Ye Shaohan looked at the falling ashes indifferently, held Zhang Zishan's hand tightly, and shot away outside the ancient city.
The members of the Dragon Blood Legion beside the city gate also forgot to stop them, and hundreds of pairs of eyes looked at the figure that was gradually disappearing in shock.
There was not much spiritual energy left in Ye Shaohan's body, and his figure was swaying as if he would fall down at any time. He felt that there was no breath coming from behind, so he slowly exhaled.
Then Ye Shaohan took a look at Zhang Zishan's pale face and dull face, laughed at himself, and asked: "Do you feel that I am cruel and heartless!"
Although Ye Shaohan's words were low at this time, they fell into Zhang Zishan's ears like a bolt from the blue.
Zhang Zishan's pretty figure trembled slightly, and she broke free from Ye Shaohan's left hand. She immediately realized something, a trace of guilt flashed across her face, and she said softly: "I'm sorry!"
Ye Shaohan smiled faintly, but his face changed slightly. He suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance, where several figures slowly emerged. Immediately, several waves of powerful momentum swept over him. Those figures were obviously moving extremely fast, taking just a few breaths.
In a short time, Ye Shaohan and Zhang Zishan jumped into the sight.
Zhang Zishan couldn't help but have a hint of joy on her face. Regardless of her injuries, she waved towards the figure and called: "Father, I'm here!"
He was a middle-aged man, with a majestic face and an aura that was obviously stronger than the people around him.
Ye Shaohan glanced slightly, untied Zhang Ming from behind, and gently placed it on the ground. He kicked his feet slightly, but at this moment, his silver mask cracked with a "bang", and he ignored the cracked
The silver mask and the figure shot away in the other direction in vain.
A sharp explosion suddenly sounded, Zhang Zishan turned around and looked to the left, but in the blink of an eye, Ye Shaohan's figure disappeared from her sight.
At that moment, Zhang Zishan caught the pale face.
His face was pale, as if he was sluggish, and he stood there stupidly, saying foolishly: "Shaohan, thank you!"
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Early spring has arrived, and Niefeng City is still covered with snow, with patches of white snow falling from the blue sky.
The Ye family is extremely lively at this time, and the annual test and martial arts competition are in full swing.
Several magnificent martial arts stages were set up on the playground in the elite training camp. At this moment, under the central martial arts stage, shouts of shouts rang out like thunder. Then there were bursts of thunderous applause.
, the terrifying energy shot out in all directions, and when it reached the edge of the martial platform, it was blocked by the glowing white light curtain.
On the central martial platform, dozens of young men in white martial robes stood in rows, and the leader was Ye Shaohao. His long hair was tied neatly behind his back, and with a long sword, he looked extremely elegant, and he inadvertently revealed that
The breath coming out caused a burst of exclamation from the crowd below.
It took only a few months for Ye Shaohao to break through the bottleneck and reach the level 3 spiritual master. At this moment, he looked like an unsheathed sword, with its edge clearly revealed.
Ye Gaotong's face was indifferent, and his gaze was like a solid sword radiating coldly in all directions. The figures in the audience were shaking, but Ye Shaohan was nowhere to be seen.
Seeing this, a hint of sadness and complexity flashed across Ye Gaotong's eyes inadvertently, and his yellowed right hand slowly poked out from his sleeve and immediately let it go.
"Disciple of the Ye family, the test begins!" A shout came from the mouth of the old man next to Ye Gaotong and resounded throughout the training camp.
As the old man finished speaking, dozens of powerful auras surged out from the bodies of dozens of white-robed youths, and the people around looked at the dozens of figures with burning eyes.
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, but the aura on his body was extremely weak.
The leader is a young man in Tsing Yi. He has an ordinary face, but he has an elegant air, like a scholar. His slender figure and the shallow smile on his face are particularly charming. He gently
Shaking the feather fan in his hand, the feather fan slowly pointed towards the martial arts platform, and said lightly: "The strength of the direct disciples should not be underestimated!" Standing side by side with the young man in green is a man, with a resolute face and a strong body.
His body looked extremely powerful. Ye Shaohan slowly lowered the giant sword on his back, and then thrust it toward the ground. Several cracks slowly spread along the tip of the sword on the blue-gray floor.
The young man in green next to Ye Shaoxin is Ye Shaoping, and his dark eyes flash from time to time. Compared with a few months ago, Ye Shaoping is obviously much more mature at this moment. His face has lost its former childishness, his feather fan is waving, and the corners of his mouth are...
The smile between them makes people look convinced.
