Ye Chen screamed, then stopped suddenly, and stepped back with trembling legs.
"Despicable...shameless...person! He actually did this to this young master!"
Xuan Ye did this unintentionally, but when he saw that Ye Chen's face turned the color of pig liver and the screams coming out of his mouth were high and thin, he couldn't help but laugh.
When Ye Chen heard the laughter, he was convinced that Xuan Ye did it on purpose. His face immediately turned pale, and the Qiuguang pen in his hand glowed with a faint golden light.
The Qiuguang pen actually flew up on its own, and the golden light slowly swam around the pen body like a spiritual snake.
"Wandering Spirit Art!" Xuan Ye recognized that it was a higher level of Wandering Spirit Art than Zi Jue, and could only be used after breaking through the Qi Condensation Stage.
When he was in the Xuan Family, he was only at the Qi Condensation Stage and was not qualified to practice this technique. Now, although he has the cultivation level at the Transformation Stage, he still doesn't know how to use the Wandering Spirit Technique.
"That's right, it's the Wandering Spirit Technique. I thought I wouldn't be able to use this trick, but you really pissed me off!"
Ye Chen shouted angrily, and the golden light on the Qiuguang pen turned into a faint light and shadow and shot straight towards Xuan Ye. At first glance, the golden shadow was somewhat similar to the golden toad.
Xuan Ye frowned, looking timid, and took a few steps back.
When the gamblers in the audience saw this, they tore up their gambling tickets one after another.
"What the hell, I thought he could calm down, but he was gone in the second game!"
"Who asked him to meet the young master of the Ye family, a mere martial arts cultivator? Let's break up!"
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Seeing Jin Ying bumping into Xuan Ye, Ye Chen couldn't help but laugh ferociously, already thinking about how to humiliate the opponent after victory.
At this moment, the golden shadow shattered, and Xuan Ye's expression changed from fear to a ferocious smile. As Ye Chen's smile gradually solidified, he stepped forward and hit the opponent's face with the strong wind from the scabbard.
"puff!"
The blood exploded into red flowers, with a few gray front teeth mixed in the middle.
After Ye Chen landed on the ground, his face was no longer human. This handsome young man from Kuilicheng could only be regarded as a pig's head from now on.
The victory was reversed, and there was silence again, but what followed was not cheers, but heart-rending screams!
"My vote, where's my vote!"
"Go away, don't step on my ticket!"
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Xuan Ye stepped off the stage again, only to see a man also wearing a knight uniform walking slowly towards him. He had a cold look on his face and headed straight for him.
"Are you Li Chuyi?" the man asked coldly.
Xuan Ye heard the hostility in the other person's tone and thought he was here to avenge Ye Chen, so he smiled softly. "Any advice?"
"Han Feng, your next opponent, I hope you can show your true skills." After Han Feng finished speaking, he left.
Xuan Ye frowned slightly, always feeling that this Han Feng was not simple. There seemed to be something he hadn't seen through, just like the sight that suddenly disappeared.
Soon, his third match began, and his opponent was indeed Han Feng.
The spectators in the audience were all confused. They had never seen this Han Feng, why did he suddenly appear? How should the bet be calculated?
Xuan Ye also heard a few words from the audience, and before he had time to sort out the whole picture, the other party rushed straight towards him, so fast that he felt frightened!
He hurriedly drew his sword, and as soon as he pulled it out halfway, the long sword condensed by Mo Feng fell on the scabbard.
There was a crisp sound, and the scabbard cracked!
"The transformation period!"
Xuan Ye screamed in surprise. Seeing the cold expression on the other party's face, he knew that things were not that simple and hurriedly retreated.
Unexpectedly, the opponent followed closely, and the long pen that glowed with green light kept swinging out with great force, beating him into a state of embarrassment.
"Bring out the pen, you who hold the sword are no match for me!"
Xuan Ye originally wanted to show off, because if he won this game, he would be in the top three, but after hearing this, he suppressed the urge.
