In the early morning of the second day, dozens of people appeared on the front slope of Yinguang Snow Mountain at the same time.
Among them are the newly promoted disciples of the four major sects, as well as trial competition service personnel sent by the Fantasy Sword Sect.
Standing in the crowd, Ye Feng kept scanning the other three sect disciples with his eyes. He found that among the new disciples of the other three sects, some of their auras were quite powerful, not much worse than when he released his aura with all his strength.
When his eyes glanced at the disciples of the Transformation Sect, Ye Feng noticed a young man wearing a silver-white gown among the disciples of the Transformation Sect.
The young man is of average stature, or rather short. But for a person like him, standing among the crowd, he always gives people the feeling of standing out from the crowd.
Realizing that Ye Feng was looking at him, the man in silver shirt turned around and grinned.
Suddenly, the man in the silver shirt stretched out his hand and wiped it on his neck, then pointed at Ye Feng, waved his hand, and pointed his thumb towards the ground rudely.
Provocation, this is a naked provocation. In an instant, Langwen and others became agitated. Lu Fei, who is straightforward and has a hot temper, glared at each other angrily and opened his mouth to curse.
"Shut up!" Li Yuanhang scolded behind everyone.
He came to Ye Feng and whispered: "That young man in silver shirt is Nie Henshui. When the trial starts, you must be careful."
Ye Feng nodded and slowly moved his gaze to the area where the disciples of the Fantasy Sword Sect were.
As the largest sect in the Yin Shang Kingdom, the sect that has won the first place in the trial competition five times in a row, the disciples of the Fantasy Sword Sect have a strong sense of superiority.
After scanning the Huanjian Sect disciples for a moment, Ye Feng's eyes focused on a tall and burly young disciple in the crowd with a sinister expression on his face.
This young man is not like Nie Henshui, with the arrogance of standing out from the crowd. On the contrary, there seems to be a layer of fog around him, and even standing where he is, he gives people a sense of paradox.
Ye Feng knew that it was a feeling that he would only have when his strength was far beyond his own. If the strength of two people was between the two, it would be impossible for the other party to give him such a hazy and fuzzy aura.
"Su Yafeng!" Ye Feng said softly in his heart.
On the opposite side, Su Yafeng was keenly aware of Ye Feng's peek. He turned around, glanced at Ye Feng, and nodded.
Although Su Yafeng was not as arrogant as Nie Henshui, it still made Ye Feng feel tight in his chest.
Especially Su Yafeng's subconscious action of licking his lips made Ye Feng feel that he was not facing a person, but an angry and ferocious monster.
"This person is definitely the most dangerous among all the contestants." Ye Feng warned himself quietly in his heart.
Ye Feng was looking at the others, and the others were also looking at him.
A total of fifteen disciples from the Huajian Sect participated in the trial this time, and half of them were young women.
Among the many gorgeous women, there was a pair of eyes shining like cold stars, staring closely at Ye Feng.
Sensing something strange in the eyes behind him, Ye Feng turned around and realized that the person staring at him was a particularly beautiful young woman.
The woman's face is not exactly that of a fallen fish, but rather there is a hint of heroic aura. It is this aura that makes the woman particularly extraordinary and makes her unknowingly the focus of everyone's attention.
Facing the woman's gaze, Ye Feng smiled slightly and nodded towards her.
When the woman saw Ye Feng smiling at her, she nodded slightly towards Ye Feng, but her expression was still as cold as ice.
After the disciples of the four major sects stood in the square, the white-haired elder of the Huanjian Sect walked out of the tent.
Glancing at the new disciples of the four major sects, the white-haired elder nodded and said: "Everyone, today is the day when the trial competition begins. I announce that from now on, the new disciples of the four major sects will officially enter the trial field.
Now, I would like to invite the captains of the new disciples from the four major sects to collect your rations for the half month you enter the mountain. I declare in advance that in order to test your will to survive, these rations are not enough for a group of you to eat and drink for half a month. Therefore,
Whether you plan to eat or find another way out, you have to make up your own mind."
After saying that, the elder waved his hand and signaled Liu Bolian to take out the rations prepared for the disciples of the four major sects.
Four people came out of the camp of new disciples of the four major sects. The one who came out of Lishui Sword Sect was naturally Ye Feng, but the one who came out of Huanjian Sect was not the man who made Ye Feng feel dangerous, but a
An extremely beautiful male disciple with a delicate, fair complexion.
After Ye Feng came to Liu Bolian, Liu Bolian immediately handed Ye Feng the bag in his left hand.
After slightly weighing the robe with his hands and realizing that it weighed at least dozens of kilograms, Ye Feng nodded and turned to leave.
On the way back to his own camp, Ye Feng walked across from Nie Henshui.
The arrogant and domineering Nie Henshui whispered at the moment when he and Ye Feng were in the same body: "Boy, if you have something to eat, you can eat, and if you have something to drink, you can drink. I will never let you walk out of the Silver Snow Mountain alive."
"Not necessarily." Faced with Nie Henshui's threat, Ye Feng showed no sign of weakness. He shook his robe and whispered: "The air in the Snowy Mountains is thin. People like you who like to blow air, don't be suffocated by the thin air.
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"You..." Ye Feng's teasing made Nie Henshui tremble with anger.
He glared at Ye Feng fiercely, stopped talking, and walked quickly to Liu Bolian.
Behind Nie Henshui, the heroic woman in Huajian Sect slowly walked forward.
When passing by Ye Feng, she suddenly took out a paper ball from her pocket and threw it into the bag in Ye Feng's hand.
The woman's action stunned Ye Feng. He didn't say much, pretending that nothing happened, and quickly returned to his own camp.
