He could sense that the old man and young man in front of him were not simple people.
They are warriors, very powerful warriors.
"Beidou Pavilion, Ling Feng!"
As he spoke a few cold words, the young man's robe danced, looking free and elegant.
Yes, this young man is Ling Feng.
Ling Feng of Beidou Pavilion.
When he was in Tianyu Group, Ling Feng even used his status to scare away the arrogant Song Longcheng!
"Ling Feng? Beidou Pavilion? What are you doing here? We don't seem to know you!" Muzixi felt a little uneasy in his heart.
Ling Feng did not look at Muzixi, but stared directly at Ye Xiaobei and said:
"Very good. Your talent is very good. You are exactly the disciple we need in Beidou Pavilion. Come with me!"
"who are you?"
Almost the same scene was staged in another place.
This was the top of a mountain. Ye Qinghuan looked coldly at the old man and the young man in front of him.
The young one is a young man with long hair. The long hair is a bit messy and fluttering wantonly. He has a long sword at his waist. He is simple and natural, and is obviously not a mortal thing.
"Ask the sword pavilion, Linghu Tian!"
The long-haired young man uttered a few indifferent words, his expression extremely cold.
Linghu Tian and Ye Qinghuan raised their eyebrows. He had heard of this man and he was a top genius in the ancient world. Ling Qingzhu often compared him with Ling Feng and himself.
Ye Qinghuan naturally never took them into consideration.
"I don't care who you are, get out of the way!" Ye Qinghuan's eyes flashed with chills.
He just wants to go back to Qingcheng City now and doesn't want to waste time here.
He hasn't been to the old yard for a long time!
"Maybe you have heard of my name, maybe not, but I have heard of you! Ye Qinghuan, the evildoer in the secular world!" Linghu Tian's cold eyes suddenly glowed with light.
"There has never been a monster like you in the world. I really want to know what level you have reached. I just hope you don't disappoint me!"
"You want to compete with me?" Ye Qinghuan frowned.
"It can be understood this way. I heard that you also use a sword. It just so happens that I want to use your sword as a stepping stone for me to pursue the way of swordsmanship." Ling Hutian was still indifferent.
A burst of anger suddenly rose in Ye Qinghuan's heart, and murderous intent emerged. How could he, the majestic god of death in the universe, compete with a warrior?
"Here in my place, there is no competition, only life and death battles!" Ye Qinghuan said coldly.
"If you could kill me."
"I have no regrets!"
With that said, Linghu Tian had already grasped his ancient sword and unsheathed it instantly, bringing out a burst of cold light.
"This is the sword inherited by our Linghu family, Zhan Tian, please fight!"
Ye Qinghuan's brows furrowed, and anger burned in his heart. He was stopped by this man for no reason, and wanted to use Ye Qinghuan as a stepping stone to achieve his swordsmanship.
It's really ridiculous.
"A piece of trash deserves to be called Zhan Tian!"
Ye Qinghuan's eyes were cold, with a flash of disdain!
"Whoa!"
A fiery red light shone, and suddenly, the Xuan Yan Sword was pulled out, with fiery red marks attached to the sword body, like lava flowing.
How did this sword appear?
Linghu Tian and the old man behind him were shocked. They couldn't believe it. Moreover, Ye Qinghuan's sword was really too magical.
Even Zhan Tian is far behind.
"Sure enough, they all say you are a monster, you do have some abilities!" Linghu Tian was not afraid at all, but there was a bit of joy in his eyes.
"kill!"
At this time, Ye Qinghuan moved, holding the Xuan Yan Sword in his hand, and slashed out several sharp and bright sword lights.
In the villa.
"I have already said that I will not go to the ancient world. I already have a master." A chill flashed in Ye Xiaobei's eyes.
He had already refused, but this young man's reluctance made him a little angry.
He could see that this young man seemed to not give up until he achieved his goal!
"Beidou Pavilion, no one can refuse, not in the ancient world, and not in the secular world!" Ling Feng was not angry, but said calmly.
His cool and indifferent appearance carries a hint of arrogance, a hint of arrogance that cannot be denied.
"Your master is just a waste. Beidou Pavilion is the place that can achieve your success."
"My master Ye Qinghuan is the most powerful person in the world!" Ye Xiaobei said coldly.
"Ye Qinghuan?"
Ling Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, smiled slightly, and said disdainfully: "Last time, if I hadn't appeared, if Qingzhu hadn't interceded for him, he would have been killed long ago."
Ye Xiaobei's eyes flashed with anger, and he was about to speak, but was interrupted by Ling Feng: "Don't refuse me again, my patience is limited."
As soon as he finished speaking, the old man behind him stood up. The old man's thin and old body exuded a powerful momentum, like a towering Mount Tai, which made people's hearts tremble.
If Ye Xiaobei refuses, it is obvious that the old man will take action!
"You, if you take Xiaobei away by force, Ye Qinghuan will definitely take revenge. Ye Qinghuan is really powerful!" Muzixi was scared in her heart, but still gritted her teeth and said.
"I told you, he is just a loser in front of me!" Ling Feng's temperament suddenly changed, and he shouted angrily.
He still remembered that Ling Qingzhu interceded for Ye Qinghuan and allowed him to save him and drive away Song Longcheng.
The woman he likes pleads for someone else, which the proud Ling Feng cannot accept.
Now, the genius he likes is also Ye Qinghuan's disciple.
This woman now also says that Ye Qinghuan is very powerful!
It was as if everyone in the world thought this Ye Qinghuan was amazing!
Ling Feng was angry, and the resentment in his heart suddenly broke out. His handsome face instantly distorted, and he shouted sternly: "You mortals, you know nothing!"
"boom!"
Ling Feng's momentum blossomed, and a wave of air swept out, instantly lifting Muzixi and hitting the wall directly.
"Master's wife!"
Ye Xiaobei was furious, the flames in his eyes burned instantly, and his whole body trembled, because the spiritual power in his body was boiling.
There are only two people closest to him in this world, one is Ye Qinghuan, and the other is Muzixi.
He is the most important person in his life.
"You go to hell!"
Ye Xiaobei was furious, and the flying sword in his hand erupted with a strong white light, which was dazzling and extremely cold.
"Death!"
Ye Xiaobei jumped up and slashed down with his flying sword. The cold and arrogant sword energy soared into the sky, as if it was going to cut through everything, making people's hearts tremble.
"Okay, great!"
Ling Feng was not surprised but happy, with nothing but excitement on his face.
"This is the genius I'm looking for. His talent is amazing, and he really didn't disappoint me!" After saying that, Ling Feng took action instantly, took out the spear from his back, and stabbed Ye Xiaobei.