Early spring has arrived, Luoxia City is still covered with snow, and patches of white snow are falling from the blue sky.
The Ye family is extremely lively at all times, and the annual test and competition are in full swing.
Like stars falling all over the starry sky, the majestic martial arts platform is strategically located on the blue stone road, and the shouts of shouts are like thunder exploding all around.
Immediately, there were bursts of thunderous applause, and the invisible and terrifying energy shot out in all directions. When it reached the edge of the martial arts platform, it was blocked by a curtain of white light.
There were figures of people on several martial arts platforms around it, but the martial arts platform in the center looked extremely unusual.
Wearing white martial robes, dozens of young men with varying auras stood side by side, and the leader was Ye Tian. His long black hair was tied neatly behind his back, and with a long sword, he looked extremely elegant, and his body was inadvertently exposed.
The fluctuations in the breath caused a burst of exclamation from the crowd below.
After only a few months in the martial arts realm, Ye Tian finally broke through the bottleneck of his initial martial arts. At this moment, it looked like Ye Tian was like an unsheathed sword, its sharp edge revealed.
Ye Wen's face was indifferent, and his eyes were like a real sword radiating coldly towards the surroundings. The figures in the audience were shaking, but Ye Chen was not seen at all. Seeing this, Ye Wen's eyes inadvertently flashed a hint of sadness and complexity.
His yellowed right hand slowly poked out from his sleeve, then put it down immediately.
"My direct descendants, the test begins!" A wave of shouts slowly floated out from the mouth of the old man next to Ye Wenzhou, resounding throughout the sky.
As the old man's words fell,
Dozens of powerful auras gushed out from the bodies of dozens of white-robed young men, and the eyes of the people around them were filled with fire when they looked at the dozens of figures.
The applause around them was obviously for the dozens of young men in white robes. Compared with the thunderous applause around them, a corner of the martial arts platform seemed extremely quiet, forming a sharp contrast. There were also dozens of young men standing side by side, wearing ordinary clothes.
He was wearing a black martial robe and his aura was extremely weak.
The leader is a young man in Tsing Yi, with an ordinary face, but an elegant air, like a scholar, with a slender figure and a shallow smile on his face. Everyone is charming, waving his hands gently.
The feather fan in the center slowly pointed toward the martial arts platform and said calmly: "The strength of the direct disciples should not be underestimated!"
Standing side by side with the young man in green was a man. His resolute expression and his thick body made him look extremely powerful. Tie Jing slowly lowered the giant sword behind him, and then suddenly thrust it towards the ground. Several cracks followed the tip of the sword in Qing.
The gray floor slowly spreads.
Ye Tiejing, who was only at the eighth level of Beginner Martial Arts a few months ago, has now reached the peak of Beginner Martial Arts, and his cultivation speed is not bad at all.
The young man in green is Ye Wushuang. The aura fluctuations on his body are only around the peak of the sixth level of Chuwu. His dark eyes flash from time to time. Compared to a few months ago, Ye Wushuang is obviously much more mature at this moment. His face is stripped off.
He lost his former childishness, waving his feather fan, and the smile on his lips made people look convinced.
"Today is the test time, I believe Master Chen will be here!" He slowly waved his feather fan, narrowed his eyes slightly, and Ye Wushuang couldn't help but cast his gaze into the distance.
Snowflakes were flying there, but Ye Wushuang seemed to see a slightly thin figure slowly walking through the air.
Hearing this, Ye Tiejing couldn't help but feel a trace of heat in his eyes, and immediately nodded and said: "Young Master will be back soon!"
Yes, Ye Wushuang always believed that Ye Chen would come back. Months of preparations were just for this moment. Then he slowly looked at the hundreds of first-born disciples behind him, feeling Ye Wushuang's eyes. The hundreds of first-born disciples
They couldn't help but raise their heads proudly, which was in sharp contrast to the sighs of the other virgins around them.
With the help of elixirs, the cultivation of hundreds of first-born disciples has almost fluctuated up and down the sixth level of Chuwu. Now they cannot be underestimated. The first-born disciples that Ye Wushuang wins over are usually in their early twenties and are full of vigor and vitality.
