Wisps of black energy emitted from the Immortality Art held tightly in Ye Xiaochuan's palm, and then, these black energy mysteriously submerged into Ye Xiaochuan's body.
Ye Xiaochuan, who was originally pale and depleted of real energy, after absorbing the black energy, his face became obviously rosy and his breath flowed smoothly. The few wisps of evil energy that entered his body when he used the Beidou God-killing Sword Formation also unconsciously disappeared.
In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.
Thinking about it, this Immortality Art, which is what Senior Situ Feng calls the Blood Soul Essence, is the most sinister and vicious magic weapon in the world. In terms of the powerful evil spirit, which magic weapon in the world can compare with this thing?
With just a few wisps of evil energy in Ye Xiaochuan's body, how could he be the opponent of such ghosts and evil treasures?
As soon as the strands of black energy entered the body, those few strands of evil energy were immediately absorbed by the Immortality Art.
Changsheng Jue sensed that his master was weak and healed his wounds on his own. In just two hours, at dusk and sunset, the black energy dissipated and Ye Xiaochuan's face was warm. How could he still look like he had been injured and exhausted for half a year?
Suddenly, he suddenly sat up from the wooden bed. In confusion and surprise, he moved his shoulders, arms, and feet.
He muttered to himself: "I remember that during the fight with Gu Pan'er, my true energy and spiritual power was severely depleted, and I even passed out. Why, it seems that everything has recovered now, and my cultivation seems to have improved further. I couldn't have been in a coma for ten or eight days."
Alright?"
He muttered, and then he thought of a person, and his mind came into his mind, and he said: "Senior Sword God, are you dead? Come out and tell me something."
He called many times, but Situ Feng's voice never responded. In his heart, he laughed and said: "I didn't expect that I was a blessing in disguise. Situ Feng's soul has disappeared! I no longer have to worry about being snatched away by his soul!"
In a good mood, he rolled over and got out of bed. Suddenly, he was stunned. He spread out the palm of his right hand and actually held a black and shiny crescent-shaped jade in his palm.
He took a closer look and saw that it was the piece of ancient jade that Xiaochi was showing off on Siguo Cliff, which was said to be the ancient jade he gave to her fifteen years ago.
Ye Xiaochuan was surprised for a while and said: "Sister Xiaochi is so generous? I have asked her several times before, but she refused to give it to me even if she killed me. Now I have sent it to my door myself. Ah! I know, it must be me.
During the Beidou Divine Sword Formation, Xiaochi admired me beyond measure, so he gave me this ancient jade!"
Ye Xiaochuan was an extremely greedy and lustful person, and he would definitely not give back what he got, so he casually hung the Immortality Jue around his neck, opened the door and walked out.
At this moment, the sun was setting in the west, it was already dusk, and there was almost no one to be seen on the huge Samsara Peak.
Ye Xiaochuan scratched his head and looked up in the direction of the square on the top of the mountain. He thought that since there was no one on the mountainside, most of the disciples should be watching the fighting competition on the top of the mountain.
"Am I only unconscious for a few hours? The ten-to-five competition is not over yet?"
It’s no wonder he thinks so. To advance from ten to five, you need five competitions, from morning to dusk. If it is a competition from five to three, it only requires two competitions, and it will basically end at noon.
It was getting dark now, and there were still no disciples visible on the mountainside of Samsara Peak. He had probably been unconscious for a short time after the fight with Gu Pan'er, and today's competition was not over yet.
Ye Xiaochuan wanted to go up to see the situation, but looking at the time, he estimated that the competition was over before he reached the square, so he simply took advantage of the lack of people and went to a nearby canteen for a meal, but no one had taken a seat with him.
Most of the people who stayed on the mountainside were handyman disciples. In the morning, the news that Ye Xiaochuan showed his great power and activated the Beidou God-killing Sword Technique had not spread to the mountainside of Samsara Peak with the crowd. Most of the handyman disciples only gave a slight salute to Ye Xiaochuan's arrival.
, and has no other expression.
When Ye Xiaochuan was walking alone to the nearby dining hall, an exciting event was unfolding on the mountain top arena, under the attention of countless people.
On the huge ring located in the center of the square, there was no fighting competition at the moment, but no one left the crowd watching. Everyone was looking at the four young disciples standing on the ring.
In order, they are Yun Qiyou, Gu Jianchi, Zhao Wuji and Qi Feiyuan.
And these four people, plus a certain foodie in the mountainside dining hall at this moment, happen to be the top five in this Cangyun Sect fighting competition!
According to the rules, after the current top five are formed, a small-scale drawing will be held again. The lottery numbers are from No. 1 to No. 5. The rules of fighting are No. 1 vs. No. 5, No. 2 vs. No. 4, but No. 3 has no fighting method.
Competitive.
In other words, if any of these five people draws number three, they will be very lucky to advance directly to the top three!
This is so exciting, including the four disciples on the stage who are waiting to draw lots, they are all very interested in the third lot.
According to past experience, whoever draws the third lottery will have a much greater chance of winning the championship. After all, at this point, everyone's strength is actually almost the same, and there is no such thing as a day off, so
, the No. 3 lottery that is directly promoted has one less round of fighting and can retain a lot of real energy.
On the contrary, even if others advance to the top three, they will probably lose a lot of energy.
Under the circumstances, this No. 3 lottery is the one that everyone is bound to win! Especially after Ye Xiaochuan forced the Big Dipper to kill the God today, none of the young disciples on the stage at this moment want to meet him tomorrow.
Ye Xiaochuan.
As for only four people drawing lots, there is a precedent. After all, there is only one person missing. After these four people draw lots, the last lot left is Ye Xiaochuan.
The first person to draw lots has a one-fifth chance of drawing lot number three. If the first person does not draw lot three, the probability of the second person drawing lot three will be reduced to one-quarter.
one.
At this moment, everyone is waiting for this most exciting moment.
On the ring, Yun Qiyou, who was standing at the edge, had a cold face, without any expression, and she didn't know what she was thinking in her heart at this moment.
The other three people next to him seemed to have very relaxed expressions and were whispering to each other, but none of the three took the initiative to talk to Yun Qiyou. In this way, everyone could see that this cold woman was out of place.
After a while, an elder with a white beard came up with two young disciples. One of the young disciples was holding a pen and paper in his hand, as if he wanted to record something, and the other young disciple was holding a small wooden box for drawing lots.
The mouth of the wooden box is very small and wrapped with cloth. You can only insert your hands into it and cannot see the inside of the wooden box.
After the white-bearded elder came to the stage, Langxheng said: "Luck is determined by God. Whatever you draw is God's arrangement. There is no need to complain."
Everyone nodded.
As Elder Whitebeard said: "Let's get started, don't waste time." The young disciple walked up to Qi Feiyuan holding the wooden box.
Qi Feiyuan, who looked relaxed just now, suddenly calmed down. He took a deep breath and slowly stretched his arm into the wooden box.
