A year later.

Long stay.

The annual Fairy Sword Conference is finally approaching in the spotlight.

During this period, many major events that shocked the world also happened.

The non-return inkstone in Songli Mountain's hand was stolen, and it was very likely that it was done by killing Qianmo.

But Bai Zihua and the other three statues had no choice, and in the end, they couldn't do it.

Moreover, the floating pearl of Ni Qianzhang, the lord of Penglai Island, was also snatched by Kill Qianmo, and he also killed Ni Qianzhang.

Ye Feng and Hua Qiangu comforted for a long time before Ni Mantian returned to normal.

Before the start of the Fairy Sword Conference, the Emperor of Shu suddenly fell seriously ill and summoned Meng Xuanlang back.

Therefore, Meng Xuanlang had no way to participate in the next competition, so he had to leave, and he left with Qingshui.

In addition, the Purple Smoke Immortal came to Changliu for the reason of observing the Immortal Sword Conference.

But discerning people basically know that this immortal drunkard does not mean to drink, her goal is Bai Zihua.

"Zihua, a disciple of the Changliu faction,"

"The qualifications are very good. ”

Zixun and Sanzun walked together and said with a smile.

"How?"

"Could it be that the immortals also moved their minds to accept apprentices?"

Mo Yan asked with a smile.

"That's not it, I'm not going to rob your long-term disciples. ”

Zi Xun replied lightly.

"It's just curious, Zihua is going to recruit disciples this time,"

"Which disciple can win the leader of the Immortal Sword Conference. ”

Zixuan continued.

"Neon Sky,"

"This woman is extremely talented and cultivates quickly,"

"I think it's number one. ”

Sheng Xiaomo said with a smile.

"The ...... in the Sky"

"She is a disciple of that one now, and she may not necessarily attend this conference. ”

Bai Zihua shook his head.

"That's just as well. ”

Mo Yan nodded approvingly.

It is no secret that Ni Mantian became Ye Feng's second disciple.

"Evil Immortals?"

"Sure enough, as rumored it, that one is here. ”

Zixun thought to herself.

......

Before you know it, the Fairy Sword Conference has finally begun.

The annual conference is naturally very grand, and the heads and disciples of the major righteous sects are invited.

Among the Changliu faction, there will also be more than 8,000 disciples participating in the competition.

From top to bottom, it is divided into various levels of competition.

After the freshman group excluded Meng Xuanlang, Qingshui, and Ni Mantian, there were less than ten people left.

The leader of the Fairy Sword Conference mentioned by the three respects was actually the first person in the freshman group.

After all, the disciples who joined earlier already had their own masters.

Only the latest class has the opportunity to become a disciple of Baizi painting.

"Alas, the sky, don't be sad,"

"I'm still here. ”

Ye Feng patted the girl's shoulder and comforted.

Killing Qianmo attacked Penglai Island and killed Ni Qianzhang, which was something he didn't expect.

"Hmm. ”

Ni Mantian nodded.

In the invitation position of the owner of Penglai Island, there sat a person she was not very familiar with.

It's not that she's been ostracized. Instead, she chose not to inherit the position of the owner of the island.

Instead of rectifying forces on Penglai Island and intriguing all day long, it is better to be with Ye Feng.

Isn't Hua Qiangu the best example?

"That's right, it's all over the sky,"

"Are you really not going to participate in this Fairy Sword Conference?"

"You have a good chance of winning the championship. ”

Little Bone asked.

"It's just the first place in the competition, what's so unusual. ”

Man Tian raised his head proudly.

Before meeting Ye Feng, she was indeed very rare in this position.

After all, Bai Zihua's identity strength is there, and no one would want to miss such a good opportunity.

Now as Ye Feng's disciple, she doesn't care about that thing at all.

On the surface, she is still a disciple of the Changliu faction, but everyone knows that she is the second disciple under the command of the evil immortal.

"Now that the heads of the various factions have arrived, let's prepare to start the conference. ”

Bai Zihua ordered.

Hearing this, Luo Shiyi nodded respectfully.

"In today's game, the players will be selected in the form of a draw, and the two sides will stand on the seven-star negative pole array,"

"You can move freely between the seven pieces, but you are not allowed to use hidden weapons,"

"Don't let the killer go, the point is up, and the one who lands first loses. ”

Luo Eleven bowed upwards, then looked at the disciples below and explained.

Soon after, he took out a wooden box and distributed the opponents by drawing lots.

......

Stay outside the mountain for a long time.

"Purple Smoke Immortals,"

"Leaving in such a hurry, don't you even look at your old lover twice?"

Just when Zi Xun wanted to leave secretly, a joking voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

When she turned around, she saw a young man in white clothes and white hair, looking at her with a wicked smile.

"Damn!"

"What the hell did you do to Sanzun?!"

A flash of anger flashed in Zi Xun's eyes, and his fists clenched.

Others may not be aware of it, but she, who is most familiar with Bai Zi's paintings, has noticed a few unusual flavors.

The white painting may not be the white painting of the past.

After discovering this, she carefully observed the other two.

Sure enough, there were problems at the top of the Changliu faction.

And this matter is absolutely inseparable from the evil immortals here.

"What did you do?"

"Did I do something?

"It's a girl, what's going on to slander this seat for some reason?"

Ye Feng smiled faintly and asked rhetorically.

As long as he doesn't give any special orders, the Changliu faction will always be the same as before, and this will not change.

And when he needs it, Sanzun will not hesitate to die for him.

"Evil Immortals!"

"You are really not a good person, I will pass on this news to the monks of the world. ”

Zi Xun said coldly.

Then, confidently wanting to leave the place.

With her body speed, there are indeed few people in the world who can keep her.

"Naive,"

"I thought you had some kind of trick to kill. ”

Ye Feng looked at the woman who ran away and smiled disdainfully.

Run away?

If he can let people run away by twenty levels, then he doesn't have to be the protagonist.

"Get the hell back,"

"Haven't you always liked white painting?"

"This seat gives you a chance to draw with Shirako forever. ”

Ye Feng condensed an earth-shattering hand, trapping Zi Xun in it.

A wicked smile flashed past, and the woman had a look of despair.

Not only could she not escape, but she also couldn't transmit news to the outside world, and her fate was just like Bai Zihua and others, controlled by Ye Feng.

"No, I like the sub-painting,"

"It's not a sub-painting that is controlled by you and has lost itself,"

"The man I liked doesn't exist anymore......"

Zi Xun said bitterly.

"It's so pitiful, my son is going to cry,"

"Since you don't like the current Baizi painting, how about this seat kill him?"

Ye Feng sneered.

"No!"

"You can't kill him!"

Zi Xun's face turned pale, and he subconsciously roared.

In the abyss of despair, I fell deeper into it.

"Look, don't you care about him?"

Ye Feng smiled faintly.

Zi Xun only felt that the man in front of him did not have the slightest temperature.

......