You can mistake your looks, but you will never mistake that look. Meng Xue couldn't believe his eyes, how could he change so much in just ten days?

Although Meng Xue's voice was not loud, it reached Ye Lingyu's ears.

Ye Lingyu squinted slightly, since the other party had already recognized it, he could only nod and admit it.

"We'll talk about the grievances in a moment. ”

"But why did you come?" Meng Xue was a little speechless.

"Why can't I come, and you don't stipulate who can and can't participate?"

"That's not what I meant, I mean ......" She couldn't say any more halfway through, and was momentarily speechless.

I think so, why can't he come? It's just that what Meng Xue doesn't understand is that he shouldn't hate himself to the core? When he fought in the inn before, he obviously beat him so badly. Could it be ...... Could it be that he is interesting to himself. As soon as she thought of this, a layer of blush suddenly crept up on Meng Xue's cheeks.

No matter how cold she is by nature, she is still a girl in the flowering season in the end, and she has been living on the snow peak with her master, and rarely goes down the mountain, so it is inevitable that her heart will beat faster when she encounters such a thing.

And at this moment, an elegant-looking young man jumped on the stage. The young man was handsome, with his hair combed in a high bun, dressed in a golden silk robe, and held a long dark blue sword in his hand. The color on the sword flows like water.

The young man hugged his fist slightly: "Little brother, you are fighting hotly on stage, Gu Mou is itchy to watch it offstage, so he came up to ask for advice." ”

With that, he slashed the long sword in his hand to the side and made a gesture of please.

Meng Xue also restrained her mind at this moment, her jade lips opened slightly, and the voice wrapped herself with spiritual power came into Ye Lingyu's ears: "This person's name is Gu Canghai, and the sword in his hand is called 'Blue Blood Sword', which is a third-grade spiritual weapon. This person even has the strength of the eighth layer of the Yellow Order, except for the prince and his party, this person is the strongest. ”

She used this method to transmit sound, and only Ye Lingyu could hear it.

"Oh, are you caring about me?" Ye Lingyu also used the same method to transmit his voice: "Say it first, no matter what you say, I will definitely not return your ring to you anyway." ”

"Shameless. ”

"What's shameless, you have the ability to snatch it back. ”

Mengxue covered her face and couldn't see her expression clearly, but her delicate body trembled slightly.

Ye Lingyu raised his eyebrows, thinking to himself, I can return other things to you, but the Dan furnace and the Decay Pill Recipe are really a little reluctant.

He put these thoughts behind him for the time being, and also took a step forward and hugged Gu Canghai with a punch.

The Yellow Rank is at the eighth level, and his strength is a small level higher than him. Although it is not afraid, it should not be taken lightly.

The blue-blooded sword let out a roaring sound, and it was the spiritual power that gathered on the blade and the sword itself that resonated.

Gu Canghai stabbed out with a sword, and the momentum seemed to be overwhelming. The strength of the Yellow Rank Eighth Layer Martial Artist was not at all comparable to people like Iron as Wind or Fire Spirit Monkey.

Seeing this, Ye Lingyu also took a step forward and took the initiative to shorten the distance between the two. At the same time, he turned slightly to the side, and the blue-blooded sword in Gu Canghai's hand slashed against his chest.

Ye Lingyu took advantage of the situation to grab Gu Canghai's wrist in a blocking posture with one hand, while the other hand clenched into a fist and blasted into Gu Canghai's face.

Gu Canghai's strength is also not bad, and when he saw Ye Lingyu make a move, he immediately raised the long sword in his hand diagonally, from the bottom to the top, drawing a bleak sword light.

Suddenly changing the sword move usually makes people unguardable, but when he was about to be slashed, Ye Lingyu caught the trace of the long sword, and smashed it towards the sword with a straight punch.

The powerful spiritual power collided, and the two of them each took three steps back.

At the end of a round of confrontation, the two were evenly matched. Without making any stops, the two pounced on the battle circle again, the sword light and fist shadows intertwined, and the ring was suddenly splashed with ice and dust.

