Bai Jingtian was also shocked by this scene. What kind of evil technique was this? It could actually swallow the opponent's martial spirit. Thinking of this, he quickly ran away, leaving behind the poor Gao Jin.
At this time, Mu Tianfeng was already at the beginning of his efforts. If he didn't deliberately pretend that nothing happened, he really wouldn't be able to scare Bai Jingtian! After swallowing a pill, adjust your breath secretly!
Gao Jin was still arrogant: "Give me back my martial spirit, otherwise my master, Master Daoxuan, will not let you go!"
Mu Tianfeng didn't want to pay attention to him, so he returned his martial spirit as a joke and continued to abuse himself?
"Uncle He! This person is not welcome in our family, please get him out!" He didn't bother to attack a person without any force. Furthermore, he also considered the power behind him.
In Mu Tianfeng's soul sea, the blood-red martial soul was extremely restless and turned into a sea of fire, trying to swallow up the energy on the soul sword pool.
The soul swordsman smiled coldly, turned his palm into a finger, and outlined sword patterns to form a five-yang talisman array, and circles of light surrounded it. As time goes by, the scope of the sea of fire gradually shrinks, but the struggle becomes more and more intense! As the master, Mu Tianfeng almost couldn't hold it, and he fell to the ground and fainted until the sea of fire subsided.
In a daze, I seemed to hear Uncle He’s worried cry!
After Bai Xianglan's soul was damaged, her memory was like scattered puzzle pieces, incomplete. Bai Wuji looked at her confused eyes and made up his mind that there were some things that he might as well forget. Especially the one who once made her fearful.
Every morning, when the first ray of sunshine shines into the house, Bai Wuji will call Tong Zixing over and say to Bai Xianglan: "This is your fiancé, Zixing." His words are as calm as water, but there is always a sense of intolerance. Doubtful determination.
Bai Xianglan always looked at Tong Zixing dubiously. He had the same deep eyes as hers, compared with Bai Wuji's indifferent expression. But in his eyes, there was an indescribable tenderness. Especially the concentration and affection made her inexplicably afraid. But she couldn't tell why.
As the days passed, the two became more and more familiar with each other. She gradually let down her guard.
That day, the two of them sat down after practicing sword practice in the courtyard. Tong Zixing wanted to test whether she really had amnesia, so she mentioned Mu Tianfeng to him, and the result made him happy.
After Bai Xianglan raised doubts, Tong Zixing lied! He said that this man was a playboy who had harmed many decent women and made her gnash her teeth! I wish I could kill this man with my sword.
Bai Xianglan awakened her martial spirit and made rapid progress in her cultivation. Soon he would break through to the third level of true energy. The only regret is that Bai Xianglan's distant feelings for him made his plan to cook her raw rice go bankrupt many times!
Wanhua Inn, in the Tianzihao room.
A beautiful figure stood quietly in front of the window, as if she was isolated from the world. Only she could appreciate the hustle and bustle of the world. Her beauty is a quiet beauty, elegant yet noble, gentle yet powerful.
She put her hands behind her back, raised her head slightly, and looked at the moonlight outside the window. Those bright eyes sparkled with curiosity about the world and love for life. The corners of her lips were raised slightly, as if she was smiling or sighing.
Outside the window, the moonlight sprinkled on her body like water, and her figure looked softer in the moonlight. The breeze blew from the window, blowing her hair, and those hair strands danced in the wind, as if telling her story.
There was no blemish on her face, just like a beautiful painting. The moonlight shone on her face, making her skin look fairer. There was a sparkle in the eyes that made people afraid to look directly.
"Here we come!" As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of red mist appeared out of thin air, and then a woman in red clothes appeared.
"My subordinates pay their respects to the lady," the woman in red said as she knelt down.
The woman didn't look back: "Is that thing missing?"
"No! The city lord's mansion was heavily guarded and there were many experts. Lu Yao couldn't get in."
"Yeah!" Sheng Sheng was so calm that he couldn't be more calm.
Lu Yao, a woman in red, felt uneasy. She had not completed her task and would be punished according to clan rules.
"Get up!" The woman turned around.
"Yes! Miss!" Lu Yao stood up and stood aside respectfully.
The eldest lady walked to the desk and whispered, "Tell me about this clan competition!"
Hearing this, Lu Yao took out a piece of paper from her body and handed it to her. I saw the word "list" written on it. She opened her beautiful eyes and took a look: "I didn't expect that this year, in this small Lin'an City, someone would awaken a heaven-level martial spirit. It's quite interesting!"
Lu Yao seemed to understand: This girl is Bai Xianglan, the third daughter of the Bai family, with mediocre soul power, and her subordinates were also surprised.
"Soul power does not reflect the level of one's rank. Never underestimate anyone."
"My eldest lady's teachings should be kept in mind by my subordinates."
"Cai Chongyuan from the Cai family, Li Qinglong from the Li family, Gao Qiwen from the Gao family, and Han Yuling from the Han family are all here!"
"Yes! For this year's competition, each family has sent its top leaders."
"That way! This year's competition shouldn't be boring," the eldest lady said with a smile. She was confused when she saw the last name: "Huangpin first-level Mu Tianfeng."
You need to know what can be noticed! They are all outstanding. Obviously, the children with lower grades are the least welcome! Not even on this list.
"Is there anything special about this person?"
