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Of course, the closer you are to the center, the better the location there should be, and people are crowded there.

Who told Ye Xiuwen and Meng Siyi to be late? The two walked around and found that there was no suitable place, so they only went to the side and found a place.

This location is not ideal, and there are some vines on the head.

Ye Xiuwen was going to clean up, but Meng Siyi was shaking her head.

Because this is the rule of the Falling Immortal Valley, not to destroy every grass and tree here, so that even after a hundred years, there can be fairies and come here.

"Ye Xiuwen, you have to remember, don't do anything, just close your eyes and recuperate, everything depends on fate!"

"I see! Call! ……”

Ye Xiuwen let out a long sigh and meditated.

At this moment, there is no study of martial arts, nor is there the raging of surging true qi, it is completely peaceful.

The whole valley was silent, and even everyone's breath could be heard.

That's the breath of a thousand people. And that kind of voice, when you calm down, will be extraordinarily clear.

Ye Xiuwen listened quietly, and the frowning brows that were originally frowned were actually breathed in with these countless voices, and finally relaxed.

He fell into the realm of enlightenment!

This kind of realm is very wonderful, just like a person, floating-floating-desire-immortal, soaring clouds and fog. He wandered in this realization.

He has found the true meaning, and that true meaning has to do with one's breathing.

In the Valley of Falling Immortals, there are thousands of people meditating and breathing, but few people have the same breathing rhythm.

So, Ye Xiuwen thought, can I distinguish a person with this rhythm of spitting and breathing?

Just like Meng Siyi, her breathing is one long and two short, snorting lightly and inhaling lightly, which is completely the rhythm of a woman's breathing.

And what about a big man who is a hundred feet away? His breathing is one long, one long, plus one short, one short.

This kind of spitting is weird, so Ye Xiuwen feels that he should be able to distinguish a person by the rhythm of this spitting.

But this is not the crux of the matter, because what Ye Xiuwen understands will be far more than that, he actually has to rely on this change in the rhythm of breathing to guess the enemy's position, and even make a move.

This is important because when there is a hostile situation, it is often a bit late to rely on one's own eyesight or even hearing to make a judgment.

If a person makes a move, his move is refracted in your eyes, and when you see it, or hear it, and then through your brain, make a corresponding response, then it is undoubtedly half a beat slower.

That's why, often, there are people who have seen their opponent's moves, but can't dodge them.

Because he wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

And what about Ye Xiuwen at this time? But he just understood this, so his expression stretched like a newborn baby.

"What is this weird man so stupid?"

This is Meng Siyi's nickname for Ye Xiuwen, and in her eyes, Ye Xiuwen is a weirdo. And a very mysterious person.

Although the two have been together for a while, Ye Xiuwen is like a huge mystery in front of her.

Moreover, Ye Xiuwen never said anything about the Tang Sect that she asked, as if Ye Xiuwen was not a disciple of the Tang Sect.

Of course, the reason why Ye Xiuwen didn't say it was naturally because he had a reason.

He thought of a person, and this person was Yun Yazi.

According to legend, Yun Yazi has returned to Tang Xuanmen. But at this time, there were still survivors of the Tang Sect, who were rushing to the Zhenwu Continent.

Therefore, Ye Xiuwen didn't want Yun Yazi to smell the breath of this. Hit those who survived.

And as for himself? Then hehe, he still can't wait for Yun Yazi to come out of Tang Xuanmen to find his own trouble.

…………

"Boom! Bang! ……”

The sunset was bloody, and the twilight did not stop, but I didn't want to At this moment, a thunder sounded in the sky, which startled everyone to look up.

But when I saw it, the sky was surging, and a huge spiral nest was formed.

The swirl nest, with a radius of 100 zhang, is like a tornado absorbing water, slowly turning, getting closer and closer to the top of everyone's heads.

But at this moment, no one will choose to escape from the tornado, but one by one, close their eyes and meditate!

Because they know that the great creation they have been waiting for has finally come, and it is the Immortal Gate! This is that one, the legendary fairy gate!

"Whew! Call! ……”

The endless power of heaven and the hurricane blew over everyone's heads, but for some reason, the black whirlpool should not be a hundred feet away, but they couldn't feel any wind pressure.

This is indeed the gate of the other world, an invisible door, dividing the two worlds, even the endless wind pressure, even blocked.

Unconsciously, in the end, spots of light were scattered in the black spiral nest.

That kind of light spot is like the stars in the sky, dotted with stars, flickering and flickering.

The arrival of the stars made everyone's nerves tense, and although they tried to calm that restless heart, it was difficult to suppress the expectation in their hearts.

The sense of anticipation was so strong that it affected the rhythm of their breathing.

Because at this moment, the time to compete for luck, has finally arrived. No one is an exception, no one can compete for it, everyone can only resign themselves to fate and respect the choice of the immortals!

"Buzz! Airplanes! ……”

A slight vibration came, like the sound of wings fanning, and it was this kind of sound, which could not be ordinary anymore, that made everyone more and more nervous.

One by one, the fairies appeared, Ye Xiuwen opened his eyes slightly, and carefully screened these fairies. But there were only a dozen of them.

They shine brightly, exuding a faint brilliance, just like naughty elves.

They dance in the sky, chase each other, and then spread out and begin to search for their respective hosts.

At this moment, everyone is very anxious, and there are 10,000 words calling in their hearts: choose me! Choose me!

However, these elves with different appearances are extremely picky, and they will parasitize your body if you don't call them.

Moreover, such a number is indeed too small, more than a dozen immortals, and thousands of Huangdan martial artists come to divide it, and there is not even a probability of fifty to one.

What's more, these picky immortals, sometimes even sometimes, don't choose a host at all, so they fly back to the immortal gate!

So at this moment, someone's heart is confused, which affects the rhythm of spitting and breathing.

But this is a big taboo, if a person's mind is restless, the fairy spirit will definitely not enter the body. Because what it needs is a warm, peaceful shelter!

So the fairies floated by one after another, and they didn't take a look at these Huangdan masters at all!

Pessimism, despair, and even anger completely disrupted the minds of one warrior after another, and they opened their eyes helplessly!

"Huh? ……”