Mo Xiaoyu opened his mouth and looked at the dazzling battle on the stage, unable to take his eyes off for a moment.

"My eldest brother, when will you be as powerful as Brother Ye. She gently clubbed Murphy with her elbow and mouthed wide open next to him.

After Mo Fei came back to his senses, he quickly wiped his mouth: "You look down on me, if I could work a little bit before, now I can be like him." ”

"Then if you work a little harder, will you be able to advance from the third layer of the Yellow Order to the seventh layer in ten days?"

"Needless to say...... That...... It was just his luck. ”

"Then if you're lucky, can you also use the strength of the seventh layer of the Yellow Order to fight against the eighth layer of the Yellow Order? ”

"That'...... That's just old Yehe...... Eat more than I ......."

"Then if you eat a little more, will you be able to be so beautiful?"

"That'...... I said, what are you thinking in your little head, if I do everything the same as Lao Ye, then am I still Mofei?"

The seventh layer of the Yellow Rank and the eighth layer of the Yellow Rank seem to be only one level apart, but the further you go, the greater the gap between each level, and the more difficult it is to fight at the next level.

"I didn't expect Lao Ye to be so powerful...... he blinked his eyes, and could only admit honestly.

"I really want to know, in just ten days, how did Brother Ye cultivate?"

The battle on the stage became bigger and more intense, and both men attacked in the most direct way.

In terms of courage and spiritual power, the two are almost equal. But at this point in the fight, there is still a slight gap between the two, and this gap is reflected in the experience of fighting. Ye Lingyu, who had just stepped into the path of cultivation, was obviously weaker than Gu Canghai in terms of combat experience.

Gu Canghai grabbed the gap between Ye Lingyu's moves, and stabbed out with a fierce sword, hitting Ye Lingyu's chest when the other party was defenseless.

Both of them stopped abruptly at the same time, maintaining this eerie posture in the center of the field.

Ye Lingyu's expression remained unchanged, but the excited look on Gu Canghai's face gradually dimmed, replaced by horror and incredulity.

"You're practicing the art of forging the body. He said with a stunned look on his face.

The blue-blooded sword did stab Ye Lingyu, but the tip of the sword only cut through Ye Lingyu's clothes, and the flesh under the clothes was not damaged at all.

The blue-blooded sword is a third-grade spiritual weapon, sharp and golden, and he actually blocked it with his physical body.

How can you do such a thing unless you cultivate your physical body to the point of being extremely strong?

"So it's called the Forging Technique? Ye Lingyu looked at each other with a smile. He grabbed the blade of the Blood Sword with his bare hands and removed the sword from his chest.

In the past ten days of cultivation, he has indeed adopted an extreme method. In the process of cultivation, he forcibly mobilized the spiritual power of the sea of spiritual power in his dantian and released a part of it, allowing the spiritual power to explode in his body, so as to withstand the power of this explosion to assist his cultivation.

Because this spiritual power does not belong to Ye Lingyu, if it is forcibly mobilized, it will become extremely unstable, and the power that explodes in the body is not trivial. As more and more spiritual power can be withheld, the strength of the body has also improved significantly.

Although this is a way that borders on masochism, fortunately, there is that inky spirit grass can recover from the injury. That unknown spirit grass could help him recover in a short period of time, and Ye Lingyu was even more unscrupulous when he cultivated.

Ye Lingyu threw away the blue-blooded sword in his hand: "Then Brother Gu, do you admit defeat by yourself, or do you want me to do it?"

Gu Canghai stared at Ye Lingyu vigilantly, quietly took two steps back, and pulled away: "I admit that your body forging technique is indeed powerful. My three-grade spiritual weapon can't hurt you in the slightest. But if you want me to throw in the towel, you're delusional. ”

"I think so. Unexpectedly, Ye Lingyu actually agreed with the other party's point of view, "So offended." ”

After saying this, the palm of his hand stretched out in front of him, and a cluster of black flames slowly rose in the center of his palm.

The flames were the size of a finger, but the overbearing heat dissolved the ice beneath his feet into a puddle, and the temperature around him rose sharply.

