Seeing this scene, many practitioners couldn't help but swallow their saliva. This female Taoist friend is also a ruthless person and should not be messed with! But at the same time, many of the cultivators present who were defeated by Feng Song, as well as their companions, were extremely excited at this moment. If they weren't worried about Fengsong's identity, they would all want to shout loudly. The referee on the side was anxious, but Fengsong did not admit defeat. He could not do anything but pray in his heart that Jiang Yinghan would stop quickly. At the same time, Fengsong's followers also quickly ran to fetch reinforcements. Ye Feiran glanced at the back of Fengsong's follower, but did not stop him. She also wanted to see how City Lord Feng would deal with it? Who allowed Ye Mulin, a big backer, to make them arrogant! In the end, Jiang Yinghan beat Feng Song to death before kicking him off the ring. "This female Taoist friend wins!" The referee quickly announced the result, and then quickly arranged for people to carry Feng Song back for treatment. Jiang Yinghan also silently walked aside to recover her spiritual power and heal her injuries. Yun Chen, Tang Mengtong and Lu Yingzhou protected her. Seeing three equally young cultivators at the peak of transcending tribulation protecting Jiang Yinghan, the cultivators around him couldn't help but begin to guess their identities. "Which force outside is this disciple of?" "With his age, he is definitely the pride of heaven!" "From this point of view, it is no wonder that they are not afraid of offending Fengsong. No matter how united the city is, it may not be able to defeat a few big forces or big families united, right?" At this time, Ye Feiran noticed the resentful gaze again, but when she looked over, she found nothing. Ye Feixuan noticed something strange about her and asked, "What's wrong?" Ye Feiran frowned, "I noticed a malicious look." Hearing this, Ye Feixuan also carefully paid attention to the cultivators around her, but she couldn't see anything. "Don't worry, sooner or later the truth will be revealed." Ye Feiran nodded, she naturally understood this truth, otherwise she would have let the mutated nine-leaf red branch stare at it when she first discovered it. Then, she sent a message to Ye Feixuan, "Axuan, this city that never sleeps is not suitable for you to consolidate your cultivation. Do you want to go back to the Netherworld first?" Ye Feixuan was startled for a moment, then looked at Ye Feiran with aggrieved eyes, "Are you driving me away?" The corner of Ye Feiran's mouth twitched slightly, and then he rolled his eyes, "I don't mean that. You can come back to me at any time when your cultivation has been consolidated." Ye Feixuan smiled, "But A Ran, did you forget something?" Ye Feiran: "???" What did she forget? Ye Feiran's sudden dazed look was particularly cute. Ye Feixuan couldn't help but reach out and pinch her face before saying, "I can't find any opponents to spar with when I go back to the Netherworld, because they have all ascended." Ye Feiran was slightly startled, it seemed so, but she didn't feel embarrassed at all, no one was confused yet. Ye Feixuan knew that she was thinking about herself, so she continued, "I have already thought about it. When the time comes, I can also consolidate my cultivation with Shenjun Murong and the ancient three-legged Golden Crow." As soon as these words came out, Ye Feiran immediately clapped his hands and said, "Yes, yes, I didn't even think of this." Ye Feixuan smiled and said, "But when the time comes, I need you to tell the Lord of the Night Territory. As long as the Lord of the Night Territory agrees, then there will be no problem." Ye Feiran nodded, "I'll take care of this." After Jiang Yinghan recovered her spiritual power and healed her injuries, someone immediately came on stage to challenge her. Jiang Yinghan fought well and successfully defended. Seeing that no one was looking for trouble, Ye Feiran asked Ye Feixuan and the others to watch here, and she and Situ Yu went to Arena No. 7 next door. Arena No. 7 is an alchemy arena. It is different from other arenas. It is just a competition, but the purpose is to find excellent alchemists in the competition, and then the Nightless City will ask these excellent alchemists to refine some of the elixirs they need. Of course, it would be even better if there were alchemists willing to stay in the City that never sleeps or supply elixirs to the City that never sleeps for a long time. When Ye Feiran and Situ Yu walked over, the surroundings of Arena No. 7 were still quiet, and the fragrance of elixirs wafted from the alchemy furnaces where people were already on the arena. This competition should be over soon. Sure enough, after a stick of incense, the referee came out to announce the result. "The results of this arena competition are out. The first place is Alchemist Feng, the second place is Alchemist Xu, and the third place is Alchemist Zheng." The referee paused and his voice suddenly rose, "Then it's time to award the awards." As soon as these words came out, the surrounding cultivators pricked up their ears and stared at the referee. Compared to other arenas where the winning numbers are known early on, the alchemy arena is known at the end, so not only the top three alchemists who win are looking forward to this moment, but others are also looking forward to it. The referee looked around and then continued, "The first place has three thousand-year-old medicinal plants, the second place has two thousand-year-old medicinal plants, and the third place has one thousand-year-old medicinal plant." Then, he turned to look at the three alchemists, "At that time, you can choose the thousand-year-old medicinal materials you want in Baicao Pavilion." For a moment, the alchemists in the audience looked at the three alchemists on the stage with envy, selecting the thousand-year-old medicinal materials they wanted! Regarding this, Ye Feiran was also a little surprised. If she chose by herself, she might be able to pick medicinal materials that were not available in her mysterious space! biqubao.com "Situ, I'm going to take part in the next round of alchemy competition, how about you?" "I will also participate." Situ Yu said immediately. On the one hand, she was also curious about what medicinal materials could be selected in the Baicao Pavilion in the Nightless City. On the other hand, alchemy was also a way to consolidate her cultivation. The surroundings were noisy, with everyone discussing the alchemy competition just now, while Ye Feiran and Situ Yu stood quietly among the crowd, waiting for the next round of the arena competition to begin. During this period, Ye Feiran did not forget to send a message to her friends. She and Situ Yu participated in the alchemy competition in the No. 7 arena. Hearing her voice transmission, Han Xize and the others looked over one after another, and then looked away again. They were so close, so they would take care of them if anything happened. The waiting time was not long, and soon the referee appeared on the ring again, and the noisy venue instantly became quiet. Some alchemists who were preparing to compete were still a little anxious. "A new round of alchemy competition will be held soon. Although this method of fighting in the competition has been mentioned many times, I still have to say it again." After all, who knows if there are new alchemists ready to compete. "In order to be fair and consistent, we will distribute the alchemy furnaces uniformly, and we will provide medicinal materials and set questions. There are three questions in total, and the top three will be the winners, and they will receive our mysterious rewards. As for what the rewards will be, we will announce them after the rankings are released." After a pause, the referee spoke again, "The arena competition begins now, and the participating alchemists can come up now!"
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. ,,. ,.
