Ye Feiran and Meng Zhitong came to the main hall where the guests gathered. After a greeting, Pei Yu immediately gave Ye Feiran the thunderbolt core. "Aran, this is one of the thank-you gifts given to you by the Shan family." Seeing the lightning strike the wood core, the smile on Ye Feiran's face was extremely bright. Regarding her unabashed happiness, Pei Yu felt helpless for a while, while Ancestor Shan and the head of the Shan family looked at each other with doubts in their hearts. Could it be that Ye Feiran really wanted lightning to strike the wood core, rather than Xuantian Immortal Sect wanting lightning to strike the wood core? However, Pei Yu gave Ye Feiran the lightning strike core in front of them, maybe for the sake of face, and then Ye Feiran took out the lightning strike core in private. Ye Feiran didn't care what they thought and carefully put away the lightning-struck wooden core. The next moment, she didn't know what she thought of, and asked quietly through the voice transmission, "Senior Bai, you don't have to look for lightning to strike the wood core anymore, right?" Bai Ju: "..." How is this possible? However, he didn't say a word because he believed Ye Feiran could understand the meaning of his silence. Ye Feiran: "..." Okay, she got it. Therefore, she may need more than one copy of the treasures she found earlier. Alas, can she give up now? Thinking of this, she was actually quite excited. After all, she had a lot of treasures in her hands, and she didn't seem to need the candle of the past. So she silently sent a message to Ye Mulin. "Mu Lin, do you think I can give up the candle of the past?" Ye Murin was also speechless for a while, "You have put in so much before, and Ran'er wants to give up all your efforts? What if this is not something you gave up just because you said you wanted to give up?" Hearing this, Ye Feiran raised his eyebrows slightly, thinking about it. She felt that Ye Murin's last words had a profound meaning, but he didn't seem to want to say them. Alas, in this case, we can only continue. However, she couldn't always search hard by herself. She felt that Bai Ju, Bian Hua and Netherworld Wisp also had to contribute. What's more, she will probably stay in the Xuantian Immortal Sect most of the time, so the task of searching the entire immortal world will be left to them. At the same time, Ancestor Shan also took out the prepared thank you gift. "Miss Ye, this is a thank you gift for you. In addition, if Miss Ye needs any help in the future, just ask. After all, life-saving grace cannot be repaid with just a thank you gift." In fact, Ancestor Shan told the story after he returned to his family. The whole family was surprised that someone could cure a cultivator who had gone crazy. Therefore, they didn't say anything else. They always believed that they could never offend a person who could cure someone who was possessed by an obsession, because no one could be sure that no one would become an obsession after they secluded themselves. And if you make good friends with Ye Feiran, you might get unexpected rewards. After all, others must have the same idea as their hidden Shan family, and they will never offend Ye Feiran. Ye Feiran accepted the thank you gift generously, but did not view it in public. In response, Ancestor Shan and Family Master Shan looked at Ye Feiran again. In addition, Ancestor Shan also gave Pei Yu a separate gift of thanks for letting Ye Feiran take action. Naturally, Pei Yu accepted it readily and even checked it in person. "As expected of a reclusive single family, I like this thank you gift." Immediately afterwards, he kept the thank you gifts he needed and gave all the rest to his four direct disciples. Ancestor Shan and Family Master Shan just looked at this scene with a smile, but they were actually a little surprised in their hearts. They were surprised that Pei Yu, a bastard, was so kind to his direct disciple. After distributing the thank-you gifts, Pei Yu waved to the four disciples to leave. He had something to discuss with Ancestor Shan and the head of the Shan family. Ye Feiran returned to his dormitory and immediately checked the thank you gift from the Shan family. It is indeed very rich! There are two spiritual stone veins alone, two top-grade spiritual veins, several mysterious crystals, a lot of materials for forming formations, and various aged medicinal materials. In addition, they actually prepared spiritual tea and spiritual fruits. Ye Feiran threw the Najie to Little Butt and asked him to sort it carefully, then picked up a spiritual fruit and gnawed it. "Hey, this spiritual fruit is pretty good, let's plant some too." Then, she did not forget to distribute some spiritual tea and spiritual fruits to Master Pei Yu and three senior brothers and sisters. After Gu Jingchen and the other three received it, they did not forget to give Ye Feiran the meeting gift they had made up for. Ye Feiran said nothing and accepted it readily. No matter what it is, it is still a wish of the senior brothers and sisters. If she accepts it, they will not always worry about it. In the following time, Ye Feiran did not continue to learn formations. He either watched the competition between the favored son of the hidden family and the favored son of the sect, or went on stage to compete with them in person. At the same time, the Fengyun Team 3 and other friends also came out one after another, and then they finally got together. During this period, Ye Feiran and Ye Feixuan also found time to practice the Unparalleled Sword Art in the World, and their tacit understanding was as good as before. On this day, two sisters, Xuanyuan Ruhua and Xuanyuan Jinghua, approached Ye Feixuan and Ye Feiran. "Two fellow Daoists Ye, we are ready, can we compete?" Xuanyuan Ruhua said straight to the point. Ye Feixuan and Ye Feiran looked at each other, nodded at the same time, "Okay!" Seeing them agree so readily, Xuanyuan Ruhua and Xuanyuan Jinghua were both happy. Ye Feixuan glanced at them, raised her eyebrows and said, "I prefer competitive competitions, what about you?" Hearing this, Xuanyuan Ruhua and Xuanyuan Jinghua twitched their mouths at the same time. Although they were recuperating during this period, they had also been inquiring about Ye Feiran and Ye Feixuan. Naturally, they knew that every competition between them was important. Set up a jackpot. Therefore, they were well prepared. "How about two top-quality spiritual veins?" Xuanyuan Jinghua said. "good!" Ye Feixuan and Ye Feiran didn't have any objections. No matter what it was, as long as it had a lucky draw, they could also get two top-quality spiritual veins. Because there were currently people competing in all the competition arenas, they waited under one of the competition arenas. While waiting, the news that the four of them were going to compete in a competition also spread, and in a short period of time, the entire Xuantian Immortal Sect knew about it. Suddenly, the disciples of the ten hidden families gathered at the competition ground, as did the disciples of the Xuantian Immortal Sect. The figures of Patriarch Xuanyuan and the head of Xuanyuan Family also appeared, followed by the First Sword Immortal Wang Zezhi. "Master!" Ye Feiran and Ye Feixuan saluted at the same time. Wang Zezhi nodded slightly, and then asked through a message, "I haven't taught you the double sword technique yet, do you have confidence?" In fact, Wang Zezhi was still very depressed. He hoped that Ye Feiran would come to Wangyue Peak to learn swordsmanship from him as soon as possible. Ye Feiran and Ye Feixuan looked at each other, smiled and nodded, "Yeah!" Wang Zezhi's eyebrows raised slightly, "Since you are confident, I will also find a way to let the elders of the hidden Xuanyuan family come up with something." Hearing this, Ye Feiran and Ye Feixuan looked at each other, their hearts filled with curiosity. It must not be easy to make Master Wang Zezhi miss him. Ye Feiran rolled his eyes and asked with a smile, "Master, what kind of lottery is it?"
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. ,,. ,.