"Today is the test time, I believe the boss will be here!" Ye Shaoping slowly waved his feather fan, narrowed his eyes slightly, and couldn't help but cast his gaze into the distance.
Snowflakes were flying there, but Ye Shaoping seemed to see a slightly thin figure slowly walking through the air.
Hearing this, Ye Shaoxin couldn't help but feel a trace of heat in his eyes. He nodded immediately and said, "Young Master will be back soon!"
Yes, Ye Shaoping always believed that Ye Shaohan would come back. Months of preparations were just for this moment. Immediately, his eyes slowly looked towards the hundreds of disciples behind him.
Feeling Ye Shaoping's gaze, hundreds of side disciples couldn't help but raise their heads proudly, which was in sharp contrast to the sighs of other side disciples around them.
With the help of elixirs, the hundreds of side disciples have almost all reached the sixth level of spiritual masters. Now these hundreds of side disciples cannot be underestimated at all.
The disciples of the collateral line that Ye Shaoping attracted were usually in their early sixteen years and full of vigor, and only young people had the idea of ​​resisting the direct lineage.
"Ye Shaoming!" The deep shout of Mr. Ye's family resounded like thunder through the sky. Ye Shaoping 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, and a little wind-attribute aura surrounding him bounced the rest of the young people in white robes away.
open.
Seeing this, Ye Shaoping smiled jokingly. It seemed that the punishment hall in March had not worn away Ye Shaomin's spirit.
Ye Shaomin stepped like thunder and glanced around slowly. Then he felt Ye Shaoping's gaze. There was a little ridicule at the corner of his mouth. He looked at Ye Shaoping indifferently. He slowly took his right hand out of his sleeve and put it towards the test stone.
, the light blue spiritual energy surged out like a tide and immediately hit the test stone.
The originally dull test stone shone like the blazing summer sun, with slightly cyan light radiating out.
The brilliance remained the same, and the sound of gasping swept across the entire venue like a strong wind blowing fallen leaves. Ye Gaotong, who had closed his eyes to rest, couldn't help but open his eyes, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.
"Ye Shaomin, a first-level spiritual master!" The old man's cloudy eyes couldn't help but reveal a hint of relief. After testing dozens of direct disciples, Ye Shaomin's cultivation was undoubtedly the most powerful. Maybe many years later, the Ye family can have another one.
A warrior in the spirit emperor realm.
The most proud among everyone was undoubtedly Ye Gaofeng. His face was glowing, 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 Shaomin's face grew a little wider. At this moment, his vanity was extremely satisfied.
At this moment, Ye Shaomin looked at Ye Shaoping mockingly, slowly raised his right hand, then suddenly lowered it, pointing at Ye Shaoping, as if to tell Ye Shaoping, this is the gap.
Ye Shaoping waved his feather fan, smiled faintly, and silently mocked. Just one look was enough, as if he was looking at a clown.
"Although the elixir can help his cultivation to soar, it is difficult for Ye Shaomin and his ilk to become a great weapon after all!" Ye Shaoping shook his head slowly, and the light blue spiritual energy slowly flowed out from the feather fan, and then dissipated again, although he knew that
Although his physical condition is not good, Ye Shaoping still hasn't given up on practicing and practices all the time, even at this moment.
Ye Shaoxin nodded in agreement. He glanced slightly. The young man in front of him was as diligent as a lunatic. Compared with those direct disciples who took the elixir, he was indeed qualified to say this.
"Next, Ye Shaohao!"
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, and everyone's eyes with different emotions looked at the white-robed young man Ye Shaohao.
Ye Shaohan's face was indifferent, ignoring the admiring gazes around him, he took a step slowly, and immediately shot towards the test stone like a stream of light.
The pink-white right hand of a girl suddenly smacked the test stone. In an instant, a silver light that was hard to look at shot out in vain, and the entire test stone continued to vibrate.
The old man's trembling voice also sounded at this moment: "The peak of the second-level spiritual master!"
Gasps sprung up from the corners like mushrooms after rain, admiration, admiration, surprise, and proud eyes all cast towards the back figure.
Ye Gaotong's right hand did not tremble, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, which was quickly covered up again.
Ye Shaohao bowed his hands to the old man and jumped towards the crowd. Many young people in white robes took the initiative to make way for him.
"Next, Ye Shaohan!"
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.
As the old man's voice fell, the area around the noisy martial arts platform suddenly became much quieter. Countless eyes glanced around, looking for Ye Shaohan's figure.
Ye Shaohan's reputation as the number one waste is just like Ye Shaohao's name as the number one genius. No one in the Ye family knows it, and the bet between Ye Shaohan and Ye Gaofeng is the highlight of this test.