On Yongmei Street, in Fenghua Tower.
Ye Shengzhi's hand holding the ice mirror suddenly shook slightly. Another Yuzhou genius who was fighting with him saw that his hand was shaking. He was shocked and said: "Brother Ye, what are you..."
A faint blush of excitement suddenly flashed across Ye Sheng's face. He raised his hand a little, and the ice mirror in his hand suddenly dispersed and turned into thousands of icicles, like thousands of golden suns breaking through the clouds, rising from the Fenghua Tower. The attic was scattered.
In an instant, the air on all sides seemed to freeze.
All the spectators present had their faces covered with white frost and their breath turned into ice.
"Hey!" Someone uttered a sound, and a piece of ice fell in front of him.
Ding-ding-dong-dong, countless ice flowers fell from the sky and stacked around the Fenghua Building, reflecting the entire Fenghua Building into a fantasy building like ice and snow.
All the spectators gasped, and his opponent immediately withdrew his hand, looking dejected and ashamed.
But at this moment, Ye Sheng suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled, and said excitedly: "Fellow Taoists, Lu Zhong has appeared at Leistrike Ridge. I want to go forward and compete with him. Fellow Taoists, please help yourself. Today, Ye will Sorry!"
After saying this, he stood up.
He was about to leave the crowd and leave alone. How could the many monks in Fenghua Tower be willing?
Of course, everyone is not trying to stop Ye Sheng and not allow him to go.
Instead, they all said that if Mr. Ye is leaving, he should not forget his fellow Taoists.
Naturally, the words "Lu Zhong is a black-hearted demon sword" came out on Yongmei Street, and everyone else in the building also heard it.
Everyone couldn't help but be moved, and some people directly asked: "It turns out that the genius Lu Zhong actually has a nickname like the Black Heart Demon Sword? Brother Ye, you...could it be that you have an old acquaintance with Lu Zhong?"
Ye Sheng gave a long laugh and raised his sleeves to open a half-open carved window next to him. The next moment, his figure turned into a rainbow and shot out quickly.
Changhong flew across the sky and did not answer anyone's questions.
Naturally, Ye Sheng would not tell anyone that he had been tricked by the mysterious Lu Zhong Xiaoxiao in Mingyuefang in Pinglan City.
Although the two sides only had a brief taste of the fight at that time, Ye Sheng would never forget the feeling of failure! There was also the Lanke Spring and Autumn Picture that was infinitely close to a spiritual weapon. He wanted to keep it in his pocket, but it was intercepted by Lu Zhong.
This matter has been on Ye Sheng's mind for a long time.
Later, he bid farewell to his master and left Pinglan City. A large part of the reason was that he was unable to break through Qi training and enter the stage of spiritual transformation because of the intractable knot in his heart.
If he hadn't entered the secret realm of the spiritual world by chance, practiced the golden elixir, and broken the spirit, how could Ye Sheng be where he is today?
Lu Zhong comes at the right time today. All the grudges of the past can be resolved today!
Changhong cut through the sky and flew over Qingshi City.
Ye Sheng is now on the list of geniuses. In most cities in the Great Zhou Dynasty, he can obtain special identity tokens that exempt him from flying ban.
But not everyone among the other geniuses who discussed Taoism with him in Fenghua Tower had this privilege. Most of them could only jump down from the building, fly at low altitude, or simply use light skills to fly directly on the ground.
But everyone did not forget to chase Ye Sheng in the direction he left!
Such a movement attracted more and more attention. Naturally, people on the street asked: "What's going on?"
"Where are you going, fellow Taoist?"
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"Watch the battle between Ye Tianjiao and Lu Tianjiao!"
"Go to Lightning Strike Ridge!"
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More and more people are coming in, and naturally some people know that their speed is too slow. Maybe by the time they run slowly to their destination, the battle between Ye Tianjiao and Lu Tianjiao will have ended long ago - this is extremely rare. possible.
As a result, a large number of stragglers appeared in the crowd.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a tall puppet car with silver flowing light suddenly drove up from the street in front.
There was a girl in colorful clothes on the puppet car, holding a whip and controlling the reins, shouting loudly: "The super high-speed puppet car is going out to watch the battle of geniuses!"
"At eight thousand miles per hour, Lightning Strike Ridge can be reached in an instant!"
"The battle of genius will never be missed again, the opportunity must not be missed, the time will never come again!"