In the camp of the Lishui Sword Sect, Lang Wen and others saw Ye Feng returning and immediately surrounded them. Lu Fei was impatient and stepped forward to open his trousers, but was stopped by Ye Feng.
"Okay, let's set off now." Ye Feng said in a deep voice.
Under his scolding, Lu Fei retracted his neck unwillingly, while Lang Wen and others followed Ye Feng without saying a word.
The person who led Ye Feng and others to the west hillside was a disciple of the Fantasy Sword Sect.
Although this disciple is not as handsome as Liu Bolian, he still exudes a sense of arrogance.
Realizing that he could not see through the cultivation of this leading disciple, Ye Feng could not help but re-evaluate the strength of the Huanjian Sect.
In the Lishui Sword Sect, Ye Feng's strength has firmly ranked among the hundred masters in the inner court. But in the Huanjian Sect, the disciple in front of him can only play the role of guide. It has to be said that the two major sects have
There is an incomparable gap between them.
After turning around the south hillside, the disciples of the Huanjian Sect led Ye Feng and others to the foot of the west hillside.
After standing at the foot of the mountain, this Fantasy Sword Sect disciple said loudly: "Everyone, this hillside is the direction you are climbing. You listen carefully, from now on, within three hours, you can only climb the mountain, and you cannot interact with anyone.
There is a conflict between people. Three hours later, you will see a brown stone tablet. Only when you step over that stone tablet will you truly enter the trial site. At that time, you can look for tokens, or you can snatch tokens from others. Life or death.
Don’t talk about it.”
The arrogant appearance of the disciples of the Fantasy Sword Sect made Lang Wen and others hold back their anger. However, thinking of the upcoming competition, no one spoke up to resist without understanding the overall situation.
Seeing that everyone was ready, Ye Feng nodded and took the lead towards the Silver Light Snow Mountain. Behind him, Lang Wen and others saw Ye Feng taking the lead in climbing the mountain, and they were also unwilling to lag behind and quickly followed his footsteps.
The group of people quickly disappeared on the hillside. After Ye Feng and others entered the Silver Light Snow Mountain, the Illusion Sword Sect disciple took out a bamboo tube from his sleeve and opened the lid of the bamboo tube towards the void.
"Bang" a ball of colorful light exploded in the void.
Along with this light bomb, there were three flickering light bombs coming from three directions: north, south, south, and south.
Four fireworks appeared, proving that all the disciples of the four major sects had entered the trial field.
After seeing this scene, the white-haired elder of the Fantasy Sword Sect standing in the open space at the foot of the mountain said loudly: "Now that the competition has begun, you have nothing to worry about. From now on, you can rest by yourself. Every night,
Please report to my tent."
After the white-haired old man finished speaking, everyone dispersed. On one side of the open space, Liu Bolian, who had nothing to do after distributing food, stared at the west of the Silver Snow Mountain, with a trace of contempt in his eyes.
"Boys from the Lishui Sword Sect, once you see the food, you will probably no longer be arrogant. I think that within ten days at most, you will all die in the snowy mountains." Thinking of the pleasure, Liu Bolian chuckled.
Laughed.
After laughing, he walked leisurely towards his tent and entered the warm tent.
On the west slope of Silver Snow Mountain, Ye Feng and his group formed a line and slowly headed towards the top of the mountain.
When they first climbed the mountain, no one felt any tiredness, but as they went deeper into the mountain, they felt more and more the harsh mountain wind and the fatigue of their bodies.
For a swordsman, mountain climbing shouldn't be too strenuous. But Silver Light Snow Mountain is different. Not only is the climate here harsh, but the air is also scarce, so much so that after an hour of continuous marching to the top of the mountain, Langwen's forehead oozed out.
Layers of sweat.
"Senior Brother Ye, we can't do it anymore. Let's take a rest first." Langwen said breathlessly.
Seeing that everyone was tired and unwilling to move, Ye Feng nodded.
He chose a snowy valley sheltered from the wind and sat down, then opened his robe, took out several small bags filled with food, and threw them to Lu Fei and others.
"Tsk, tsk, let me see what food the disciples of the Fantasy Sword Sect have prepared for us." Lu Fei picked up the food bag carelessly.
He had just opened the mouth of the bag, and his expression couldn't help but change. He put his hand into the mouth of the bag and kept digging around, and finally his face turned pale.
"Senior Brother Ye, you can't eat these fried rice." Lu Fei said in panic.
Seeing Lu Fei's appearance, other disciples also opened their food bags one after another. The mouth of the bag was opened, and everyone's expressions changed. They turned around and looked at Ye Feng in panic, their eyes filled with horror.
The panic-stricken look on everyone's face gave Ye Feng an ominous premonition in his heart.
He took out a bag of rations and opened the mouth of the bag. A strong evil aura immediately rose on his face.
"Liu Bolian." Ye Feng said through gritted teeth. He casually grabbed a handful of fried rice from his pocket, spread it out in the palm of his hand, and couldn't help but sigh.
The bag contained fried rice, a specialty of the northern Shang Dynasty. However, nearly half of the fried rice was mixed with sand.
The white fried rice was spread out in the palm of Ye Feng's hand, revealing a yellow-brown color. Finding that all the fried rice was contaminated with sand, Ye Feng couldn't help but clenched his fists.
You can't blame Ye Feng for being careless in this matter. After all, no one would have thought that Liu Bolian would be so bold as to tamper with everyone's rations in front of the elders of the four major sects.
Thinking that the fried rice was no longer edible, Ye Feng, who was not easily angered, had several cold gleams in his eyes.
"This time I leave the Silver Light Snow Mountain, I will definitely make Liu Bolian pay the due price for what happened today." Ye Feng said in a dark voice.
After saying this, he took out the paper ball inside the bag, then threw it hard and threw the bag out.