Only young people can have the idea of rebelling against their direct descendants.
"Ye Ziming!" The deep shout of the elder Ye family resounded through the sky like thunder, and Ye Wushuang couldn't help but look towards the martial arts platform in astonishment.
The familiar figure slowly stepped out from among the many young people in white robes. The aura exuding from his body was like a sharp sword, surrounded by a little wind energy that bounced the other young people in white robes around.
Kai, seeing this, Ye Wushuang smiled jokingly. It seemed that the Discipline Hall in March had not worn away Ye Ming's spirit.
Stepping like thunder, Ye Ziming glanced around slowly, and immediately felt Ye Wushuang's gaze. There was a little ridicule at the corner of his mouth. He looked at Ye Wushuang indifferently, and slowly took out his right hand from his sleeve, towards the test stone.
When he let it go, the light blue Qi surged out like a tide and immediately hit the test stone.
The originally dull test stone shone like the blazing summer sun.
A slightly cyan light shot out.
The brilliance was still there, and the sound of gasping swept across the entire venue like a strong wind blowing fallen leaves. Ye Wen, who had closed his eyes to rest, couldn't help but open his eyes, with a trace of admiration in his eyes.
"Zi Ming, the peak of the eighth level of martial arts!" The old man's cloudy eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of relief. After testing dozens of direct descendants, Zi Ming's cultivation is undoubtedly among the strongest. Perhaps many years later, the Ye family
A martial arts master can appear again.
The most proud among everyone was undoubtedly Ye Hao, with his face glowing red, and he responded to the congratulations from other elders around him very politely, looking very high-spirited.
Listening to the bursts of exclamations from the crowd, the smile on Ye Ziming's face became a little brighter. He was young and energetic, and his vanity was extremely satisfied. He immediately looked at Ye Wushuang mockingly, and slowly raised his right hand.
, dropped suddenly, pointing at Ye Wushuang, as if telling Ye Wushuang, this is the gap.
Waving the feather fan, giving a faint smile, silent ridicule, just a look is enough, the look is like looking at a clown.
"Although the elixir can help his cultivation to soar, it is difficult for Ye Ming and his ilk to become a great weapon after all!" Ye Wushuang shook his head slowly, and the light blue Qi slowly flowed out from the feather fan, and then dissipated.
Although he knew that his physical condition was not good enough, Ye Wushuang still did not give up on practicing and practiced all the time, even at this moment.
Ye Tiejing nodded in agreement and glanced slightly. The young man in front of him was as diligent as a lunatic. Compared with those direct descendants who took pills, he was indeed qualified to say this.
"Next, Ye Tian!"
Amidst the bursts of exclamation, the old man's voice suddenly sounded, drowning out the long line of whispers.
Following the sound, silence fell in vain around the martial arts platform. Everyone's eyes with different emotions looked at Ye Tian among the young men in white robes, who was like stars over the moon.
With an indifferent expression on his face, ignoring the admiring gazes around him, Ye Tian took a step slowly, and immediately shot up to the test stone like a stream of light.
The pink-white right hand of a girl suddenly smacked towards the test. In an instant, a silver light that was impossible to look directly shot out in vain, and the entire test stone continued to vibrate.
The old man's trembling voice also sounded at this moment: "First level of martial arts training!"
Gasps sprung up from the corners like mushrooms after rain, admiration, admiration, surprise, and proud eyes all cast towards the back figure.
Ye Wen's right hand did not tremble, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, which was quickly covered up again.
After bowing his hands to the old man, Ye Tian jumped towards the crowd, and many young people in white robes took the initiative to make way for him.
"Next, Ye Chen!"
The old man regained his excitement and slowly glanced at the roster. He was stunned and said bitterly.
The old man's words were like dropping a huge boulder into a flat lake, causing the whole place to boil with murmurs.
Different from before, the faces of the people around were full of joking and anticipation. However, after a few moments, there was still no one in sight...