Ye Feiran was stunned for a moment, and then replied truthfully, "If you were like Ji Yilin, it would be easier and it wouldn't consume much mental energy." Pei Yu raised his eyebrows, surprised by Ye Feiran's strong mental power, but he would never tell the truth. "The master knows it well. If you show such a trick today, people from the Hidden World Family will definitely come looking for me or you. When the time comes, you can just blame the matter on my master. If you are willing to help, I will do my best to get you more rewards. " Ye Feiran felt a warm feeling in his heart and said quickly, "Thank you, Master!" She doesn't know much about the hidden family in the fairy world, so asking Pei Yu to deal with it is indeed the best way. Next, Pei Yu asked them one by one about their situation in the formation tower, and gave them some pointers before letting them go back. After Ye Feiran returned, he immediately went to the mysterious space, and then recalled the formations in the formation tower, especially the last killing formation on the seventh floor. Finally, Ye Mulin said, "Ran'er, try setting up the killing array on the seventh floor." Hearing this, Ye Feiran raised his eyebrows slightly, "Master Emperor, is there any other way to resolve the formation?" Ye Mulin: "Yes!" With Ye Mulin's help, the killing array on the seventh floor was recreated before his eyes. At this time, without Ye Murin's advice, Ye Feiran had already found a faster way to break the formation. "I see!" After coming back to his senses, Ye Feiran quickly asked, "Mu Lin, do you want to continue setting up the formation?" "No need, Ran'er has found the fastest way to break the formation." Ye Mulin said with a smile. Ye Feiran suddenly had a look of surprise on his face, "Really?" "Um!" At this time, Ye Feiran also understood why Ye Murin asked her to set up the formation. "Mu Lin, thank you!" Next, Ye Feiran simply let himself go and had a good sleep. After resting, she originally planned to continue studying with Pei Yu, but Pei Yu drove them away. "You can learn the formation slowly. You should go and watch the competition between the disciples of the Hidden World Family and our sect disciples first!" "good!" After the four people came down the mountain, they went straight to the Xuantian Immortal Sect's competition ground. The competition ground is very lively at the moment, and there are people on each competition stage squaring off and competing. "Tsk, the sisters Xuanyuan Ruhua and Xuanyuan Jinghua are so amazing!" "This is the first time I have seen such powerful swordsmanship sisters!" "Do you think Xuanyuan Ruhua and Xuanyuan Jinghua are more powerful, or Senior Sister Ye from Wangyue Peak?" "Xuanyuan Ruhua and Xuanyuan Jinghua are both in the middle stage of the Immortal Sage. Senior Sister Ye was at the peak of the Immortal before going into seclusion. As for who is more powerful, you will have to compete to find out. After all, Senior Sister Ye often succeeds in challenges beyond levels." "Xuanyuan Ruhua and Xuanyuan Jinghua made such a big noise, isn't it just to compete with Senior Sister Ye! It's a pity that Senior Sister Ye hasn't come out of seclusion yet." "I heard that the sisters of the Xuanyuan family are best at the double sword technique. Do they want to challenge Senior Sister Ye alone?" Listening to the discussion around him, Ye Feiran raised his eyebrows slightly, then lowered his voice and asked Meng Zhitong next door. "Second Senior Sister, is the hidden Xuanyuan family a family of swordsmen?" "Yes, it is said that Xuanyuan Ruhua and Xuanyuan Jinghua are the most evil disciples among the younger generation of their family." Meng Zhitong replied. After a pause, she continued, "However, I don't think they are any match for Senior Sister Ye." "Why?" Ye Feiran asked quietly. Meng Zhitong thought for a while and then said, "Senior Sister Ye feels very mysterious. She can create miracles even when everyone thinks there is no hope." Ye Feiran smiled and said nothing. Ahem... She also felt that Xuanyuan Ruhua and Xuanyuan Jinghua were no match for A Xuan. What's more, Ah Xuan's retreat this time is longer than expected. Maybe after the retreat is over, her cultivation will also break through to the middle stage of the Immortal Saint. As they talked, the four of them came to the competition stage where Xuanyuan Ruhua was. A new round of competition is about to begin, and Xuanyuan Ruhua’s opponent is Gu Xu. Xuanyuan Ruhua looked at Gu Xu, with a smile on her delicately made-up face, "Gu Xu, long time no see!" "Long time no see!" Gu Xu replied expressionlessly. Xuanyuan Ruhua didn't mind and asked straight to the point, "Gu Xu, do you know when the disciple of the First Sword Immortal Wang Xianjun will come out of seclusion? Both of us sisters want to witness her grace." "Really? Do you want to challenge her?" Gu Xu still said expressionlessly. Xuanyuan Ruhua choked immediately and glared at Gu Xu with her beautiful eyes, "Gu Xu, I haven't seen you for so many years, but you are still so vicious." "To be honest, I don't know when Junior Sister Ye will be released from seclusion. Can we start the competition now?" Gu Xu continued. Xuanyuan Ruhua didn't get the answer he wanted, and felt a little depressed. He took a deep breath and said, "That's it." "The competition begins!" As the referee's voice fell, Xuanyuan Ruhua and Gu Xu instantly fought with each other. Although the sword cultivator's fighting power was powerful, Gu Xu, as a law cultivator, was not bad either, and the battle was very fierce. At the same time, the head of the Gu family and the Xuanyuan family are also paying attention to their situation. Under the competition stage, the disciples of the Gu family and the Xuanyuan family were cheering for their own people. "A Jing, I think the sword cultivators of the Xuantian Immortal Sect are not very good, and now Gu Xu is asked to take action." Xuanyuan Feng couldn't help but say. Xuanyuan Jinghua smiled and said nothing. In the past few days, the two sisters have indeed challenged all the top swordsmanship disciples of the Xuantian Immortal Sect, and indeed no one is their opponent. But they even wanted to challenge Ye Feixuan, the direct disciple of the First Sword Immortal. This was the reason why the title of First Sword Immortal fell to their hidden Xuanyuan family that year. "A Feng, stop talking. This is the Xuantian Immortal Sect. It would be bad if others heard about it." Xuanyuan Ye said. Xuanyuan Feng was more afraid of Xuanyuan Ye, his eldest brother, but he couldn't help but mutter, "You're not allowed to tell the truth!" Xuanyuan Ye stopped scolding him and focused on watching the situation on the competition stage. At this time, Ke Ziming and Lu Yingzhou came together, and they stopped next to Ye Feiran. "Senior Brother Ke!" "Shadow boat!" "Little Leaf!" After saying hello, Lu Yingzhou silently sent a message to Ye Feiran, "Little Ye Zi, the Xuanyuan family is too arrogant. You come on stage to dampen their spirit. This is also the intention of the sect leader." Ye Feiran: "..." "Recently, the sword cultivators of the sect, including me, have really lost the sect's face." Lu Yingzhou continued. Ye Feiran raised his eyebrows slightly, "I think Senior Brother Gu will definitely win this competition." Lu Yingzhou raised his eyes and glanced at the competition stage, and agreed, "Second Senior Brother will indeed win, but Second Senior Brother is not a swordsman." "But the one they want to challenge is Ah Xuan. It's better to wait until Ah Xuan comes out of seclusion." Ye Feiran said. Lu Yingzhou stared at Ye Feiran for a while, frowned and asked, "Little Ye Zi, don't you want to go on stage to compete?"
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. ,,. ,.