Lu Yao heard this and told what happened recently.
The eldest lady frowned, Huang level jumped to the heaven level, and heard nothing about it. Whether the test is inaccurate or someone has manipulated it is unknown. But in just three months, going from the first level to the eighth level of the Martial God was far beyond the scope of genius. He immediately said: "Lu Yao! Focus on this person! Go ahead."
"Yes, Miss!" Upon hearing this, Lu Yao turned into a burst of red mist and disappeared.
The eldest lady gritted her teeth! Yelling: "I hope you are the person I am looking for!"
The Wanxia Martial Arts Arena is a huge martial arts competition hall, where competitions between generations of families have been held. Fight for ranking, decide life and death. I don’t know how many families died here. Around the fighting stage, the family members were crowded and lively. In the center of the competition arena, there stood a huge circular fighting platform.
The pillars are a hundred feet high, and the dragon-shaped carvings below are lifelike and domineering!
There are viewing platforms around the fighting platform, surrounded by layers of stairs, which can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people at the same time. There are eight viewing pavilions on the top of the stairs. Only guests with a transcendent status in the clan or distinguished guests from afar are eligible to sit.
I saw that the flags of various ethnic groups had been hung beside the Wangwang Pavilion, which was a clear sign. As handsome men from all races entered the pavilion, all the disciples exclaimed! Especially the entrance of Su Xiangling, the eldest daughter of the Su family, attracted attention. Wearing a light blue shirt and shredded skirt, flying flowers fell to the ground. The perfect figure, the hazy veil gives people a fairy-like beauty, and the soft hair flutters in the wind.
There are six female swordsmen around him, all of them extraordinary. The whole process gives people an amazing feeling!
And Han Ling'er of the Han family is naturally not far behind. Wearing a short black gauze skirt,
Dark gold long embroidered shoes, holding a flute. The eyes with long eyelashes and big eyes seem to be able to discharge electricity, attracting the hearts of thousands of young people. The oval face, pointed chin, charming cherry lips, slender waist, and charming figure all arouse the nerves of men.
"You're a vixen," Lu Yao, who was standing at the side, spat.
Su Xiangling seemed to have something on his mind, looking around as if he was looking for someone.
As soon as everyone arrived, Lin'an City Lord General Wan Tong stood up. As a master of Xuantian Mirror, he is full of momentum and can do it with just a flick of his finger. The fighting platform's protective formation is activated. The yellow light curtain quickly enveloped the fighting arena! Then he said: "Time flies! It's the annual talent selection event again. This city lord hopes that more talents will be born this year and contribute to the Yanhuang Continent."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of cheers from the audience!
He pressed Wan Tong's hands to indicate silence, and everyone listened silently.
"This year's competition is the same as in previous years. Everyone competes for ranking based on their ability. Ranking in the top three" will get a third-grade elixir, a top-grade combat skill, and a three-marked royal weapon. In addition, the first place will also receive a registration quota for Qingming Sect.
As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar! To know! In the past ten years, Qingming Sect has become the largest sect in Qingzhou, with thousands of disciples all over Qingzhou. It is said that a place rich in spiritual energy is of great benefit to warriors' practice.
And this quota is shrinking year by year. It is not easy to get a quota in a small place like Lin'an City. If the quota was not limited to Qingzhou children under the age of 18, they probably wouldn't be able to go.
Just listen to him continue: "For the top ten, you can get one Yunling Pill, one middle-grade combat skill, and seven places for each of the ten colleges. If you enter the top 100, you can get one low-grade combat skill! Ten bottles of Fuling Pills ." Next, he announced the rules: "To save time, we will use a group of ten, and the last person to fight will be promoted. No matter whether there are casualties, those with stage fright can abandon the game or surrender!"
As soon as the rules were announced, all the disciples entered the venue one after another.
In the Baijia Pavilion, Bai Wuji looked far away, not looking at Mu Tianfeng. I wondered in my heart: "Could this little beast have stage fright!". Also paying attention to him is Tong Zixing of the Tong family!
"Master! He was not found."
"It shouldn't be!"
The most anxious person is Mu Wuya, the leader of the Mu clan. He was the guarantor of the original agreement. He doesn't show up, although others can't do anything to him. But it still has an impact on the credibility of the leader of the clan!
"Sixth Elder! Are you sure that kid didn't come?"
When the Sixth Elder heard this, he smiled bitterly: "Who knows what that kid is up to? We have searched the entire Mu family, but there is no trace of him!"
Mu Wuya said helplessly: "Forget it, let nature take its course!"
Little did he know that Mu Tianfeng had changed his appearance, mixed in with the crowd, and entered the venue with the crowd. When he thought about it, he didn't want to be targeted, so he had to do this.
Inside the Han Family Pavilion
"Master said, this time Clan Bisu will be in the top three." said an old man next to him.
Han Ling'er waved her hand impatiently and said: "Second Manager, you have told me hundreds of times that we must strive for a good ranking, okay?"
"Miss! Just remember!"
"Are all our Han family members here?"
"As far as I'm concerned, Miss, everyone has entered the venue!"
Su Xiangling, on the other hand, was concentrating on the melee of tens of thousands of people below. The shouts and screams are endless. Those who fell were immediately dragged away by the guardian warriors!
After ten rounds of elimination, there were less than a hundred people standing on the field.