"Get in quickly, parking spaces are limited!"
"Twenty yuan beads per person, come quickly, until seats are full!"
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Oops, the timing of this call can be said to be extremely precise.
Naturally, most people are reluctant to give up twenty Yuan beads for a seat, and many people do not believe in the speed of this puppet car. However, in such a big city, there are always those who are not fast enough, and those who are bold and willing to gamble will grit their teeth and take out twenty Yuan beads. A Yuanzhu, raised his feet and rushed into the puppet car.
A huge crowd rushed out of Qingshi City.
Bluestone City has an ordinary name, but it is actually a county city and is at the same level as Pinglan City.
There were many experts in the city who were also shocked by this grand occasion.
Someone in the Hanging Deng Division was startled when he heard the sound: "Lu Zhong is here? How brave! Do you really ignore the wanted order from the imperial court?"
When Ye Sheng crossed heavy thunder and passed through thousands of falling thunders to reach the depths of Thunder Strike Ridge and in front of the light gate of the secret realm of the spirit world, he happened to see a young man in black confronting several monks in front of the light gate of the secret realm.
It is said to be a confrontation, but in fact it is more accurate to say that this should be a unilateral crushing.
I saw the young man in black standing in front of the light door, one hand behind his back, and the other hand just lightly stretched out from the air.
The young man's palm technique seems simple, but in fact it possesses all kinds of magical powers that are difficult to understand.
Under this light wave of palms in the air, several monks who had reached the Great Perfection in the late stage of Qi refining, including innate third-level warriors, several monks, either magical weapons and spells came out, or Qi and blood were shocked like a volcano. They broke out and all attacked the young man in black.
However, all these attacks, under the seemingly ordinary palm skills of the black-clothed young man, were like mud and water, and none of them had any effect.
The most frightening thing is that these magic weapons and attacks will freeze in the middle, and then all fly back to the master who used them.
Double the counterattack!
There were screams in front of the secret light door, and several monks flew to the ground one after another. They were injured and vomited blood, and their hands and feet were broken.
One of the warriors was angry and unwilling, and asked bleakly: "Lu Zhong, you are really a madman! Why do you have to interfere with us entering the secret realm of the spirit world without any injustice? How is blocking my opportunity any different from killing people? You bully the weak and act against the will. You really have no fear of God. Struck by lightning?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a bolt of thunder fell from the sky, but just in time, the young man in black raised his hand to catch it, and held it in his hand like cotton.
The young man in black holds a thunderbolt and is surrounded by electric snakes, but he is smiling and looking stern. He looks like a god or demon.
Several monks who fell in front of the light gate were stunned for a moment. Some of them did not dare to resist anymore. Although they were seriously injured, they reluctantly retreated quietly despite the pain.
When Ye Sheng saw this from a distance, he couldn't help but feel depressed.
He came flying over the rainbow in white clothes, shouting and asking questions from the sky: "Lu Zhong! I haven't seen you for ten years, and you are still so violent, cruel and unscrupulous! Is it true that everyone in the world is like a dog, and you can't be slaughtered? Ten years ago, Have you not killed enough in Pinglan City?"
The amount of information in this paragraph made the injured monks who fell to the ground feel happy and worried. Some people shouted in surprise: "Ye Tianjiao, help!"
Some people remained silent and retreated quietly.
When Ye Sheng's flying rainbow landed, Song Ciwan extinguished the thunder in his hand, just like extinguishing a wisp of floating ashes.
She stood solemnly in black clothes and said only five words: "Ye Sheng, you are here."
Ye Sheng landed on the blue-purple ground of Leistrike Ridge, which had a very different color and texture, and said, "Yes, I'm here to ask you to see if my Taoism is still as powerless as it was back then!"
When he landed, there was frost under his feet.
In an instant, it seemed as if there was a world of ice and snow with him as the center, spreading rapidly to the entire mountain in a radius of a hundred miles, like ink spreading in the water.
A bone-chilling chill that could even freeze a person's soul was radiating out in all directions at the same time.
The injured monks couldn't stand the coldness at all, but they all turned into ice sculptures in front of Song Ciwan in an instant.
Even with Song Ciwan's reaction speed, he didn't have time to do anything for them.
Song Ciwan's expression suddenly became slightly solemn.
Back then, Ye Sheng was not good at ice magic!
These methods are most likely learned from the secret realm of the spiritual world.
(End of chapter)
