's really embarrassing! Looking at this scene, Ye Feiran raised his eyebrows slightly. Sure enough, the Netherworld is the world of ghost cultivators and underworld beasts! At the same time, she found a malicious gaze staring at her, but when she looked over, she found nothing. Ye Feiran frowned. She had never offended any cultivator in the City that never sleeps, so the owner of this hateful look must be someone from outside the City that never sleeps. But who is it? On the ring, the old ghost took a deep breath and looked up at the referee. Seeing that Ye Feixuan was ready, the referee announced, "The competition begins!" As soon as he finished speaking, the old ghost's figure turned into an afterimage and ran towards Ye Feixuan, and at the same time punched Ye Feixuan. It was obvious that he was a physical practitioner. Ye Feixuan put away her sword and faced him with a fist. The two fists collided, and both Lao Gui and Ye Feixuan looked at each other in surprise. Next, they staged a wonderful close-quarters fight, which made everyone tremble with fear. Han Xize squeezed next to Ye Feiran and asked in a low voice, "Little Ye Zi, will A-Xuan win?"
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. ,,. ,.
