The red clouds in the sky were still fluttering, and the red flowers shook their heads neatly. People in the stands who were standing collapsed on the ground, and those who were sitting stood up.
Even the old man in gray clothes who was indifferent to everything was no exception. His eyes showed deep fanaticism, and the other leaders also showed signs of fear. Only Ding Ming was the only one, who waved his big head.
Watching from time to time seems extremely ignorant.
In the competition stage, the pure white light was stained with blood, and blood could be seen everywhere. Su Fan held a broken sword in his hand and his eyes showed a fierce light. His face was pale and blood stains could be seen everywhere. His gray hair moved automatically without wind, and purple clouds wrapped around his body.
There were purple afterimages left everywhere.
Blood was flowing on the broken sword, and it was the blood of the red kite. The blood flowed along the sword body, to the hilt, to Su Fan's hand that turned white due to holding the broken sword tightly, and then dripped at his feet.
The sound of dripping blood was very soft, but it seemed that everyone could hear it. The surroundings were very quiet, and you could hear the chattering of the teeth of some of the disciples.
As soon as the broken sword came out, the color of the sky and the earth changed. The red clouds were floating, floating towards the distance. Is it floating? But it seemed like it was running away. There was something terrible behind the red clouds that could make Hongxia escape.
While everyone was guessing, the red clouds had drifted to nowhere, and a moment later, layers of purple clouds came from nowhere and filled the entire sky.
At this moment, it is no longer a competition between Su Fan and Hong Yuan, but a battle between the entire purple family and the entire red family, or a decisive battle in this life, or memories of the past.
This time, the red element was defeated. The broken sword scratched the neck of the red kite, and the scarlet blood spilled on the ground and floated in the air. The red kite was still laughing, the smile was so sad and so happy.
Su Fan suddenly understood that the red kite was just a chess piece of the old man in red. Even if the chess piece was swallowed, it would not affect the overall situation. However, if the role of this chess piece was exerted, it would be a huge disaster.
the benefits of.
Is it a chess piece? Is it really of little use?
Su Fan was stunned, a red shadow flashed before his eyes, the broken sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the red kite disappeared, unknown to where.
The old man in gray clothes smiled slightly, looked at Su Fan in the competition room, chuckled lightly, and said, "You win."
Su Fan was not at all happy, because he found that he seemed to have walked into a bigger conspiracy. The designer of this conspiracy was the old man in red, or maybe... the old man in purple.
Su Fan lowered his head and said nothing, and slowly walked down the competition platform. The disciples around him looked at him in fear, watching him walk away from a distance, not knowing where he was going.
The old man in blue and the old man in green looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what to say. Then they led their disciples out of the head hall and flew towards the department. In a moment, the old man in purple and the old man in gray were left outside the hall.
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The old man in purple smiled and turned his head, looking at the magnificent hall, wondering what he was thinking deeply about. Maybe he was thinking about the purple system that would become stronger after this victory, maybe he was thinking about... more things.
The old man in gray clothes kept his eyes on Su Fan until Su Fan disappeared from sight, then he turned his head thoughtfully and whispered: "Don't forget, you are also a disciple of Tianyuan Sect."
The old man in purple clothes still smiled, turned to look at the old man in gray clothes, and said lightly: "Master Messenger, please don't forget that you are not a disciple of Tianyuan Sect."
The old man in gray clothes looked at the old man in purple clothes coldly, then he fluttered his sleeves and stepped towards the main hall. There was a thunderous sound as he passed by, and the footprints left behind could still be seen.
The old man in purple turned around again and looked at the statue outside the hall with pious eyes. Green smoke curled up and clouds surrounded the statue. Due to years of wind and rain, it was no longer possible to see who the statue was, but its majesty remained, making people awe-inspiring.
Even if there is an insignificant gap at the corner of the clothes, it still cannot reduce the majesty.
The old man in purple bowed gently to the statue. There was no falsehood in this bow, only sincerity and sincerity. After bowing, the old man in purple turned into a purple shadow and flew into the sky.
Su Fan walked through the long steps and walked out of the red mountain gate. His heart was extremely messy. He didn't know why he was still so irritable even though he had achieved his goal today. Maybe it was because of the hot weather, or because the birds in the mountains were indistinguishable.
The timely cry disturbed his heart.
Su Fan let out a long sigh and flew towards the purple line. No matter what, the old man in purple clothes would not allow him to have the slightest doubt about what he did.
The old man in purple was sitting quietly in the yard, in the same position that Su Fan saw when he first came to Zixia Peak. Su Fan smiled, did not speak, and walked towards the old man in purple.
The old man in purple said casually: "Tomorrow, you can go and receive the reward from the competition."
Su Fan nodded slightly and stood next to the old man in purple. He lowered his head and looked at the purple flower in a very familiar position and the butterflies that flew from time to time on the flower. Maybe the butterflies were also contaminated by the purple air and turned into
The purple one.
The old man in purple pondered for a moment and then said: "You may still have many questions in your mind, but you just need to know that you will know one day."
Su Fan didn't ask or speak. After watching Zihua that night, Ziyi also said that he would know one day, so he really found out today. It turned out that the reason why he didn't practice the Qianzi Celestial Phantasm that night was because there was no Hongxia.
obstruction.
