Ye Xuan's spiritual sense was not only beyond his expectations, but also shocked him from the bottom of his heart. With Ye Xuan's current cultivation level, it was almost impossible to have such a powerful spiritual sense. Otherwise, he would not have fallen into Ye Xuan's way and easily agreed to fight Ye Xuan in his sea of consciousness.
He sighed to the sky, stood up from the ground in disappointment, coughed again, and spit out a mouthful of blood. I don’t know if this mouthful of blood was traumatized by the spiritual sense or because of a moment of anger. But his face was pale and there was no trace of blood.
Li Ruolin looked at him in shock and said to himself: "Did this kid Ye Xuan really win?"
Ye Xuan sat cross-legged and suddenly opened his eyes, and two sharp gazes as sharp as swords were directly shot at Ling Aoyu.
"Uncle Ling, I'll give in." His voice was plain, and his expression was neither happy nor arrogant.
After the words came, he grew up. At this moment, Ling Aoyu felt that the pressure on his sea of consciousness suddenly decreased, and then he felt that he was robbed and all of them came to life.
Ye Xuan's spiritual consciousness withdrew from his sea of consciousness and stood in front of him easily.
His eyes touched Ye Xuan's gaze, and the loss in his heart instantly turned into anger, but he and Ye Xuan had a word first, so he could not forcefully attack Ye Xuan and erase the sea of consciousness information obtained by Ye.
Ye Xuan chuckled lightly, calm and calm.
"Uncle Ling, the disciples of the spiritual battle today won by luck. I hope Uncle Ling will not hold a grudge."
"You?" Ling Aoyu's face turned cold, but he no longer had his original arrogance.
Under Ye Xuan's gaze, he felt like he was pulled out of his clothes and was dragged to parade.
"Ye Xuan, I, Ling Aoyu, today's defeat of your spiritual consciousness is because of the lack of the spiritual strength, and I have nothing to say. But today's shame will definitely be asked for you in the future. Remember the five-year agreement between you and me. On that day, I will destroy your body and spirit!" His voice was filled with resentment, and his eyes became extremely vicious.
Ye Xuan said calmly: "Is Uncle Ling a life-and-death battle with me?"
"So what, do you dare?" Ling Ao Ling Yu sneered.
"What are you afraid of? So what if you promise you? Five years later, a life-and-death battle will be held. On that day, the disciple will be convinced by all-round leaps. As for life and death? If you insist on fighting in one battle, the disciple will never show mercy."
Ye Xuan sneered, not taking Ling Aoyu's life-and-death battle to heart.
Li Ruolin sighed, he knew that the ultimate battle between Ye Xuan and Ling Aoyu was inevitable. However, with Ye Xuan's current cultivation level, it was difficult to defeat Ling Aoyu in five years, and it was more than the sky. It was not impossible to increase his cultivation level from the mortal martial arts realm to the Xuanwu realm within five years, but Ling Aoyu would never stagnate his cultivation level and wait for Ye Xuan to grow up.
Ling Aoyu glared at Ye Xuan and said coldly: "I hope you will practice day and night for the past five years with the energy of consuming and forgetting to eat. Five years? Humph, unless you have divine help, my cultivation level will at least be upgraded to the Mahayana level of the Illusion Martial Arts in five years. Do you have the strength to catch up with me?"
Ye Xuan shrugged easily, touched his chin with his right hand, and whispered: "Today I can cross two realms to defeat you with a battle of spiritual consciousness. What's impossible in five years? Even if my cultivation is somewhat different from you, I will be able to cross the level and beat you up like today, without any power to fight back."
"Arrogant!" Ling Aoyu's face was so angry that he shouted coldly, and he was about to leave.
Ye Xuan said playfully: "Uncle Ling, you'd better announce to the public that you and me have a five-year battle, so as to avoid someone venting anger on your behalf and asking for trouble for your disciples. If this happens, I'm afraid that in less than five years, your followers will be removed by secretly using their secret hands."
"Ye Xuan, you are getting more and more aggressive. Do you believe it or not, I will break the contract, and you will be killed now?" Ling Aoyu turned around and said furiously.
Ye Xuan stroked his chin and smiled calmly, "Whatever."
Ling Aoyu's eyes emitted a substantial sword light, eager to penetrate Ye Xuan. But he still endured it, roared and strode away.
Looking at his departure back, Ye Xuan smiled excitedly.
"You can still laugh, you are so bold. I offended Ling Aoyu, I'm afraid you will be sad in Moyun Sect Ri in the future!" Li Ruolin sighed, stroked Ye Xuan's head with his hand, and then said, "Did you really defeat him with your spiritual sense? This sounds a bit dreamy. What method did you defeat him?"
"Hehe, this is a secret." Ye Xuan smiled mysteriously.
"Boy, do you still need to keep it secret with the master?" Ling Aoyu gave him a thunderous thunder.
Ye Xuan grinned in pain, but still smiled: "I can't tell you about this matter. The time is right, so I will naturally tell the master without reservation."
Li Ruolin did not ask, but frowned. He looked at Ye Xuan and said seriously: "Are you sure that you will surpass Ling Aoyu in cultivation in five years?"
"Who can tell the future? Maybe!" Ye Xuan looked out the door, looking forward to the battle five years later.