Chapter 2233

Mo Yinnan vomited blood. Even if he was unwilling, he could only admit that he was defeated. "I lost!" Wang Zezhi cupped his hands and said, "Admit it!" Wang Zezhi took the time to restore his spiritual power and prepare to face the next challenger, while Mo Yinnan stepped down from the ring and quickly healed his injuries and restored his spiritual power. After all, he still had to challenge Rong Yue. Yes, according to the past rules, each of them has two opportunities to challenge, one is to challenge Wang Zezhi, and the other is to challenge Rong Yue. As for whether Wang Zezhi and Rong Yue will challenge for the second time, it depends on whether they can successfully defend the challenge. In the second arena, the battle between Rong Yue and Si Jue seemed to be milder. As a divine musician, Rong Yue is good at sound attacks and even better at mental attacks. Si Jue originally planned to use the speed of wind spiritual power to deal with Rong Yue's sound attack, but Rong Yue didn't give him a chance at all. A dream song directly plunged Si Jue into an illusion, but Rong Yue did not intend to let him slowly break through the illusion, but launched a mental attack. However, Si Jue is the Master of Feng Peak after all, and he is also a powerful Immortal Emperor. Although his mental strength is not as good as Rong Yue's, it is not bad. Therefore, he persisted until Mo Yinnan stepped off the competition stage. "Rongyue, I lost!" As soon as these words came out, the illusion was shattered. Si Jue endured the pain in his soul and smiled bitterly, "Rong Yue's dream song is getting stronger and stronger, and so are the mental attacks." Rongyue smiled slightly, "Admit it!" After Si Jue stepped off the competition stage, he immediately went to Wen Xi to exchange for a ninth-grade spiritual nourishing pill. Under the influence of the Nourishing Pill, his soul finally recovered as before, and then continued to restore his spiritual power. After all, he would still challenge Wang Zezhi then. While Wang Zezhi and Rong Yue were recovering and the others were discussing who would take the stage next, Chu Ci slowly spoke about the situation of the battle just now. "Aran, although I asked them to decide the outcome with one move, do you know that the Thunder Sword is not Wang Zezhi's strongest move." Ye Feiran blinked his eyes, with a curious look on his face, "Ancestor, please tell me." "Haha..." Chu Ci chuckled and continued, "Wangze's spiritual power is the thunder attribute, and he has continuously understood the thunder attribute sword intention, the sword's artistic conception, and even the sword domain. The combat power of the thunder attribute is already very strong, and it becomes even stronger with these insights, so you must learn Wang Zezhi's skills well. Of course, Wang Zezhi's abilities are more than that. His attainments and insights in swordsmanship are unmatched by anyone in the entire fairy world. Otherwise, your sister wouldn't have chosen to join his sect, would she? " Ye Feiran thought of Ye Feixuan, who had the memory of her previous life, and nodded clearly, "Ancestor, I understand." Chu Ci took a sip of tea and continued, "As for Rong Yue, Fantasy Song is indeed her strongest sound attack. It's not like Si Jue, a peak Immortal Emperor expert, who suddenly fell into a fantasy world. , and has been unable to break through the illusion. However, compared to Fantasy Song, Rong Yue has another stronger attack, and that is the mental power attack. biqubao.com Fantasia consumes a lot of mental power, but she can also take the opportunity to use mental power to attack, which shows how powerful her mental power is. Therefore, you should also know that the most important thing for a Kagura musician is to improve your spiritual power! " Ye Feiran nodded and responded calmly, "Yes, I will definitely improve my mental strength and practice music." At the same time, she also remembered the scroll of the ancient divine soul technique. She wonders how many words on the scroll she can read with her current mental power? Ancient Soul Technique, as the name suggests, should be a technique that can quickly improve mental power! Chu Ci naturally knew that Ye Feiran knew what was going on. She just took the opportunity to introduce the situation of Wang Zezhi and Rong Yue, and then continued to get closer to her. Next, the masters of each peak came on stage to challenge one after another, and all of them used their strongest moves. Therefore, Ye Feiran also saw various techniques, immortal weapons and artifacts, and gained a lot of insights. In every arena match, Chu Ci would briefly introduce their situation, so Ye Feiran also roughly knew what skills he would learn from his masters in the future. Although the victory was determined by one move, the arena match also lasted for two days and two nights. There was no suspense about the result. Naturally, the No. 1 Sword Immortal Wang Zezhi and the No. 1 Music Immortal Rong Yue succeeded in defending the challenge. They are indeed the two most powerful people in the Xuantian Immortal Sect! When everything was settled, Wang Zezhi and Rong Yue were naturally happy that they had achieved their wish, while the others were not so happy anymore and could only silently comfort themselves in their hearts that they were Ye Feinran's master after all. "Congratulations to Wang Zezhi and Rong Yueshou for their success." Chu Ci congratulated with a smile. Immediately afterwards, Chu Ci signaled everyone to return to the meeting hall. Since the apprenticeship meeting was next, Ye Feiran still stood alone in the center of the hall. "I see that you have prepared a meeting gift for Aran before, but isn't it a little too shabby?" Everyone: "???" No, wasn't their meeting ceremony very shabby? That's a big investment, right? However, they only dared to whisper in their hearts and did not dare to cheat. Ye Feiran naturally didn't think the greeting ceremony for masters was shabby, and subconsciously looked at Chu Ci to speak. But with one look from Chu Ci, she couldn't say a word. "A generous meeting gift can prove your status in their hearts, and more importantly, let them remember this at all times and teach you everything they can in the future." Chu Ci's words were directly transmitted to Ye Feiran. Ye Feiran: "..." In fact, it doesn’t have to be like this. It’s good that they are willing to give everything they have. However, in front of her ancestor, she had no right to speak at all. Chu Ci glanced at the people in the meeting hall and said slowly, "Although I won't argue with you, I have only met a disciple with the attribute of time after so many years, so I will naturally teach Aran everything. In this way, I will set an example and give Aran a greeting gift first. You can do whatever you want! " Everyone: "..." It seemed like they were going to bleed a lot today, but thinking of Ye Feiran's talent, they felt it was worth it. Chu Ci glanced at Ye Feiran, who instantly came back to his senses and respectfully bowed to her as a disciple. "Disciple Ye Feiran pays homage to the ancestor!" Although she will still call her "ancestor" in the future, Chu Ci has given her everything he has to teach her, and he is her master. With a smile on his face, Chu Ci waved his hand, and a ring floated in the hall. "Aran, this is my meeting gift for you!" After a pause, she said to the people in the palace, "You should also take a look." As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's consciousness began to look at the ring. At this sight, everyone was shocked. Even they couldn't help but envy, envy, and hate this ancestor's gift to Ye Feiran! However, Chu Ci's generous move also made them realize that Chu Ci valued Ye Feiran more than they imagined. Ye Feiran noticed the change in their expressions, and scanned Najie with his spiritual consciousness. The next moment, he looked stunned.

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. ,,. ,.