Ye Feiran had just arrived on the eighth floor for a while, and Ye Han also came. "Ran'er!" "aunt!" After the two aunts and nephews said hello, they began to look at the eighth floor of Thousand Fantasy Tower. It was still very simple. There were only three portals, namely competition, challenge and experience. Ye Feiran raised her eyebrows slightly and directly chose to compete with this portal. However, before entering the portal, a mechanical voice came into her ears. "Participants are requested to truthfully provide their cultivation level, occupation and professional level." Hearing this, Ye Feiran blinked his eyes, wondering what would happen if he lied! The next moment, the mechanical voice sounded again, "The liar made fun of the qualifications to enter the portal." Ye Feiran: "..." Could it be that the owner of this mechanical voice knows how to read minds? However, she didn't detect any spiritual detection, so it was just a coincidence. Ye Feiran provided the cultivation level, occupation and professional level, and the person was sent to a square through the portal, followed closely by Ye Han. I saw a competition stage in the center of the square, and in the center of the stage stood an expressionless puppet, who should be the referee of the competition. Surrounding the square are Le Xiu disciples of different levels. Among these disciples are the outer disciples of the Xuantian Immortal Sect and the disciples from the Thousand Illusion Pagoda. As for these disciples, they should be from the fantasy world. Of course, everyone can distinguish the outer disciples of Xuantian Immortal Sect from the disciples in Thousand Fantasy Tower at a glance. At the same time, each Le Xiu has a line of shining golden characters on his head, representing their cultivation level, profession and professional level. However, these characters can only be seen by the puppet in the center of the competition stage. This is naturally to facilitate his arrangement of the competition. Of course, people in front of the water mirror can also see these words. Therefore, when they saw that Ye Feiran's cultivation level was in the middle stage of Immortal Saint, everyone looked shocked. "Middle stage Immortal Saint? No, isn't Ye Feiran the peak Immortal?" "She hid her cultivation. She probably encountered some opportunity in the secret realm of the spirit void in the Monster Kiln. Her cultivation does not seem to be stable." "Tsk, this Ye Feiran has good luck. After a trip to the Lingxu Secret Realm, his cultivation level unexpectedly broke through from the peak of Immortal to the middle stage of Immortal Saint. This is something that many cultivators dream of!" "Yes, as the level increases, the strength will gradually become more stable." "Fortunately, Ye Feiran chose to join our Xuantian Immortal Sect. Otherwise, if we knew about her situation, we would regret it till our intestines turn green." Amid their discussions, Le Xiu's preparations for the competition began. The next moment, the area of the square suddenly began to increase, and the competition stage changed from one to ten, and the puppets also changed from one to ten. They looked exactly the same, and I don't know if they were clones? If it is a clone, then the puppet master who made this puppet is too powerful! The levels of musicians and divine musicians are divided into: junior, intermediate, advanced, master, grandmaster, saint, and god. Each level is further divided into small, medium, and dacheng. The puppets are also classified according to the level of the music cultivator. Arrange a competition. Among the outer disciples of the Xuantian Immortal Sect, there is currently only one music master who has entered the music cultivator, but his level is only an intermediate level. Therefore, both Ye Feiran's opponents and Ye Han's opponents are both disciples of the Thousand Fantasy Tower, and They have the same cultivation level and the same level of Kagura master. Seeing his opponent, Ye Feiran raised his eyebrows slightly. This Thousand Fantasy Tower was indeed interesting. From this look, it was an excellent place for training. She had a hunch that by staying in the Thousand Illusion Tower for three months, her cultivation in the middle stage of Immortal Saint would be much more stable. When Ye Feiran was sizing up his opponent, his opponent was also sizing her up. When Ye Feiran's consciousness moved and Wangyouqin appeared in her hand, her opponent also had a guqin in her hand. She stood holding the qin in her arms, and the whole body of the guqin was glowing with light. The next moment, she raised her eyes to look at Ye Feiran and said softly, "Qian Huan, please give me some advice!" As her voice fell, the disciples from Qianhuan Pagoda on Ye Han's competition stage next door also introduced themselves. "Qian Huan, please give me some advice!" Hearing this, the corner of Ye Feiran's mouth twitched slightly. He was worthy of being a disciple of the illusion in the Thousand Illusion Tower. Even his name was the same. "Ye Feiran, please give me some advice!" "The competition begins!" As the puppet referee's voice fell, the ten disciples on the competition stage moved at the same time. The same is true for Ye Feiran and her opponent Qian Huan. Between the two of them, you were singing and I was singing, you were attacking and I was defending, you were chasing after me, and for a moment it was impossible to tell who was superior or inferior. Ye Feiran hadn't met a Kagura master of the same level for a long time, so he had a strong fighting spirit, and so did Qian Huan. At the same time, the two of them also attracted all the music cultivators from the Xuantian Immortal Sect in front of Shui Jing, including naturally the number one music immortal Rong Yue. However, Rong Yue divided her mental power into three parts and paid attention to the situation of Ye Feiran, Ye Han and outer disciple Jiang Shanyu respectively. The number of divine musicians in the cultivation world has always been relatively small, so since they chose to join the Xuantian Immortal Sect, she had to check their situation. Whether they could meet her requirements was another question. After a battle, both Ye Feiran and Qian Huan understood that their musical skills were comparable, so they could only compete with their mental strength. The two nightmare beasts looked at each other, and the two pairs of blue eyes also looked at each other. The next moment, the two launched spiritual attacks at the same time. Qian Huan's mental power turned into a sharp arrow and shot towards Ye Feiran, while Ye Feiran's mental power turned into a sharp sword to meet him. boom! There was a silent collision, and Ye Feiran's spiritual sword instantly chopped into pieces Qian Huan's spiritual arrow. Qian Huan's brain immediately felt a twinge of pain, and her eyes looked at Ye Feiran in disbelief. The next moment, her whole body turned into dots and disappeared. This scene proves that she is the one who created the illusion of Thousand Illusion Towers, and also proves Ye Feiran's ability as a master-level Kagura master. After Qian Huan dissipated, Rong Yue couldn't help but sigh, "Ye Feiran's mental power is so strong!" As a senior member of the Xuantian Immortal Sect, everyone knows that the people created by the illusion of Thousand Illusion Towers are actually a little stronger than people of the same strength. "I wonder if she can challenge a successful holy-level divine musician?" one of the Lexiu elders said, while his eyes fell on Rong Yue. Rongyue, the number one music fairy in the fairy world, is a holy-level divine musician. However, she is a complete holy-level divine musician and is infinitely close to a divine-level divine musician. Rong Yue raised her eyebrows slightly, feeling unsure, "We'll find out when Ye Fei Ran enters the challenge portal." Challenge... Ye Feiran, as a master-level Kagura master and obviously at Dacheng level, naturally can only challenge a Saint-level Kagura master. Qianhuan Pagoda will prepare three challenge opponents for Ye Feiran, all of whom are holy-level Kagura masters, but they are divided into Xiaocheng, Zhongcheng and Dacheng. If Ye Feiran fails to challenge the holy-level Xiaocheng Kagura Master, the remaining two opponents will not appear. "Ye Feiran wins!" When the puppet referee declared Ye Feiran the winner, Ye Feiran was sent back to the eighth floor of Thousand Fantasy Tower, and the portal of the competition was closed to her. Ye Feiran looked at the two portals of challenge and experience, and after thinking about it, he chose the experience portal. Rong Yue and the elders Le Xiu: "..." Why did she choose to practice? Now they want to see her challenge a holy Kagura master!
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. ,,. ,.
