In the meeting hall, everyone looked at each other, what a turn of events! In the past, it was the disciples who competed, and they, the old guys, selected the disciples who stood out, but now it is them, the old guys, who compete, and the one who stands out is the upright master! However, they are willing to do so. Regardless of their reactions, Chu Ci directly pulled Ye Feiran towards the competition ground at the sect's main peak. Ye Feiran hesitated for a moment, then said, "Ancestor, wouldn't this be bad?" Ahem... She was actually quite upset that she had gone to such great lengths for one of her disciples and hurt the harmony among the seniors. Chu Ci guessed Ye Feiran's thoughts at a glance and chuckled, "Haha... Don't think too much, Aran, they are happy with it!" Hearing this, Ye Feiran said nothing more, otherwise it would appear that she was being pretentious. Everyone followed Chu Ci's footsteps. Before the competition even started, the smell of gunpowder smoke began to fill the air between them. Who wouldn't want to treat Ye Feiran as master and disciple in an upright manner? In the competition arena, Chu Ci had already pulled Ye Feiran to sit down, and then asked the sect leader to make arrangements. "There are two arenas, whoever successfully defends the arena will get these two places!" Chu Ci said. This method is simple and direct! After the sect leader Ke Duzhong made the arrangements, he went to sit next to Chu Ci, and Meng Li did the same. The First Pill Immortal Wenxi glanced at the people around him and said with a smile, "I won't argue with you anymore." She is an alchemist, and her fighting ability is almost at the bottom, so she doesn't want to be embarrassed on stage. What's more, because she was previously entangled with Xia Lingqing about whether to compete with Xia Lingqing for her apprentice, she thinks it is a good idea to have a master-disciple relationship in private. Hearing this, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they all thanked each other after coming back to their senses. After all, there was one less competitor. "Thank you Wenxi!" When Wen Xi walked to sit next to Meng Li, Wang Zezhi, the No. 1 Sword Immortal, stepped onto the first stage, while Rong Yue, the No. 1 Music Immortal, stepped onto the second stage. Everyone: "!!!" Damn it, who doesn’t know that the two most powerful people in the Xuantian Immortal Sect are Wang Zezhi and Rong Yue, so how can they rob them? After coming back to his senses, Fire Peak Lord Kong Yu said quietly, "Wangzezhi and Rongyue are indeed very powerful in combat, but we are not bad either, so they may not be able to defend until the end." Ice Peak Master Lan Xueluo was not sure, "But they are brave enough to be the first to step into the ring, so they must know it well." "No matter what the situation is, you have to go out and fight for it. It's best to win. It doesn't matter if you lose. After all, you are the master of that girl Ye Feiran." Wei Tai'an, the master of Tufeng, said calmly. Chu Ci listened to their discussion and kept a smile on his lips. Seeing that the time was almost up, he said, "Let's start!" Compared to some people's petty thoughts, Lei Peak Master Mo Yinnan and Feng Peak Master Si Jue also wanted to leave a strong impression on Ye Feiran, so they immediately flew to the competition stage to challenge. Mo Yinnan challenged Wang Zezhi, and Si Jue challenged Rong Yue. Their eyes met, and the smell of gunpowder smoke was extremely strong! Chu Ci glanced at them and then said, "The sect still has many things to do, so just go ahead and use your special skills!" The implication is equivalent to telling them to decide the outcome with one move. Everyone was slightly stunned, but they also thought this was a good idea! As a result, a powerful energy burst out from the four people in the ring at the same time, and a terrifying pressure also spread towards each other. Mo Yinnan narrowed his eyes slightly and moved his hands quickly. Complex seals slowly formed between his hands. The next moment, a light ball was formed in his hand, and the wisps of thunder and lightning inside made a sizzling sound. At the same time, the sky also changed at this moment, with dark clouds, lightning and thunder. Soon, everything was pitch dark, and only lightning could allow everyone to see everything around them clearly. Ye Feiran divided his consciousness into two parts, one focusing on the situation in the first arena, and the other focusing on the situation in the second arena. She could see that Mo Yinnan was obviously controlling thunder and lightning. At the same time, Wang Zezhi finally moved, and he quickly made complex seals with his hands, and then a giant sword formed behind him. Wang Zezhi's spiritual power is also of the thunder attribute, so what he condensed with his spiritual power is a purple giant sword, and the sword body is also flashing with wisps of thunder and lightning. Whether it was Mo Yinnan's ball of light or Wang Zezhi's giant sword, they all exuded a terrifying aura. After all, this was a competition between two powerful Immortal Emperors. Chu Ci immediately put up a protective shield, otherwise with Ye Feiran's current cultivation level, his energy and blood would definitely be surging. "Thunder and lightning!" Mo Yinnan shouted, and the thunder and lightning that had been brewing in the sky struck down at Wangzezhi. "Thunder Sword!" Wang Zezhiye shouted, and the purple giant sword rushed towards the lightning. "Boom!" The two attacks collided with each other, making a deafening sound, and the entire Sect Master Peak also shook. If the protective shield had not been put in place, and the defensive formation on the Sect Master Peak, the entire Sect Master Peak would probably have collapsed. Of course, there is not a single crack in this competition stage, also because they are extraordinary. This situation naturally attracted the attention of others, but because there would be competitions on the sect leader's peak from time to time, everyone just took one look at it and went off to do what they had to do. They never thought that the senior officials of the Xuantian Immortal Sect were trying to compete for Ye Fei. Compete with the upright master. However, there are also people who watch the battle secretly, hoping to gain some insights from it. Mo Yinnan's lightning ball of light and Wang Zezhi's thunder sword faced each other. The ball of light did not shrink, and the sword did not show any cracks. It seemed that they were comparable. Chu Ci glanced at Ye Feiran and asked with a smile, "Aran, who do you think will win?" "Disciple I don't know." Ye Feiran shook her head. She had never known the big shots in the Xuantian Immortal Sect, so she didn't dare to draw conclusions easily now. Chu Ci smiled and did not force Ye Feiran. In fact, she felt that Ye Feiran already had the answer in his heart. In the ring, Mo Yinnan continued to control thunder and lightning, and lightning struck the giant sword one after another, while Wang Zezhi also continued to input spiritual power into the giant sword. "Crack!" When Mo Yinnan controlled ten powerful lightning strikes on the giant sword in succession, the size of the lightning ball condensed in his hand finally began to shrink, while there was still no crack on the giant sword behind Wangze. biqubao.com "Tsk, it seems that Wang Zezhi's challenge was successful!" "Oh, actually I quite want Mo Yinnan to defeat Wang Zezhi, so Wang Zezhi can only challenge Rong Yue." "such a pity!" As expected, Mo Yinnan was quickly defeated. The size of the lightning ball in his hand continued to shrink, and finally shattered, but Wang Zezhi's giant sword remained the same as before. After the lightning ball shattered, the dark clouds in the sky also dispersed. "puff!"
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. ,,. ,.
