At first glance, there was no spiritual pressure in this woman's body, as if she was a mortal. However, Liu Changsheng used the secret technique of divine thoughts to investigate carefully. This woman was at the peak of the late stage of the Golden Pill.

"Could this girl really be Zi Yu?"

A strange idea emerged in Liu Changsheng's mind.

When Zi Yu left that year, his magic power had returned to the early stage of the Golden Pill. Now more than twenty years have passed, and it is not impossible to advance to the late stage of the Golden Pill.

Zi Yu carries a lot of secrets on her body. Now this woman is covering her face with a black veil, and it seems that she is deliberately hiding something.

Liu Changsheng withdrew his gaze, but he became more curious and concerned about these barbarians...

Although opportunity is important, life is even more important. On the ring, there are not many people fighting with their lives. Almost all monks use their tricks as soon as they come on the court, striving to defeat their opponents as quickly as possible.

Obviously, none of these monks want to fight with others for a long time, and they don’t want their magical powers and secret techniques to be exposed to everyone’s eyes. They all want to use one or two tricks to force their opponents to retreat.

As a result, most of the fights were quickly divided, but there were several battles of equal strength, fierce and bloody. Four monks were even seriously injured by the opponent in the fight, and there was another one, both of them were injured and they were unable to fight again.

At the third minute of Shen Shi, there were only two games left in the second round of the arena. At this moment, a team of monks came from outside the city and strided straight to the direction of the arena. The man in white in the lead shouted from afar: "You are all practicing the Nascent Soul Cultivation that has been practicing for hundreds of years. Why are you so anxious? You will set up the arena before you can arrive. Is this in line with the rules?"

This person did not shout at the top of his lungs, but his voice was sharp and sharp, buzzing in everyone's ears, as if he was about to tear his eardrums apart. Those Qi Condensation Cultivators who were watching the fun near the ring were actually a boiling blood in their bodies, and dozens of people with low magic power fainted.

Hearing this, everyone looked at the monks in unison.

There are fourteen monks in this team, including thirteen monks, who are in the Golden Elixir realm. They are both men and women, with different appearances. However, the monk in white clothes in the white is a powerful Nascent Soul.

This man is seven feet tall, with white skin as jade, a beautiful face that is exuding in a strange state. The folding fan in his hand is light and he walks slowly in a leisurely shape, but one step is ten feet away.

At a distance, this person seemed to be a handsome handsome man, but when you look closely, this face is too beautiful, with eyebrows like spring mountains, eyes like autumn water, neck long, waist soft, and the slender jade fingers holding the fan as white and soft as spring onions. Even many young women do not have such a beautiful and evil appearance.

Seeing the appearance of this monk in white, most of the eleven Nascent Soul monks on the observation stage changed drastically, alert, disgusted, angry, and alert... all kinds of emotions were written on the faces of these old monsters who were not happy or angry on weekdays.

"Wen Ruyu, you traitor, dare to come here!"

On the viewing platform, the young man in silver robe with sword-browed eyebrows stood up suddenly and glared at the monk in white.

A sharp murderous intent burst out from his body. This murderous aura was like a substance. The Jindan monks under the viewing platform felt inexplicably frightened, and their skin was even more painful as if they were cut by a sharp blade. Many people couldn't help but activate the flow of true energy in their bodies and gave out the body-protecting spiritual light to resist the discomfort caused by this murderous aura.

Even Liu Changsheng's skin felt a tingling sensation. He was secretly surprised and looked up at the young man in silver robe.

This young man in silver robe is the Nascent Soul Elder led by the Divine Soldier Sect. Speaking of which, Liu Changsheng had met once. This man killed the seventh-level demon king, the powerful Vajra barbarian bull in the Purple Smoke Mountains that day and fled. His magical powers were powerful. Liu Changsheng could not distinguish the realm of this man that day, but now he could clearly sense that this man was at least a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

The strong murderous aura of this person was the only one that Liu Chang saw in his life, as if a murderous god came to the world.

"Gongsun Wushang, you are defeated!"

The white-clothed monk Wen Ruyu glanced at the young man in silver robe like a mocking sound, and a faint white flame suddenly surged around him.

With the appearance of the white light, a biting chill suddenly filled the void. Following the strange cold, there was a terrifying spiritual pressure that was so vast that it was heart-pounding. With a bang, the void was twisted and blurred. Whether it was the Nascent Soul monk on the viewing platform, the Golden Pill under the viewing platform, and the Qi Condensation Cultivator, they all felt as uncomfortable as if they were pressed on lead.

"A late-stage cultivator of Nascent Soul!"

A thought emerged in Liu Changsheng's mind. The spiritual pressure that Wen Ruyu freely released was actually a little stronger than the spiritual pressure that Tu Zhan used to imprison him on the day. The cold flames around this person's body seemed not simple.

Feeling this vast spiritual pressure, the young man in silver robe changed several times. He reached out and pulled open the chair and was about to step out.

Wen Ruyu had already surpassed him in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul realm. Now, Wen Ruyu has become a great monk. Although his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, he has no confidence in winning. However, as a disciple of the Divine Weapon Sect, how can he show weakness in front of others?

