Shangguan Yujie flew into the air again, and then struck Ye Feiran with his sword. "Thunder and lightning!" "Sword Intent, that is the Sword Intent of Thunder! Oh my God, Shangguan Yujie actually understood the Sword Intent of Thunder!" Not only were the sword cultivators around him surprised, but the major sect forces, especially the Sword Immortal Sect, looked at Shangguan Yujie with even more intense eyes. He understands the meaning of the sword at such a young age, his future is boundless! Therefore, this Shangguan Yujie, they must seize the Sword Immortal Sect at all costs. Ke Duzhong couldn't help but said to Wang Zezhi, "Zezhi, this disciple of Shangguan Yujie, please think about it." Wang Ze was speechless for a while, "Why didn't the sect leader think about Ye Feiran?" Ke Duzhong was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes at Wang Zezhi regardless of his appearance, "It is a definite matter that Ye Feiran will join the Xuantian Immortal Sect. As for who she wants to become her teacher, I won't interfere. If you want to accept her as your teacher, I won't interfere." Disciples should each rely on their abilities." Qingwu and Rongyue on the side: "..." I don’t know which turtle bastard just said that he supports Ye Feiran’s all-round development? No matter what they thought, facing Shangguan Yujie's thunderous sword intention, Ye Feiran raised his head suddenly and faced it with a sword. "Frost!" Thunder and lightning collided with ice, and Shangguan Yujie and Ye Feiran simultaneously avoided the sword light coming from the other side. Next, the two exchanged more than a dozen moves, and Shangguan Yujie was at a disadvantage. After all, it had not been long since he realized the sword intention of thunder, and although Ye Feiran hid his cultivation, his real cultivation was in the middle stage of the Immortal Sage. In the end, Ye Feiran still used Frost, but Shangguan Yujie was hit by the sword light and fell from the air, "Poof!" Shangguan Yujie spit out a mouthful of blood, struggled to stand up, and then rushed forward again with his sword in hand. Ye Feiran's mouth twitched slightly, and he slashed down with his sword again, "Ice!" The next moment, Shangguan Yujie's body froze, and then he was fixed on the competition stage. Immediately afterwards, pieces of ice crystals condensed on the surface of his body at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, his entire body was frozen into an ice sculpture. After the attack was successful, Ye Feiran did not embarrass Shangguan Yujie. He loosened the sword mark in his hand and the ice crystals that had frozen Shangguan Yujie immediately melted away. Shangguan Yujie took a breath, quickly used his spiritual power to drive away the cold, then cupped his hands and said, "Miss Ye, I lost, thank you for your mercy." Ye Feiran nodded slightly, and when the referee announced the result, he put away the soul-stirring sword and flew down to the competition stage. Among this group of practitioners, there should be no more powerful swordsman than Shangguan Yujie. "Little Ye Zi, you are so awesome!" Lu Yingzhou looked excited, as if he was the one who won the competition. Ye Feiran smiled slightly, "Let's go!" "good!" Seeing Ye Feiran and Lu Yingzhou leaving, Shangguan Yujie also flew down from the competition stage and walked to Shangguan Yufeng. "Are you okay?" Shangguan Yufeng asked worriedly, giving him two pills at the same time. Shangguan Yujie swallowed two pills and then said, "It's okay. I will also compete with Ye Feiran in the future. I wonder which sect she will join?" Shangguan Yufeng nodded, "On the road to being strong, you should become stronger when you meet the strong. Meeting Ye Feiran is a good thing for you." Shangguan Yujie raised his eyebrows and then fell into deep thought. In front of the water mirror, people from the Sword Immortal Sect were already discussing how to recruit Ye Feiran and Shangguan Yujie. Other sect forces also had ideas and wanted to try to recruit them, just in case they succeeded! In the following time, the competition continued, but Ye Feiran no longer planned to participate in the competition. However, other friends have been participating in competitions and showing their best side. Soon, one month has passed, the competition is over, and the disciples in the intermediate and high-level monster area have also returned one after another. As soon as they came back, they gathered together non-stop, so Ye Feixuan, Yan Zheng, Ye Yuheng and others did not have the chance to join Ye Feiran and the others. The day before leaving the Monster Kiln, this group of disciples all stayed in their respective caves, but in fact they were very nervous, because as soon as they left the Monster Kiln tomorrow, they would soon know their rankings. This was a big deal. Important things about your future. Ye Feiran felt calm inside, but Yunchen and the others were not. In short, they were tossing and turning and couldn't sleep at all. m.biqubao.com At the same time, people from various major sects were also ready to recruit new blood, and at the same time they were secretly discussing how to recruit some of the most talented people like Ye Feiran. The next day, when the first ray of morning light appeared, the entire Demon Sealing City was in a state of boiling! One after another, cultivators came out of the cave and gathered in the main square of Demon Sealing City. After three years, they can finally leave the Monster Kiln, and they will soon know whether they can join the sect. Without further ado, the cultivators of the Demon Sealed City first sent the powerful figures from each major sect out of the monster kiln, and then sent the disciples from the mid- to high-level monster areas out of the monster kiln. Finally, it was Ye Feiran's turn. Among them, the big figures from the major sects have already arrived on the high platform of Hongyue City Square, because they will be recruiting disciples here today. The positions of the representatives of the ten major sects in the immortal world are naturally in the best positions. Each sect has two representatives. Surprisingly, when recruiting disciples this time, all the sect leaders of the ten major sects were present in person, and another representative figure was also a well-known presence in the sect. For example, Xuantian Immortal Sect, the representative figures are the sect leader Ke Duzhong and the first swordsman Wang Zezhi. Seeing the two of them, Puyang Duan, the leader of the Sword Immortal Sect, and Zheng Shanjing, the great elder, almost fell over. The Xuantian Immortal Sect was definitely planning to steal people from their Sword Immortal Sect again. Xiao Ruoyan, the leader of the Lexian Sect, was slightly relieved when he saw that the first Lexian Rongyue did not show up. However, thinking that Ye Feiran was also a sword cultivator, he couldn't help but glance at Wang Zezhi and the Sword Immortal Sect. No matter what, she must work hard to win over good seedlings. Bei Mingxi, the leader of Yushou Immortal Sect, also had a headache when he saw Xuantian Immortal Sect, Sword Immortal Sect and Lexian Sect, but no matter what, he had to work hard to win good seedlings. After the representatives of the ten major sects took their seats, representatives of other sect forces also took their seats. After everyone was seated, an old man also appeared in front of everyone. He was the great elder of the Alchemy Sect. Since it was still the Alchemy Sect's turn to guard the monster kiln, the matter was naturally presided over by the Alchemy Sect. At the same time, all the cultivators in the low-level monster area also came out of the monster kiln. Looking at these energetic disciples in front of him, a smile appeared in the eyes of the great elder of the Danxian Sect, and then the voice filled with spiritual power spread throughout the square. "Today is the day to leave the Monster Kiln. After three years of hard work, fighting, and experience, you have reached this point. I believe you have all made great progress. No matter what your ranking is, you are the pride of our fairy world." Although they entered the monster kiln in order to join the sect, they are still better than those cultivators who are greedy for life and afraid of death.
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. ,,. ,.