Gu Canghai was still stunned, but the first one to retreat was Mengxue not far away.

That's Mengxue's nightmare at all. At this moment, what Ye Lingyu was in his hand was not an ordinary black flame, but the trick he had used that night.

Others may not be able to tell the difference, but Mengxue couldn't be clearer. She had experienced that terrible temperature firsthand, and she almost died under that trick.

But what puzzled her was that this powerful move could be used at will?

Ye Lingyu just smiled faintly, he couldn't easily use this trick before, but now it's different.

He forcibly increased his physical strength in an almost masochistic way, in order to be able to control this move.

Gu Canghai finally sensed that the situation was wrong, and turned around and wanted to run. He sped to the edge of the ring, and was about to jump down, when he heard a voice from behind him that sounded like hell calling.

"Black candle flames. Ye Lingyu said softly.

A small black flame resembles a candlestick lamp. It can light up the night, but it can also burn everything.

The candle flame was ethereal, silently hitting the back of Gu Canghai.

The clothes behind Gu Canghai turned to ashes in response, his skin suddenly became fiery red, and then pale, and a trace of blood vapor evaporated from under his skin. Gu Canghai didn't even have time to scream, his eyes rolled and he fell straight down.

The crowd fell silent for a while, and then erupted into deafening cheers.

The seventh layer of the Yellow Rank defeated the master of the eighth layer of the Yellow Order unscathed, and everyone knew that for a period of time in the future, a certain name would be passed on by many martial artists.

Most of the warriors were chanting, but An Junfeng and his party did not look good.

The folding fan in An Junfeng's hand had already been closed, and he gently tapped the armrest of the chair: "Did you see that trick clearly just now?"

"Back to the prince, I can see it clearly, but ......" a guard next to him stopped talking.

"What do you think of that move?"

"This ...... I'm afraid ......" The guard paused: "Forgive me for my humble courage, this move is below the Xuan Rank, I'm afraid no one can beat it." ”

An Junfeng is now at the peak of the Yellow Rank, in other words, below the Xuan Rank, and the guard's words also indirectly said that An Junfeng could not block this move.

After hearing this, An Junfeng's brows furrowed even tighter. It's not that he's angry, he knows a little bit in his own mind before the guards give an evaluation.

I didn't think that a marriage invitation held in a small city-state would lead to such a character. He shook his head, turned the folding fan back on, and stirred it up with great vigour.

At this time, among the four guards, the only middle-aged man whose strength had reached the Xuan rank leaned in An Junfeng's ear.

"Prince, speaking of Heiyan, I think of one thing. ”

An Junfeng glanced back at him: "What does Mr. Wei want to say?"

"Regarding Heiyan, does the prince think of a legend?"

"Legends? I don't remember any legends about Black Flame. An Junfeng looked at him, but was suddenly stunned: "Could it be that you are talking about ......?"

"The black flame is out, and the monster is here. The middle-aged man of the Xuan Rank lowered his head and said these words.

Hearing this, even the other three guards immediately became solemn.

"The black flame is now, and the monster is out. Isn't this a legend that has been passed down in the East?"

"Exactly. ”

"Monster ...... Monster ......" An Junfeng frowned and muttered to himself, "Could it be that you mean the demon race?" but it's not right, the demon race disappeared from the continent thousands of years ago. ”

"Disappearing is not the same as perishing. The Cangling Continent is so big, if there is still a demon living in any corner, it is not impossible. ”

An Junfeng took a deep breath: "According to legend, the demon race originated in the East, and the biggest feature of this race is the purple pupil. ”

Speaking of this, An Junfeng suddenly thought that at a certain moment just now, he seemed to really see the deep purple in the man's eyes. But it was only for a moment. Now An Junfeng looked up again, and the eyes of the person on the stage were still black and shiny.

Because of Ye Lingyu's strong performance, no one dares to challenge on stage anymore.

Just when everyone thought that this conference would end in this way.

I saw Ye Lingyu walking to the edge of the ring step by step, stretching out his hand and pointing at a person.

"An Junfeng, come to the stage and fight with me. ”