Because almost everyone focused on Yinfeng who was not normal, no one paid attention to Yangxin who had just finished the battle.
Yang Xin looked at Yang Hui's leaving figure and felt more and more sad. She couldn't help but follow him a few steps.
Although Yang Hui was not seen, I saw a sachet among the leaves!
This sachet was so familiar that Yang Xin picked it up. She saw that the front of the sachet had the word "hui" and the back had the character "xin". It also had the scent of cherry blossoms that she liked.
Could he really be... Yangxin didn't dare to think about it.
"What's the matter, Sister Xin?" One of Yangxin's companions came out and said. Of course, she is a girl, and Yangxin doesn't like to be with those nymphos.
"No..." Yang Xin hurriedly hid the sachet, even though she knew that the sachet would disappear if she left the spiritual array space.
"It's okay. Thank you for saving me just now. Otherwise, I would have been eliminated," the woman said.
"You don't have to thank me, just thank the guy named Yuncheng. If it weren't for him, maybe we would all be eliminated," Yang Xin said.
In fact, Yang Hui didn't go far at all, he just found a place to hide.
Because he had to open four scrolls at the same time, he didn't want to be seen.
Otherwise, even he will become the object of suspicion.
Soon, his soul also left the spiritual array space and returned to the body in the spiritual array.
When he saw Yinfeng laughing, he couldn't help but pour a basin of cold water on Yinfeng.
"Don't be too excited. Do you think your plan is really flawless?" Yang Hui stood up from crossing his legs.
"Yuncheng? It's you again!" Yinfeng noticed that Yang Hui seemed to be haunted, and he would go wherever he went.
"Yeah, if I wasn't here, your conspiracy would have succeeded soon?" Yang Hui said a little funny. In fact, he didn't want to care about this matter at first, but this guy Yinfeng planned to kill all the Wan Teng Sect selectors present.
, that's too much, because not only is he within Yinfeng's target, but Yang Xin is also.
In addition, Yinfeng's associates had just besieged Yang Xin, which already made Yang Hui a little angry.
"What, do you know our plan?" Yin Feng's eyebrows were tangled, and there was a hint of irritation in his tone.
"Before you die, I can tell you something. Last night, I was the one who eavesdropped on your plan." Yang Hui said.
"Sure enough, I heard it right at that time!" Yinfeng said.
"You just realized it now? Don't you think it's a little late?" Yang Hui said.
Then he used his ice attribute pupil power to attack Yinfeng directly. Yinfeng was not that kind of ordinary monk, especially since this guy was agile, so he easily avoided Yang Hui's attack.
Yinfeng also saw a fatal flaw in Yang Hui.
He did not dare to harm the bodies of the practitioners around him who were still competing.
"Hahaha, you don't want to hurt them?" Yinfeng is a person who will use any means to achieve his goals in the future.
"What about him?" Yinfeng casually grabbed a person on the ground.
"If you dare to come here, this guy will die." Yinfeng said.
"Do you think I care about the lives of these people? Didn't I stop Guan Ping and Yaoyao from committing suicide before?" What Yang Hui said touched Yinfeng's heart. If this is really the case, Yinfeng
Feng was inevitably a little shaken in his heart.
This is the moment of turmoil.
Blood Mist Ice Sword! Yang Hui summoned his big killer weapon. Anyway, no one is here at all now, so it doesn't matter even if his strength is exposed.
Killing Yinfeng as soon as possible is the top priority.
Yinfeng is just an agile assassin, and of course he cannot do it against a high-level monk who is stronger than him in every aspect.
Soon, Yinfeng was hit on the neck by Yang Hui's move, and the fighting time was less than one breath.
Okay, the remaining task is to kill Yinfeng's accomplices one by one.
Yang Hui used his ice sword to kill all Yinfeng's accomplices.
During this period, there was a guy who was just about to wake up. He saw Yang Hui holding an ice sword and jumped up immediately. This shocked Yang Hui. In addition, when killing other people, it was still very difficult.
Smoothly.
But unfortunately, that guy turned out to be a fifth-level monk.
Of course, there are not a few fifth-level monks who died in the hands of Yang Hui. Fifth-level monks are not a big problem for Yang Hui, especially in such a closed space.
Without anyone seeing it, Yang Hui could unleash all his strength. So Yang Hui fought relatively easily and quickly killed this guy.
After it was over, Yang Hui opened his scroll again and teleported back to the spiritual formation space.
Just kidding, if you are with a bunch of corpses, anyone will notice something wrong, right?
After teleporting back, nothing happened. The battle is basically over now.
Almost all the second- and third-level monks have been eliminated. Except for those who were eliminated, all of Yinfeng's subordinates were eliminated from the soul space because they were killed. So the current situation is quite good for Yang Hui.
of.
Because the remaining monks were all fourth- and fifth-level monks, no one was willing to take action easily, and he had almost collected the scrolls he needed. Therefore, they did not continue to attack each other, but waited together for the end of the selection.
To be honest, Yang Hui feels confused about this spiritual formation space now.
Because it feels like spring to him now.
It's like the kind of spring that has just passed halfway, and the peach blossoms have fallen all over the ground. The footprints on the fallen leaves are mostly a pair of slender and a pair of thick, side by side, close to each other. No one cares about getting stuck in the mud.
, petals with faded spring colors, although they once cherished the sighs of resentment under the peach trees.
But the traces of autumn are also very obvious. Pieces of golden fallen leaves lie quietly on the ground. Looking from a distance, the earth seems to be covered with a golden blanket. Every now and then, a gust of wind blows, and they dance and float away. Autumn
It comes with the sound of falling leaves. The morning is as fresh as dewdrops. The sky emits a soft light, clear and ethereal, making people want to hear the song of a skylark flying high, just like looking at the blue sea and wanting to see a white sail.
There are even plenty of signs of summer.
In the forest, there is water in a pond. Where there is water, there must be a lotus. The lotus, a beauty in the eyes of the common people and a sacred image in the hearts of the wise, stands in a corner of the lake for anyone to look at. The blooming season has passed, and the green clouds are like
The lotus leaves on the cover are withering, and occasionally a few petals are scattered on the leaves, floating on the water, and I feel the sentimental red flowers drifting away, and I can't help but feel a ray of sadness in my heart.
Yang Hui and the others just waited for the competition to end.