Laoshou stretched out his hand and pointed at him, saying: "Soul Sect, third rank, so what?"
Ye Zhenfeng smiled slightly and said, "Add this, what do you think?"
After finishing speaking, I saw a circle of black lines slowly rising outside the blue martial soul spirit flame pattern.
Han Ziyue outside the field couldn't help but stared in surprise, and sighed softly: "Ah! Is it the Black Abyss Martial Soul Pattern?!" Then her surprise turned to joy.
When Lai Shou looked at the black water-like soul pattern, he couldn't help but change his color and was shocked, shouting: "You...you actually have the Black Abyss Martial Soul Pattern?!"
Ye Zhenfeng smiled crookedly, slowly raised the Iron-Blooded Cangming Sword above his head, and then said: "Third Stage Soul Sect, plus double the explosive power, it's enough for you!"
He could hear the thunder rolling in the sky and the gurgling sand all around. The power in Ye Zhenfeng's body soared, and a powerful whirlpool of spiritual power surged out of his body, like a tornado.
I saw him swinging his sword wildly, mixed with a golden thunder and lightning, and struck Laoshou instantly.
The huge red-bladed wheels used by Laoshou to resist shattered instantly. A huge thunder was heard from inside the tower, and powerful martial souls hit the tower wall.
Everyone on the martial arts stage habitually put their hands in front of their faces, but they were not affected.
Only then did he realize that the Water Curtain Quicksand Tower has an isolation effect. Otherwise, without the protection of the Water Curtain Quicksand Tower, twice the explosive power of the Soul Sect would be enough to overturn the martial arts arena.
Laoshou was knocked out by the powerful martial spirit. A heart-rending cry was heard from the eighth floor, and Laoshou, covered in blood, landed in a strange posture.
His face was tilted to the left, his tongue was extended, his eyes rolled, he was foaming at the mouth, his lips were pouted, and his limbs were limp on the ground.
Ye Zhenfeng carried the Iron-Blooded Cangming Sword and slowly landed from the sky.
He was dressed in black like night, with a white hairband wrapped around his hair and flying in the wind. His fair face was splashed with blood, his eyebrows were like swords, and his eyes were like stars, falling to the ground casually.
Suddenly, the martial arts arena was filled with people. People burst out with their inner passion and shouted wildly: "Yezhenfeng, you are so handsome——"
In the midst of the crowd, Lan Cangze's laborious cry came: "Dear students, I declare that Chenxing Academy wins this competition——"
However, his old voice was quickly covered up by the excited shouts of the students.
"Seven rays of light——"
"Seven rays of light——"
"Seven rays of light——"
The students frantically pounced on Ye Zhenfeng, lifted him high, and kept throwing him into the sea of people.
This new student, this loser who once had zero martial soul, now instantly turned into the light of Qiyao in their eyes, the unparalleled hero they worshiped in their hearts.
After the powerful martial spirit was consumed, Ye Zhenfeng felt physically exhausted and let the sea of people throw him up.
He thought to himself, is this what it feels like to be admired by everyone? It’s really good!
He has tasted the warmth and coldness of human relationships and is used to seeing the harshness of the world. He once lived a humble and helpless life. Now, with his own strength, he finally defeated the strong men of Da Yang Mansion and reached a peak that he once did not dare to look up to.
"Chirp——"
A crisp sound of an eagle pierced the sky, and in the blue sky, a Vulcan Demonic Eagle flew past. Its wings passed through the blazing sun, and then flew away across the sky.
… …
After the Qiyao Light celebration banquet, Ye Zhenfeng received an invitation letter. The invitation letter turned out to be from a student of Taibai Academy, and the content of the invitation letter was to invite him to meet him at his residence.
This was Ye Zhenfeng's first time entering Taibai Courtyard. When he arrived, a tall and lanky young man was already waiting outside the door.
Ye Zhenfeng was surprised, he didn't know this person, why did he want to see him?
He asked: "Do you want to see me?"
The tall and thin young man saluted and said: "Bu Ya, Mr. Ye, it's not me who wants to see you, but my son. Bu Ya will guide you, please -"
Bu Ya raised the lantern in his hand, turned around and led the way forward.
Ye Zhenfeng followed closely, and soon the two of them passed through a waterside pavilion corridor and arrived at a bamboo courtyard. He was astonished. He did not expect that there was such an elegant place in Taibai courtyard.
There is a green lotus pond in the residence. The mahogany corridor of the residence is built on the lotus pond. You can reach out and touch the green water of the pond.
The mahogany corridor is flanked by huge ancient pines, and their branches stretch over the upper end of the corridor, forming the shape of an arch bridge.
There is a table placed above the corridor. The table holds several plates of preserved fruits and a pot of fragrant tea. A young man in white is leaning on the table drinking tea.
Bu Ya stretched out his right hand in a gesture of invitation, and then said: "Young Master Ye, my young master is waiting for you there - please!"
Ye Zhenfeng slowly walked towards the young man. Looking from a distance under the moonlight, he saw that the young man was wearing a white moonlight fluorescent dress. His face was as white as jade, his eyebrows were handsome, and he held up a glazed tea cup with his long white fingers.
The glazed teacup was placed on his lips, but he was not drinking, as if he was thinking about something.
Suddenly, fishes jumped up high in the water and ate the blooming lotus flowers. Only then did he recover.
At this moment, Ye Zhenfeng's gentle footsteps could be heard on the mahogany corridor, and the young man suddenly came back to his senses and turned to look at him.
The breeze blew over the young man's fair cheeks. He had a pair of narrow and beautiful eyes, with pupils as pale as amber and glowing with a faint starlight.
