In Ye Bufan's small courtyard, Feng Zhiwu ran over impatiently just after dawn.
"Xiaofan, how are your arrangements going? Are you sure?"
As the saying goes, caring leads to chaos. Although I know that Ye Bufan's cultivation level is better than mine, and although I know that this little man has always been full of tricks, I still can't help but worry.
"Don't worry, everything is ready, just a little bit missing."
Ye Bufan's eyes wandered over her body as he spoke. After his hard work in the past few days, this woman looked more and more beautiful.
The combination of coolness and sexyness has a strong temptation for any man, even an immortal can't resist it.
Feng Zhiwu didn't notice this, and asked again: "What else is missing? Tell me quickly, can I help you?"
"Of course, only you can help me with this matter."
Ye Bufan showed a wicked smile and pulled her into his arms, "My cultivation level is still a little bit behind, I need you to help me improve it."
"You...are not serious..."
Before Feng Zhiwu could finish her words, Ye Bufan kissed her sexy little cherry mouth heavily, then picked her up and threw her on the big bed next to her.
In the room of the great elder Ling Yunfeng, Hua Bingyu was pacing back and forth in the room, looking a little anxious.
It's almost time for a fight. What cards does that guy have? Could it be that he is bluffing? No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it.
If you don't take another look, now is the time, and what cards he has up his sleeve should be exposed.
Thinking of this, her cheeks turned red, and Ye Bufan's extremely strong body appeared in her mind, and she felt an unprecedented sense of heat all over her body.
"Isn't that bad guy still taking a shower? Do you want to watch it yourself?"
"It's impossible. It's morning now. He shouldn't take a shower. Yes, he usually only takes a shower at night."
"I just want to see what trump card he has, and I have no other intention..."
In just a moment, Hua Bingyu had countless thoughts flashing through her mind, and finally found a reasonable reason for herself, and swept her consciousness towards the foot of the mountain.
But just after taking a look, her whole body felt like an electric shock, and the red glow that had just subsided immediately came back again.
And it was ten times more violent than before, and her delicate cheeks were so red that they seemed to be bleeding.
"Damn it, this bad guy actually did something like this so early in the morning!"
Hua Bingyu was so angry that she gritted her teeth and stamped her feet in the room. She still had the dignity of a great elder, and she looked like a shy little woman.
But you can't talk about this kind of thing. After all, you are peeping on yourself, so you can only endure it quietly in your heart.
"This bad guy, if he still does such a shameful thing at this time, he will be tortured later."
Ye Bufan didn't know this. After some practice, the two of them left the courtyard feeling refreshed. Holding hands, they walked leisurely towards the Fairy Heroes Arena.
At this time, Feng Zhiwu's cold expression revealed a different kind of charm, making her look even more charming.
The area around the Immortal Hero Arena is already crowded with people. Fortunately, these are all immortals, and each of them can levitate into the void.
These people have seized the vantage point early and are waiting to watch the next battle.
To be precise, to them, this was not a fight at all. There was no suspense about the outcome, it was just a big show.
Not much time left, Lu Gan and Zhao Shicheng came here with their people.
The two people looked at each other. Since the Fifth Peak and the Ninth Peak had always been at odds, they both snorted coldly and neither of them spoke.
Zhao Shicheng led people to the east side, and Lu Gan went directly to the west side.
More and more people gathered, and they saw that there was only half an hour left before Chen Shi, but the protagonists of both sides of the battle had not yet arrived.
Just then there was a commotion outside the crowd, and Ye Bufan was seen walking over with Feng Zhiwu.
Normally, the Flowing Light Sword Sect has tens of thousands of disciples, and these two people have just entered the sect, so not many people know them.
But Ye Bufan's characteristics are too obvious. He has the aura of a cultivator all over his body, coupled with the unparalleled beauty of Feng Zhiwu.
When two people are put together, even people who have never met them can immediately guess their identities.
"Come, come, I didn't expect this ten thousand-year-old loser to come first..."
"What's going on with Bo Liang? No one has been seen yet..."
"Why are you so anxious? Senior Brother Boliang doesn't even care about dealing with such a loser. He will definitely be here in a while..."
Feeling the eyes of everyone looking over him, Ye Bufan touched his nose. He couldn't keep a low profile even if he wanted to. He could attract the attention of countless people no matter where he went.
He took Feng Zhiwu to the Xianying Arena, greeted the law enforcement disciples on the stage, and signaled that he was in place.
Then he found an empty seat and sat down, taking out a tea table with tea and boiling water.
He and Feng Zhiwu were sipping tea while waiting, looking extremely leisurely. It didn't look like they were participating in a big battle, but more like they were out having fun and relaxing.
Seeing the unparalleled Feng Zhiwu making tea and pouring water for him, like a little daughter-in-law serving her husband, everyone around them felt itchy with hatred.
This guy is just a loser who has just ascended. What qualifications do he have to be served by an eight-star talented sword spirit?
However, they were angry because they were angry, and they were jealous because they were jealous. They had no choice but to hope that Bo Liang would arrive soon and teach this guy a lesson.
Lu Gan looked at Feng Zhiwu, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then looked at Ye Bufan with a smile.
"This little guy is really interesting. I really don't know where his confidence comes from."
Standing next to him was an outer disciple named Shen Qing, who was regarded as his personal attendant.
"Maybe the ignorant are fearless. Some ascended monks can't figure out their location at all and think they are in the lower world."
Lu Gan nodded slightly: "Maybe."
Time passed bit by bit while everyone was waiting, but there was still no sign of Platinum Liang.
At first, everyone didn't think much about it, but seeing that there was less than a quarter of an hour left before Chen Shi, many people looked anxious.
Everyone knows that yesterday's bet was clearly signed. Once Chen Toki arrives, it will be automatically judged as a loss, which is equivalent to losing the bet.
Even Lu Gan frowned: "What's going on? Was this guy beaten stupid yesterday? Or is he too confident that he's not here at this time?"
The residence of the outer disciples of the Fifth Peak is restricted. In addition, his spiritual consciousness is far inferior to Hua Bingyu, so it is impossible to detect the situation from such a long distance.
Lu Gan waved his hand to Shen Qing: "Go and see what's going on. What is this guy doing? Tell him to come over quickly!"
"yes!"
Shen Qing agreed and flew towards the outer disciples of the Fifth Peak at top speed.
The onlookers kept looking into the distance, expecting Bo Liang to arrive, but no one could be seen.
When Shen Qing arrived at Bo Liang's residence, everything was quiet. He shouted several times but no one answered, so he opened the door and walked in.
When I came to the room, I saw a man lying on the ground. His body was covered in scars and his head was swollen three times. It can't be described with a pig's head. He looked so miserable.
Because his appearance was so disfigured, he identified the person carefully before confirming that this person was Bo Liang.
