Just before those powerful people in the Void Wheel Realm arrived.

A hearty laughter suddenly came from the sky: "Tomb of Xianyin Sect, today I will bring my junior brothers and sisters to watch Ye Shaoxian and Mo Jianmo's decisive battle!"

The sound was like thunder, resounding throughout the desert.

The next moment, everyone saw a golden lotus in the sky, and a group of people came on the golden lotus.

"Ha, you are really here, you are still so arrogant."

But before everyone in the desert recovered from the vision of the tomb, the sky suddenly became dark clouds.

It's cold and it's raining!

In the eyes of everyone, another attic flew over the sky, and a group of young women were standing in the attic.

"That is the Saint Feng Lan magic weapon of Tingyu Tower!!" The crowd screamed excitedly.

"Saint Feng Lan is also the top ten in the Taoist Palace List!!"

"What a powerful vision, these top ten sects of saints are really powerful!"

Just as the crowd was amazed, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly broke through two big holes, and a pair of black pupils appeared and bursts of black lights were blooming.

"It seems that I'm not late yet." Another man's cold voice was filled with unquestionable arrogance in his words.

Then, a majestic aura crushed down from above like a sky tilting, making the tomb and Feng Lan feel as if they were carrying a small hill.

Feng Lan's face darkened: "I heard that the fifth place on the Dao Palace List is the name of Cang Yue, the saint son of Ling Yuzong. I saw it today and it was really extraordinary."

The cultivators below were amazed and discussed the confrontation between the three top sects.

"Are these the top geniuses of the ten sects? They are so impressive!"

"They are also the top ten combat masters on the Dao Palace List, and their strength is unfathomable."

"When will I be able to practice to their level?"

The crowd exclaimed one after another.

Ye Xing listened to the crowd around him, ate the melon and then started to slim the melon seeds again.

"I have to say that these saints and saints are very good at playing the show." Ye Xing said to himself.

These people are so good at pretending.

Ye Xing was speechless.

After a while, various strange phenomena appeared.

What kind of bright and soft holy light suddenly shines on the earth.

Or is the long dragon pulling a golden chariot.

There is also the Holy Son, you are too much. It’s okay if you spread flowers and shout slogans, but you can’t save money. Just ask your junior brothers and sisters to carry the sedan chair.

Ye Xing shook his head and was unable to complain, should he set up a band in the future?

As the saints of the Ten Sects brought their junior brothers and sisters to watch the battle, Ye Xing also met many acquaintances.

They are all the Holy Sons of the Cave Xuan Realm who entered the ruins.

For example, Luo Shijing from the Xianyin Sect, the woman won the first place in the ten ruins at that time.

However, Ye Xing was quite disappointed with the woman and did not take it seriously.

"Look! It's the Ye clan's people who have arrived!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of excitement and shouting excitedly.

I saw a group of ten people flying from the sky. The people were all over the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds, and strange phenomena continued.

The golden dragon logo was painted at the cuffs of those people's robes.

Among those people, there was a young man in a golden dragon robe. His face was as handsome as jade, and he was very handsome. His whole body was full of fairy spirit, but he was like a golden dragon.

"It's Ye Zhijing! He's here!!"

"Haha! Is he the second place in the Taoist Palace List Ye Zhijing? This is the first time I have seen it!"

"I am worthy of being the son of the Night Clan, I am really like a fairy dragon!"

Listening to the crowd's exclamation, Ye Xing nodded.

My own brothers, I like you no matter how you look at them.

"It's pretty good to follow me."

After Ye Xing smiled and teased, he narrowed his eyes slightly and carefully observed that night's purity.

"The eight-part Fulong has reached its peak, but he not only practiced the eight-part Fulong, but also practiced other powerful body refining skills..."

Ye Xing threw the watermelon peel on the desert ground at will, and he wanted to get up and shout for Ye Zhijing to cheer for him.

However, he sat down again.

Guazhong's old habits have been dealt with again, almost revealing himself.

Ye Xing sneaked out of the Ye clan.

...

Top of the Sand Mountain.

Everyone in the Night Clan arrived.

This time, Ye Zhijing came here with only a few guards from the Void Wheel Realm, and was not accompanied by the real guardians.

As his Son of God, he usually travels with the Spirit-Slaying Realm, but that is not conducive to his practice.

Therefore, when you go out at night, you usually refuse to protect the Tao.

"Zhijing, how sure are you in a fight with the other party this time?"

Ye Zhijing's mother also came and asked worriedly.

Ye Zhijing looked calm and sighed: "It's between Wuwu, mom, don't worry, I won't have anything to do!"

Ye Zhijing's mother frowned when she heard this: "In this small place, will there be someone of the same age match you?"

Ye Zhijing nodded: "Mo Wujian is a Tongxuan sword body, and he also merged with the inheritance of a sword power in his early years, and his chances and luck are extremely high."

Ye Zhijing stood on the top of the mountain, looking into the distance.

He was waiting for Mo Wujian's arrival.

The time for the agreement has come, so it’s time to come.

Although Mo Wujian's origin is not as high as his, Ye Zhijing has never underestimated it.

Mo Wujian seems to have great luck, countless opportunities and countless fortunes have been obtained by him, and his rise over the years is unstoppable.

Ye Zhijing has already read the information of the Ye clan. Anyone who wants to compete with Mo Wujian for an opportunity will be killed. No one can get along with him. Mo Wujian has never lost in the past three years. Whether it is a battle at the same level or a step beyond the level!

Time keeps passing, just as everyone is a little impatient to wait.

Ye Xing, who had been lying on the chair for a while, opened his eyes and looked into the distant sky.

"Are you here? In terms of appearance time, he has suppressed Ye Zhijing..." Ye Xing sat up.

People nearby were speechless when they saw the little boy sitting on a lounge chair.

But no one dared to have the idea of ​​this little boy.

There is no reason. This little boy has a powerful cultivation level at the first level of the Taoist Palace realm. Who can beat them?

Besides, can you not accompany your parents when you come out at such a young age?

“Buzz.”

Just the next moment, a buzzing sound suddenly occurred between heaven and earth.

No, it is the sound of swords.

Many sword cultivators who were watching the battle were shocked to find that the long sword in their hands was not under control, and a tremor made a splash of swords that captured people's minds.

At this moment, a sharp sword energy suddenly appeared in the world.

"Mo Wujian, he is here!" Feng Lan narrowed his eyes.

"What a strong sword force, this guy is so strong." Tomb Feng's expression became extremely heavy, and there was even a faint sense of invisible fear in his eyes.

"Before breaking through the Void Wheel Realm, you have such a shocking sword intent. You are really powerful and not a human being!" Cang Yue said solemnly.

“…”

The swords in the hands of many cultivators were no longer controlled and flew towards one side of the sky, forming a Cambridge in the sky, and a young man in black walked slowly along the Cambridge.

Ye Xing frowned slightly: "It seems that Ye Zhijing has really encountered a strong enemy."
Chapter completed!