The other party was not here to compete at all, but more like to test his strength.
Since he insisted on forcing him to use his pen, he would do the opposite.
"Then let me show you the power of my spiritual pen!"
Xuan Ye shouted deeply and his momentum rose sharply. Taking advantage of the opponent's alertness, he held the long sword in one hand and the scabbard in the other and stepped forward.
"Slash with two swords in two days!"
Han Feng's face sank, and the expectations in his heart disappeared. The ink blade in his hand burst out with strong light, and he blocked the two swords with a swipe of his pen.
However, this move was just a cover. Xuan Ye knew that the opponent must be disappointed at this moment, so he would take it lightly, immediately abandon his sword and punch, hitting the opponent in the heart.
This punch was a full-strength blow after he forged his body. In addition, the opponent was unprepared, so it was as powerful as a blow from a pen cultivator in the middle stage of transformation!
There was a dull sound like a stone hitting an earthen pot, and it seemed like you could hear the cracking of ribs.
Han Feng vomited a mouthful of blood and said, "Wow!" His face was as white as paper. If he hadn't been holding in his breath, he would have knelt down on the spot.
"You...you are a physical practitioner?!" He covered his heart in disbelief, breathing heavily even as he spoke.
After listening to his disciple's report, Han Feng observed and found that Xuan Ye was not a swordsman at all, and his sword skills were too rough.
Therefore, I agree with the elder's conjecture that Xuan Ye should be a pen cultivator who hides his strength. Unexpectedly, despite all calculations, he failed to calculate that the opponent's physique is comparable to that of a physical cultivator! He was completely blinded by this punch!
Xuan Ye smiled slightly, but he didn't expect that this punch was so strong that even the initial stage of transformation couldn't be resisted, but it still benefited from the sneak attack.
"Proceed!" He clasped his fists and was about to step down, but was stopped by Han Feng again.
"I haven't lost yet, otherwise you think the life and death status is in vain?" Han Feng said, taking out the elixir from his arms and stuffing it into his mouth. After a while, the blood on his face turned rosy.
Xuan Ye secretly scolded him for being despicable, but saw that the other party used his long pen again and actually used the Wandering Spirit Art.
He didn't dare to resist the Wandering Spirit Technique in the transformation stage. Just as he was hesitating whether to take out his pen, the referee in the audience came out and shouted.
"Han Feng violated the rules, Li Chu won!"
Han Feng looked dissatisfied, but when he saw the old man standing in front of the mountain gate, he immediately lowered his head and stepped down with an angry look on his face.
For some reason, Xuan Ye followed Han Feng's gaze and looked at the old man, feeling a little uneasy.
Soon, the competition for the top three began. He deliberately showed a flaw and was knocked down by his opponent.
At the end of the competition, only four people were selected into Thousand Machines Sect. In addition to the top three, there was also Ye Chen who was beaten into a pig head.
What worries Xuan Ye is that Han Feng is so powerful that he was not selected? There must be something fishy about it!
But soon, he knew the answer.
The moment Xuan Ye stepped into the Qianji Gate, he found dozens of cold rays of light falling on him. Entering the hall, the two people who were chosen together were stopped, and the door was instantly closed.
"Boy, your cultivation and character are both good. Become my direct disciple!"
Xuan Ye looked at the old man who was talking on the seat, then glanced at the three Huawuqi pen cultivators who were waiting on both sides. He smiled slightly and said, "I wonder if you want my people to be your disciples, or do you want my soul?"
The old man laughed loudly and said hello three times in a row. "It's true, but it's a pity that you have to mess with the Bi Ling Sect. No matter how talented you are, it's useless. Today, you will never leave Qianjimen alive!"
"Elder Xiao, let me try his skills first!"
"No need." Elder Xiao told him about the competition between Xuan Ye and Han Feng just now, with a ruthless look on his face. "You guys come together, don't give him any chance!"
