Chapter 2061

Ye Feiran naturally believed in Ye Feixuan and nodded, "Of course, A-Xuan has also practiced body training." After hearing this, both Han Xize and Jiang Yinghan breathed a sigh of relief. They had nothing to worry about. As expected, the battle between Ye Feixuan and the old ghost seemed to be about the same, but if you look closely, you will find that the old ghost has many injuries, while Ye Feixuan has no injuries at all. Maybe not many people in the audience could see it, but the old ghost on the stage knew very well that this little girl didn't use her full strength. As for how much skill she used, he didn't know. However, he was grateful in his heart. Fortunately, Ye Feixuan knocked him off the ring without one or two moves, so he planned to fight until the Yin Qi was exhausted, so that he could at least save a little face. Ye Feixuan guessed what he was thinking. When the old ghost had no new moves, she suddenly smiled... Seeing this, the old ghost had a bad premonition in his heart. Did the little girl want to end it? The next moment, Ye Feixuan's moves suddenly became fierce, with a flurry of punches and kicks. The old ghost was helpless and could only watch as he was knocked off the ring. "boom!" There was silence all around. This little girl is so fierce, it's like you never know what she's going to do next, whether she's going to give it her all or not. The old ghost curled up with a look of pain on his face, and when his companions came to pick him up, he fainted with relief. m.biqubao.com "The little girl wins!" the referee announced silently. Two of the three peak Mahayana ghost cultivators were seriously injured in the competition, and the remaining one will not be on stage for the time being. Therefore, after Ye Feixuan recovered her yin energy, a person came to power. His cultivation was also at the peak of Mahayana, and he was a desperado in the city that never sleeps. "Feng Jinshui has also come to join in the fun. Although they are both at the peak of Mahayana, Feng Jinshui's strength is obviously higher than Yinjiu, Feng Gui and Lao Gui. I wonder if he is the little girl's opponent?" After Feng Jinshui came on stage, he said directly, "Little girl, I am trying my best, can you try your best?" This was not because he was confident that he could defeat Ye Feixuan, but because he simply wanted to know Ye Feixuan's true strength. Ye Feixuan smiled slightly, "The seniors have said so, so the juniors will naturally not refuse." "Hahaha... so refreshing!" Feng Jinshui laughed loudly, and then took out a big knife, a holy-level spiritual weapon. Ye Feixuan still uses a holy-level sword. After the referee saw that they were all ready, he announced, "The competition begins!" Following his voice, Feng Jinshui and Ye Feixuan moved at the same time. Ye Feixuan agreed, and naturally she would do it, so she directly used the Heaven-Breaking Sword Technique. The sword broke through the sky, not only directly smashing Feng Jinshui's sword into pieces, but Feng Jinshui was also knocked off the ring. Practitioners around: "!!!" Oh my God, one move! The little girl defeated Feng Jinshui with one move! Unbelievable! Feng Gui and Lao Gui, who had recovered a little from their injuries, looked at this scene. They were very glad that Ye Feixuan did not use all his strength to deal with them, otherwise they... would probably have died. At the same time, the remaining peak Mahayana ghost cultivator who had not yet come on stage couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, wondering whether he should go on stage or not? Because there is no need to look, he must have been knocked off the ring. Feng Jinshui on the ground covered her chest, vomiting blood, and looked at Ye Feixuan in disbelief. This little girl's strength is definitely above the peak of Mahayana, but it's just because Senluo Continent cannot ascend now. At the peak of Mahayana with such a young bone age, if possible... Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that he was ridiculous. The little girl was stronger than him. Why should he ask her to be loyal to the city that never sleeps? "Ahem...little girl, you are very strong!" Ye Feixuan cupped her hands and said, "Senior, I'm offended." As soon as these words came out, Feng Jinshui had a better impression of Ye Feixuan and planned to tell City Master Feng about Ye Feixuan later. Ye Feixuan likes the Dark Heart Stone, and maybe also the other treasures collected by the City that never sleeps. It would be a good idea to persuade her to become a guest of the City that never sleeps! The more Feng Jinshui thought about it, the more he thought it was feasible, so he immediately started healing. "The little girl wins!" the referee announced silently again. Feng Jinshui was defeated by Ye Feixuan with one move, and the practitioners who were about to make a move did not dare to go on stage. "We in the city that never sleeps don't have many peak Mahayana monks. Now the little girl has defeated four. Now we have to wait and see if Yin San will come?" "The little girl can defeat the second-ranked Feng Jinshui with one move, and she can definitely defeat Yin San, who is only slightly more powerful than Feng Jinshui." "Yin San is so face-conscious, I guess he won't come!" Everyone's guess was good. After Yin Jiu failed to defend the ring, Yin San had been paying attention to the situation on Channel 10. Feng Gui and Lao Gui lost, and he had no idea yet, but after Feng Jinshui was defeated with one move, he immediately gave up the idea of ​​going to the gym. He is a face-saving ghost. As for the Dark Heart Stone... let's see if we are lucky enough to encounter it again in the future! Time passed, and still no practitioner came on stage to challenge Ye Feixuan. Ye Feixuan looked taciturn again. The referee sighed softly in his heart and slowly appeared on the ring. "Are there any practitioners who want to challenge the little girl?" "If no cultivator challenges the little girl within half an hour, then this top-quality mind stone will belong to the little girl!" However, no matter what the referee said, no practitioner came on stage to challenge Ye Feixuan. The reason why the practitioners in the audience did not leave was because they wanted to see if Yin San would appear? As a result, half an hour passed, and Yin San did not appear, and no cultivator came on stage to challenge Ye Feixuan. The referee had no choice but to announce the result, "This top-quality Heart of Mind Stone belongs to the little girl." Ye Feixuan got the Dark Heart Stone and came down. Although the cultivators around her were greedy, they didn't dare to do anything rashly because they would most likely be killed by Ye Feixuan. At the same time, the referee has already begun to organize the next arena match. The person responsible for guarding the arena is still a ghost cultivator, but his cultivation is in the early stage of Mahayana. Ye Feixuan won't go on stage, and Ye Feiran and the others don't plan to stay in Arena No. 10 to watch the battle. However, when they left, many ghost cultivators secretly paid attention to Ye Feixuan, not for the Dark Heart Stone, but to know how to hide the ghost cultivator's aura and become like a spiritual cultivator. Feng Jinshui, who had recovered a little from his injuries, glanced at Ye Feixuan's back, then turned around and hurried back to find Lord Feng. "Little Ye Zi, I see that the battle in Arena No. 3 is fierce, why don't we go and take a look?" Jiang Yinghan suggested. "good!" The one currently guarding the No. 3 arena is a monk who has reached the peak of his calamity. The prize is a ten-thousand-year-old Ningshen flower. The group of people was not very interested in the Ningshen Flower, but was more interested in the peak-level monks guarding the tribulation. Ye Feiran watched the battle for a while and then said, "Yunchen, Yinghan, Tongtong, and Yingzhou, you can go on stage and challenge." "What if one of us succeeds in the challenge?" Tang Mengtong asked with raised eyebrows.

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. ,,. ,.