It turns out that there is no method or difficulty in practicing the Qian Zi Celestial Phantasm. As long as you have purple blood in your body and remember the magic technique to perform, you will be able to master the Qian Zi Celestial Phantasm.
Su Fan suddenly smiled, looking at the figure gradually disappearing in the corridor, he laughed silently. I don't know what he was laughing at. Was he laughing at his lack of experience in the world and being exploited repeatedly? Or was he lamenting that he still had value for use?
It's not exactly trash.
Red Shirt Peak, Sequoia Peak in the early morning, the red mist is no longer so annoying, the birds are still flying by, Su Fan flies towards the red peak alone.
Thinking about the extremely rich and heaven-defying reward, he couldn't help but laugh with joy. Even though the reward was unknown, it all belongs to him today.
As soon as Su Fan stepped into the hall, he saw Xiao Lin and Qin Yu. The two did not hate each other because of the mutual defeat that day. Instead, they had a closer relationship. Even when Su Fan came, they both responded with indifference.
Su Fan coughed twice and suddenly saw Hong Yuan sitting on the chair beside him. His heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself where the arrow from yesterday had hit him.
Hong Yuan smiled bitterly at Su Fan. Maybe it was Su Fan's performance yesterday that shocked him so much. At this time, there was no arrogance or disdain in his eyes, replaced by complicated respect.
Su Fan smiled uncomfortably at Hong Yuan and walked towards Qin Yu and Qin Yu. Qin Yu glanced at Su Fan and said coldly: "You actually defeated Ye Xue, you really don't give me face... No, really
I won’t give Master Qingyi any face.”
Xiao Lin smiled quickly and said, "Who is Ye Xue?"
"Who is Ye Xue?"
Su Fan's heart beat wildly. Ye Xue was Lin Ling, but could he tell Xiao Lin? With Xiao Lin's character, if he told him, he said that there would not necessarily be such a scene.
"Yexue is a female disciple of the Orange system. She has high cultivation and is very beautiful." Qin Yu quickly grabbed the words and started talking excitedly, with bursts of fanaticism in his eyes. "It is said that she also practices
Learned the Seven Colors of Tianyuan."
Xiao Lin looked extremely bored and said: "All of our sword cultivators are free and easy-going, have no love for women, and are serious in speech. But I didn't expect that there are exceptions. You said that Ye Xue is so good, why don't you be allowed to do it?"
What a great Taoist couple."
Su Fan said with a gloomy face, if you know Ye Xue's identity and can still say this, then you have really gone crazy in your cultivation.
Qin Yu didn't care about Xiao Lin's disdain, and said with a smile: "I am willing to be a Taoist companion for dual cultivation, but I don't know what I mean."
Su Fan pointed at the back of Qin Yu's heart and sent out a spiritual thought. Qin Yu was shocked and exclaimed: "Are you telling the truth?"
Xiao Lin shouted hurriedly: "What did he say?"
Qin Yu smiled quickly and said: "Nothing, nothing."
"Ahem."
An extremely majestic and familiar voice came into the hall. The three of them hurriedly shut up, retracted their smiles, and looked outside the hall. Hong Yuan, who was sitting on the chair, also stood up and looked respectfully outside the hall.
Su Fan nodded deeply towards Qin Yu, then lowered his head again, but he was thinking in his heart, why is Hong Yuan so strange today, not like the previous Hong Yuan, as if he has changed.
A warm breeze drifted into the hall, and a dignified man in red walked in. The four of them respectfully said in unison: "Disciple has met the master."
The old man in red smiled lightly and said: "Since you are already here, let's accept the reward."
After saying that, the old man in red glanced at Su Fan. Su Fan looked as usual and raised his fist towards the old man in red. The old man in red whispered: "Su Fan, you are the first. The reward you received is to enter the Colorful Palace.
An opportunity, although there are thousands of Tianyuan Pills from the faction, and a magic weapon forged by the old man in green."
The old man in red looked around and stopped at Hong Yuan. Hong Yuan trembled and hurriedly lowered his head. The old man in red clothes continued: "This time, all four of you are excellent, so I allow the four of you to work together."
Go to the Colorful Palace."
Su Fan sneered in his heart and said, the old man in red is really difficult to deal with, his mind is comparable to Wuming. Even if Su Fan thinks a lot, he can't resist his tricks. If the four of them enter the Colorful Palace together, the fortune inside will inevitably be reduced.
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The old man in red looked as usual, stretched out his hand to grab it in the air, and suddenly a black inner armor was in his hand, and handed it to Su Fan. Su Fan hurriedly took it with both hands, and put it into the storage bag with his mind.
The old man in red smiled and said: "This is a top-grade spiritual treasure. It took Junior Brother Tsing Yi a hundred years to build it. The materials used in it are almost sky-high. It is enough to withstand the fatal blow of the monks in the early stage of Nascent Soul."
Su Fan bowed to the old man in red with a smile. The old man in red immediately threw another storage bag. Su Fan took it and swept it. It was thousands of Tianyuan Pills. Su Fan suppressed the joy in his heart and stood there, waiting.