When Xuan Ye saw that the other party was colluding with Bi Lingzong, he knew that there was no point in pretending to be stupid. Now that he was behind bars, Gu Meier was in a coma and could not force his way in.
Seeing the three people besieging him, an idea flashed in his mind and he shouted: "Elder Xiao, don't you want to know why the Bi Ling Sect is chasing me?"
"Hmph, of course I killed Elder Fang's disciple for you. Do you really think I don't know the inside story?"
"If that's the case, I am also a disciple of the Xuan family and my talent is ten times stronger than that person's. Why didn't I become the elder's disciple?"
After hearing Xuan Ye's words, Elder Xiao immediately called the three of them to stop, also showing suspicion. After thinking about it carefully, it was indeed not unreasonable, but this reason did not seem to be very important to him.
He looked at Xuan Ye again, his brows filled with confidence. His originally silent heart seemed to be scratched by claws, but he couldn't help but speak.
"If you just want to delay, I advise you not to do it. Three hundred disciples of Qianji Sect have already blocked the door from the mountain gate to the entrance of the main hall. You can't fly without wings!"
Xuan Ye knew that the other party had taken the bait, and looked aggrieved. He lowered his head and said, "Because this disciple had a secret treasure passed down from his mother on his body and was unwilling to hand it over, the Bi Ling Sect asked his fellow clan member Xuan Qing to steal it, so he was killed by me!"
As soon as the word "secret treasure" came out, not only Elder Xiao, but also the deacons in the three stages of incarnation pricked up their ears.
"What kind of secret treasure do you think it is?" Elder Xiao asked sharply.
"I...this?" Xuan Ye glanced at the three deacons. Although he said nothing, his meaning was self-evident.
Elder Xiao naturally saw the meaning and coughed lightly. "Three deacons, you go ahead."
"Elder Xiao, this is a major matter of whether you can have a good relationship with the Bi Ling Sect. You can't forget your official duties for personal reasons!" a deacon reminded.
Seeing that Elder Xiao had a serious look on his face, as if he was about to be persuaded, Xuan Ye hurriedly added fuel to the fire. "I have been heavily surrounded by you, and it is difficult for me to fly. Besides, even if the three of you are not here, I cannot be Elder Xiao's opponent.
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After hearing this, Elder Xiao was very happy. He waved his hand to the three deacons to go down, and then asked: "What is the secret treasure? You can tell me!"
Xuan Ye lowered his head and remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking. "Elder, have you ever heard of spiritual saliva?"
"Spirit saliva?" Elder Xiao stroked his long beard gently and squinted to think about what it was.
Suddenly, his old face froze, his expression changed suddenly, and he asked excitedly: "Do you have spiritual saliva on your body?"
Xuan Ye secretly rejoiced in his heart and said respectfully: "That's right, what my mother left for my disciple is exactly the spiritual saliva, and it is extremely pure spiritual saliva."
Elder Xiao immediately lost his mind. Even when he spoke, the muscles on his face were shaking, and he said urgently: "Bring it up quickly!"
Xuan Ye did not move or speak, he just lowered his head and waited respectfully where he was.
Elder Xiao made a long nasal sound and asked coldly: "Do you have the conditions?"
Xuan Ye bowed and said solemnly: "Of course the disciple cannot hand it over easily, unless the elder agrees to save my life!"
"How dare you, what qualifications do you have to ask this elder for conditions!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xuan Ye took out a simple bottle, which contained the nectar brought out from the cracks of the tree spirit. The color was somewhat similar to the spirit saliva.
If you haven't seen the spirit saliva with your own eyes, you won't be able to tell the authenticity.
In front of Elder Xiao's widened eyes, he slowly pulled out the stopper and said resolutely: "If the elder doesn't agree, I will drink all the saliva in one gulp and take it to the underworld even if I die!"
Seeing that Xuan Ye was about to pour it into his mouth, Elder Xiao stood up and shouted: "No! I promise you!"