The moonlight clothes gently slid down the side of his shoulders and neck, and the left collarbone was beautifully exposed. The long hair was scattered lazily on his shoulders and neck. The boy's hair was as white as Han Ziyue.
"Young Master Ye, you are here, please sit down!"
If the young man hadn't spoken, Ye Zhenfeng would have really thought he was a woman.
Ye Zhenfeng nodded and took his seat, then cupped his hands and said, "I wonder who you are? Why did you come to me here?"
The young man said: "My name is Fu Heng, and I am the fifth prince of the Hengwu Kingdom in the Hengwu Divine Continent."
The young man introduced himself to his family, Ye Zhenfeng couldn't help but stare in astonishment, then stood up and saluted again, saying: "Your Highness, the Fifth Prince!"
Fu Heng said hurriedly: "We are all classmates in Da Yang Mansion, so there is no need to be polite. You can just call me Fu Heng."
Fu Heng is lazy, indifferent, easy-going, and doesn't care about royal etiquette.
If he didn't declare his family status, outsiders would never know that he was a prince.
Ye Zhenfeng secretly thought, there is indeed a crouching tiger, hidden dragon in Da Yang Mansion. Unexpectedly, there is a prince in Taibai Courtyard. No wonder I heard people say that there are many high-status people hidden in Da Yang Mansion.
He then thought again, my Ye family seems to have little contact with the Hengwu Kingdom? I wonder what the fifth prince wants to do with me?
Fu Heng said: "Young Master Ye first showed his brilliance in the Qiyao Light Competition. He has only been in Da Yang Mansion for just half a year, and he has achieved such achievements. It is really admirable. I wonder if Young Master intends to join our Hengwu Kingdom? What do you think? My guest?"
Ye Zhenfeng said in confusion: "The Hengwu Kingdom is the most powerful country in the Hengwu Divine Continent. The country is so powerful and there are so many talents in the country. Fifth Prince, I wonder why you came to me?"
Fu Heng lowered his head and smiled, then stood up and said:
"Young Master is an outspoken person, so I will tell you frankly that although our country, Hengwu, is powerful, the four royal brothers above me are also very powerful."
"Although I am a prince, there is no power behind my mother's family. Moreover, my mother died young and I have no mother to protect me when I was young. The battle for the throne is weak."
"That's why I stayed away from the Royal Academy and traveled thousands of miles to study in Da Yang Mansion. The first purpose is to temporarily get rid of the whirlpool of power struggle, and the second is to keep a low profile and secretly recruit talented people."
After he finished speaking, he turned back to look at Ye Zhenfeng, and then said, "I wonder if Mr. Ye can help me?"
Ye Zhenfeng thought for a while, then shrugged and said: "Fifth Prince, with your status, you will not worry about no one joining. I have always liked freedom and don't like to be restricted by others. I hope you don't blame me!"
Fu Heng laughed and said:
"A hundred birds can be seen in the forest, fish can be found in the sea, and the sea and sky are vast. What would you not yearn for? It's a pity that as a prince, I can't do this."
"How can there be a way to have both in this world? As the saying goes, everyone has his own ambitions, so don't force yourself. Even so, I think it would be good if I could be friends with Mr. Ye!"
Ye Zhenfeng thought he would force himself. As the saying goes, if you are not a subordinate, you will be an enemy. Unexpectedly, Fu Heng is an open-minded person, and his personal charm is really impressive.
Ye Zhenfeng said: "It is my honor to have someone like you, the fifth prince, as my friend!"
Fu Heng smiled slightly and said, "In that case, just call me Fu Heng from now on."
For several days, nobles from the royal family came to Chenxingyuan to recruit talents, but they were all rejected by Nangong Qi.
After all, he hopes that students will focus on their studies and not become tools for others to fight for power. It is better not to be involved in royal battles.
Lan Zuiwu said angrily: "Huh, I don't think any of these royal nobles are good! They are usually aloof and look down on others at all. When they become famous, they come to fawn over them. What the hell is that!"
Chu Mubai smiled and said: "Zuiwu, you seem to be very prejudiced against the royal family and nobles!"
Nangong Qi, who was calmly writing calligraphy on the side, suddenly said, "Is it possible that he was madly pursued by some royal nobleman?"
"Dean Nangong——" Lan Zuiwu put his hands on his hips and stretched out his hand to throw out the corpse fan.
Nangong Qi raised the brush and typed it back lightly. Still writing calligraphy with his head down, he said: "I taught you the Corpse Transformation Fan, not for you to use against me!"
Ye Zhenfeng and Chu Mubai put their heads together and discussed privately: "Seeing Zui Wu so angry, it seems that Dean Nangong is most likely right!"
"Yeah, 80% so!"
"What are you two whispering about?!" Lan Zuiwu put his hands on his hips and looked at the two of them with evil eyes. An unknown evil fire suddenly rose behind him.
Nangong Qi said coldly: "As the child grows older, this tigress' temperament begins to show. Alas... I don't know which guy will be unlucky in the future!"
"Dean Nangong, what on earth are you talking about..."
Lan Zuiwu put his hands on his hips, stamped his feet and shouted angrily.
The day of daily fighting in Chenxing Courtyard has begun again.
After the Qiyao Light Competition, the relationship between the four masters and apprentices of Chenxingyuan became more and more harmonious.
Nangong Qi was still lazy as usual, not seeking advancement. He drank wine, admired flowers, and slept with his legs curled up in his spare time, enjoying his old age in advance.
The more he behaved like this, the more eager to learn the three students became. They all used every opportunity to ask for advice from him, and they almost had the tendency to squeeze him dry.
But strangely enough, this Nangong Qi is like a treasure house. No matter how they learn it, they can continuously output martial arts.
Not only that, he actually knows several of the same type of exercises, which is really a strange person.