"Gongsun Wushang, I am here today, not to communicate with you, nor to compete with all the Nascent Soul fellows, but to send some disciples into that small world to get opportunities. Of course, if someone stops it, if Master Evil Dragon angers, Master Evil Dragon suddenly has a whim and wants to invite the genius disciples of various sects to visit Xiaoyao Sect, this matter is a bit unpleasant!"

Wen Ruyu did not stop and got closer to the viewing platform. More and more white lights flew out from his body. Suddenly, these white lights circled and flew above his head and turned into eighteen white lightswords about till long, arranged in a fan-shaped shape. Although the lightsword was illusory, it was powerful spiritual pressure, and the sword body trembled slightly, as if it would slash towards the viewing platform at any time.

As Wen Ruyu approached, the Jindan stage and Qi Condensation stage monks couldn't help but shiver in the Qi Condensation stage, even the true qi, essence and blood in their bodies seemed to be frozen by ice, and they complained secretly.

Wen Ruyu's every move was elegant, but her voice was like a woman, sharp and sharp, which was very contrary to her image, exuding a bit of evil spirit. The translucent white cold flames flying around her body made her look even more evil.

However, when he heard his words, not only Gongsun Wushang's face turned pale and he stopped moving. The other Nascent Soul monks on the viewing platform also frowned and looked ugly.

Even though Wen Ruyu is a great monk in the late stage of Nascent Soul, how could he resist the joint attack of the eleven Nascent Soul monks on the viewing platform, let alone the group of Jindan disciples behind him. Xiaoyao Sect is a public enemy. As long as someone takes the lead and everyone attacks, it is enough to knock these thirteen Jindan monks into pieces. Now, he is coming with confidence, obviously under the command of the Evil Dragon Venerable.

Once the Evil Dragon Venerable comes back, who can stop him?

Many people are already thinking in their hearts that the appearance of the Evil Dragon Master a few days ago may have come with this matter? In this way, the opportunity in this small world is really quite large.

The Nascent Soul monks on the viewing platform looked at each other, but finally looked at Ao Feiyan.

Although the Evil Dragon Venerable is strong, the Xiaoyao Sect is strong, the West Sea Dragon Palace is even stronger. The person in charge of this trip to the small world is Ao Feiyan.

Wen Ruyu stopped more than ten feet away from the viewing platform, and slowly glanced over the Yuanying elders on the viewing platform, but finally fell on Ao Feiyan's face. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he exclaimed: "I have heard that Fairy Feiyan in the Dragon Palace of the West Sea is the most beautiful woman in the world. When I see you today, it's really good. Wen Ruyu of Xiaoyao Sect is polite!"

After saying that, he bowed slightly to Ao Feiyan and bowed from afar.

The middle and low-level monks watching the gala were silent, and their eyes turned to the Yuanying masters on the viewing platform. Few people dared to look at Wen Ruyu and the Jindan monks of Xiaoyao Sect.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense and depressing, and many Jindan monks even thought of turning around and running away.

Even the two Jindan monks who were fighting on the ring stopped the fight and looked at the viewing platform stupidly.

"It turned out to be fellow Daoist Wen. Feiyan did not invite disciples of Xiaoyao Sect to participate in this trip to the small world. The word "rules" mentioned by fellow Daoist Wen cannot use this stage selection!"

Ao Feiyan looked calm and did not care about Wen Ruyu's threat at all.

Although Xiaoyao Sect is strong, the West Sea Dragon Palace is the overlord of the sea. It is said that there is a super force in charge of true immortals. Compared with the West Sea Dragon Palace, Xiaoyao Sect is still a little worse, and there is no conflict of interest between the two. Because of this, Ao Feiyan took action against the Evil Dragon Venerable that day, but the Evil Dragon Venerable seemed to ignore it and did not make things difficult for Ao Feiyan.

"Fairy Feiyan's words are wrong. I now have three hidden dragon orders in my hand. These three hidden dragon orders were issued by the fairy in the name of the West Sea Dragon Palace. How can it be said that they were not invited?"

Wen Ruyu shook the folding fan with a smile on her face. After saying that, she raised her robe sleeve with her left hand, and three lights and shadows flew out, turning into three tokens about a foot long and flying in the air. Among the tokens, there was a vivid little golden dragon.

Seeing these three tokens, at least half of the cultivators understood why the three forces had not arrived yet. It seemed that they were not late, but that the token was robbed by the Xiaoyao Sect, and their lives might be lost.

These medium-sized sects and aristocratic families have few Nascent Soul masters and cannot send Nascent Soul Elders to escort their disciples to Jinao Island like the seven major sects.

Ao Feiyan's expression also became solemn. After hesitating for a moment, he said with a faint smile: "These three hidden dragon orders were indeed issued by my West Sea Dragon Palace. Since that's the case, Feiyan can be the leader of these nine places and transfer to the Xiaoyao Sect. However, all fellow Taoists came one step late and were not qualified to participate in this competition. If Fellow Daoist Wen has any objections, why not invite Senior Evil Dragon and Feiyan explains this to him in person!"

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