Chapter 2281

Xuanyuan Ruhua and Xuanyuan Jinghua looked at each other, and the two sisters instantly understood each other's thoughts. As a result, Xuanyuan Jinghua, who had recovered from his injuries and regained his spiritual power, raised his eyes to look at Ye Feiran and said, "Fellow Daoist Ye, I want to compete with you." As soon as these words came out, everyone was slightly stunned. At the same time, the disciples who knew Ye Feiran a little bit couldn't help but sigh, this Xuanyuan Jinghua is so powerful! God knows, Ye Feixuan and Ye Feiran's sword skills are comparable, so she is just looking for abuse! Ye Feiran smiled slightly, "Okay!" Xuanyuan Ye carried Xuanyuan Ruhua down to the competition stage to heal his injuries, while Xuanyuan Feng cheered Xuanyuan Jinghua. Lu Yingzhou rubbed his hands and said excitedly to Ye Feiran, "Little Ye Zi, you can defeat them with one move!" Hearing this, Ye Feiran raised his eyebrows slightly, "What if they can't bear the stimulation and go crazy?" "You can play the demon-suppressing song." Lu Yingzhou said immediately. "What if it doesn't work? And then I'm hated by the hidden Xuanyuan family. Will you save me?" Ye Feiran looked at Lu Yingzhou with a half-smile. The demon-suppressing song can be used to deal with monsters, and it can also wake up cultivators who have just fallen into a state of madness, but she really doesn't know what effect it will have on cultivators who have gone crazy. Lu Yingzhou: "..." No way? He thinks this is unlikely. "Ahem... I think Xuanyuan Ruhua and Xuanyuan Jinghua have good intentions." "No matter how good your character is, it is probably difficult to accept one after another in a short period of time, so let nature take its course!" Ye Feiran said. Naturally, she can also deal with Xuanyuan Jinghua with one sword, but now A-Xuan has defeated them with one move, and she wants to try using the sword of time to fight against them. "Okay!" Lu Yingzhou looked regretful. The reason why he had such an idea was firstly because of Ye Feiran's strength, and secondly because the hidden Xuanyuan family was really too arrogant before. Soon, Ye Feiran and Xuanyuan Jinghua stood on the competition stage. Although this competition stage is half broken, the referee still has no intention of replacing it, allowing it to exert its last value. "Xuanyuan Jinghua!" "Ye Feiran!" The two people bowed to each other, and the referee announced, "The competition begins!" Thinking that he had been defeated by Ye Feixuan before, Xuanyuan Jinghua did not hesitate to use the strongest attack from the beginning. She also flew into the air and raised her Changhong Sword to strike at Ye Feiran. "A sword makes a rainbow!" As the sword struck out, the sword energy quickly condensed into a fiery red dragon, and then it rushed towards Ye Feiran with its teeth bared. Ye Feiran held the Qingyou Sword in his hand, gathered his spiritual power, and faced him with a sword. "Time stands still!" As her voice fell, Xuanyuan Jinghua found that he could not move, and naturally the fire dragon formed by condensing her sword energy could not move either. Xuanyuan Ye and Xuanyuan Feng: "!!!" Time Sword Intent! Ye Feiran actually understood the sword intention of time! Ye Feiran seized the still time of this breath and directly smashed the fire dragon formed by the condensed sword energy. The fire dragon was gone, and Xuanyuan Jinghua was naturally injured. "puff!" She spurted out a mouthful of blood and looked at Ye Feiran with disbelief in her eyes. This is the sword intention of time! Although Ye Feiran didn't defeat her with one move, she seemed to have seen the result. Sure enough, with the second move, she was knocked off the competition stage. "Fellow Daoist Xuanyuan, I accept the concession!" Ye Feiran said. Xuanyuan Jinghua looked at Ye Feiran with a very complicated mood. There seemed to be no difference between being defeated by one move and being defeated by two moves, because her intuition told her that Ye Feiran was very likely to defeat her with one move. Xuanyuan Ruhua's healing is not over yet, but in this situation, even if she is done healing, she probably won't challenge Ye Feiran. In this way, the hidden Xuanyuan family lost its former arrogance, and Xuanyuan Ye and Xuanyuan Feng carried their sisters back to heal their wounds respectively. At the same time, Ye Feixuan and Ye Feiran were also surrounded by disciples of Xuantian Immortal Sect, blowing wave after wave of rainbow farts. Ye Feiran and Ye Feixuan smiled at each other. After they left, they went to watch other competitions. Lu Yingzhou originally wanted to follow them, but was pulled away by Ke Ziming. "Junior Sister Ye has just come out of seclusion. There must be a lot of whispers to Junior Sister, so you shouldn't disturb them." "oh!" As for Gu Jingchen, Meng Zhitong and Chen Mo, they had already watched other competitions with great interest. Ye Feiran and Ye Feixuan only watched one competition before the former received a message from Pei Yu. "Aran, please come back to the peak now." Ye Feixuan had just come out of seclusion, and it was the time to consolidate her cultivation, so she did not go back to the formation with Ye Feiran, but stayed to challenge the disciples of the hidden family who had the same cultivation level. Before going back, Ye Feiran suddenly remembered something and said with a smile, "Axuan, I heard that the disciples of the Hidden World Family have many treasures." Hearing this, Ye Feixuan immediately understood what Ye Feiran meant and said with a smile, "I know." It's fun to compete and learn from each other, so naturally you have to win. On the way back, Ye Feiran paid attention to the situation in the competition field. Except for Lu Yingzhou, he didn't see any familiar friends. It seems that everyone is busy practicing to improve their strength, but she hopes that they can put aside their practice temporarily to see the glory of the hidden family's proud son. Maybe God heard Ye Feiran's thoughts, and she met Yun Chen and Jiang Yinghan halfway. The two people held hands openly and walked towards the competition ground. "Yun Chen, Ying Han!" "Little Leaf!" When Jiang Yinghan saw Ye Feiran, he immediately threw away Yunchen's hand and rushed over. Yun Chen: "..." Everyone else forgets their friends when they see sex, but his Yinghan actually turns around and forgets sex when he sees friends! Ye Feiran looked at Jiang Yinghan and said with a smile, "Not bad, the aura has become stronger! However, cultivation is important, and competition and competition are also important. You guys should go to the competition field and have a look, and then we will find time to get together again. Master is looking for me now. " Jiang Yinghan originally had something to say to Ye Feiran, but after hearing her words, he quickly said, "Then go quickly!" When they separated, Jiang Yinghan still looked back three times every step of the way, making Yunchen even more depressed, but he didn't dare to say anything. Returning to the formation peak, Ye Feiran not only saw his master Pei Yu, but also the head of the hidden family Shan, as well as an old man with white hair and a childlike face and a man lying on a couch. "Master, Master Shan!" Ye Feiran bowed respectfully. Pei Yu nodded slightly, and then introduced, "Aran, this is the ancestor of the Shan family." "Senior!" Ye Feiran bowed respectfully again. "The unconscious man on the bed is the young master of the Shan family. He has been obsessed with it for five years. You showed your skills before, and both senior Shan and the head of the Shan family want you to try. Regardless of success or failure, the Shan family will express their gratitude. Ahem... The young master of the Shan family has a lightning strike wood core on his body. If he regains consciousness, senior Shan and the head of the Shan family will convince him to take it out as a thank you gift. " When Ye Feiran heard the words "lightning struck the wood core", his eyes suddenly lit up, "Then let me try!"

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. ,,. ,.