On the peak of Chongxiao, eight temporary small pavilions, carved dragons and phoenixes are extraordinary, among the seven small pavilions, each has a person, alone on the stone chair in front of the stone table, or watching the scenery, or drinking tea, or contemplation.

However, everyone's eyes were fixed on the young man who was coming quickly along the mountain road, and that young man was naturally Ye Yun!

Ye Yun didn't use any special techniques, but with his current strength, he still stepped into the empty small pavilion in a few steps.

Pushing away all the refreshments that had been prepared on the stone table, those bowls and dishes suddenly flew out dozens of meters away and fell into the mountain stream.

Ye Yun took out a glass of water and put it on the stone table in front of him, and then looked at the others.

"I've kept you waiting. Ye Yun's voice was flat, and he didn't have the slightest guilt, but he was paying attention to the reactions of the seven people, perhaps, with just a slight movement, he could distinguish friend from foe!

Yes, Ye Yun has indeed advanced to the peak of the True Yuan, but his True Yuan is still far behind the late stage of the Transformation Saint, and these people in the field are all outstanding characters in the middle stage of the Transformation Sainthood, Ye Yun does not dare to stand alone against the enemy.

"Ye Yun, I and even the righteous son of His Majesty the Emperor of the Holy Dynasty, Huo Anbang, in the future, you are going to call me a big brother!" Whoever spoke first was a middle-aged man dressed in white clothes with a graceful bearing.

Looking at his calm bearing, he is obviously a person who has been in a high position for a long time and has great power.

Ye Yun looked at the smile on his face and the closeness revealed in his tone, and immediately knew that this person's status was high enough. already knows what happened to him and Yu Xian'er, look at his attitude. It seems that the Yu royal family has no intention of embarrassing themselves.

Ye Yun's heart suddenly rejoiced, and he solemnly clenched his fists. But there is no need to say much, as long as Huo Anbang is not deliberately targeting himself, he will be his own person in the future.

"Vientiane Buddha, the little monk is ethereal. ”

"Chongyang Academy, in Xialu Jackie Chan. ”

Two more middle-aged men saluted Ye Yun, but the remaining four did not respond at all.

Ye Yun suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the field was strange, and this was actually according to the territory where their respective sects were located. It was directly divided into two factions.

Huo Anbang put away the folding fan, stood up and said, "Since the people are already together, let's start now." ”

His words immediately focused everyone's attention.

Lu Chenglong, who was dressed in a Confucian shirt and had a handsome face, was the first to come out and said with a smile: "I am not talented, and I also ask Senior Sister Luo to show mercy." ”

The eight small pavilions are quite far away from each other, and Huo Anbang saw that Fang Jackie Chan took the lead to challenge. He walked into the small pavilion where Ye Yun was without hesitation.

"The Seven Holy Valleys and Chongyang Academy are not far apart, not only are they competing for cultivation resources, but they are also competing for disciples, and the first valley master of the Seven Holy Valleys is also known as the Wen Sheng. The relationship between the two sects can be imagined, and this Lu Chenglong wants to confirm the ranking of the two sects. ”

Ye Yun nodded, and asked in a low voice, "Who are those three people?"

"The person who controls the ghost path is Yu Hongtian. The person in the Yan God Tomb is the one who was the first day of the royal family, Mu Kong, the one in the White Bone Sea. It's called Crazy, and the strength of these three people is not below me. This time, the competition was unpredictable. ”

While the two were talking, Luo Yunbing, the senior sister of the Seven Holy Valleys, had already walked into the middle of the field. It turns out that in the middle of the eight small pavilions, there is a wide and sturdy martial arts arena, and you can easily see others competing in the pavilion, but it is very convenient.

This is a battle that really determines the honor and disgrace status and vital interests of the sect, and neither of them dares to be careless, but each directly takes out their own natal dao weapon.

In Lu Chenglong's hand, there was a thick ancient scroll, but it was not a bamboo slip but an animal skin, but Luo Yunbing took out an overlord gun that was as thick as a sea bowl and more than a zhang long!

Only then did Ye Yun know that she was not a disciple of the Wen Saint Fang Yunhai, but a descendant of the Martial Saint.

The two didn't say a word, they shot directly with all their might, and the remaining six people, whether they were lonely or arrogant, all watched intently, except for the sound of battle, there was no other noise around.

Under the clear sky, one by one hieroglyphs appeared in the void, slightly distorted, and turned into ancient desolate beasts, ancient rare wood, or all kinds of ancient artifacts.

These things, like souls, shook their somewhat stiff bodies one after another, and then, with a flash of brilliance, they immediately turned into an endless army of spirits.

Although each one is only the strength of the peak of the True Yuan, it is enough to drown everything!

At the same time, Lu Chenglong's mouth let out a loud recitation, the ancient syllables seemed to represent the name of a thing, every time he spit out a syllable, there would be a spirit, and his breath suddenly soared, and he directly had the strength of the early stage of the transformation of saints!

He recited so fast that soon hundreds of spirits from the early stage of the Transformation Saint would besiege Naluoyun Bing!

And as Lu Chenglong continued to recite, the sweat on his forehead dripped down in large pieces, his spirit quickly withered, and his face became weaker and weaker, until he finally spit out the essence and blood in his heart, and he stopped reading.

And at this time, the number of spirits in the early stage of the transformation of the saint in the field has already exceeded a thousand!

Lu Chenglong raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, although the whole person looked sleepy, his eyes bloomed with joy to welcome victory.

Obviously, in his opinion, this one is already a sure win.

"Is this how Lu Zhanpeng teaches his disciples? It's ridiculous that he has such an unsuccessful baby son!" Luo Yunbing kept dodging and parrying, until she saw Lu Zhanpeng stop reading, she shook her head in disappointment and sneered.

Lu Zhanpeng's face suddenly turned red, the most painful thing in his life was to live in the shadow of his father, but when he heard this, he suddenly didn't even care about his bearing.

"If you have the ability, you will defeat me, and it is not too late to say this nonsense!"

"Okay!" Luo Yunbing shook the overlord gun in his hand, and actually agreed.

The six onlookers all showed a look of concern, not knowing what kind of means this Luo Yunbing was going to use, or it was a Dao weapon.

"Boom!"

No one expected that this Luo Yunbing would be the overlord gun in his hand, and he would actually kill all these spirits with one move!

Lu Zhanpeng's eyes were full of incredulity, and he saw that Luo Yunbing's delicate body contained infinite power.

An overlord gun flies up and down, as long as it is a spirit that sticks a little bit to the edge, no matter what kind of cultivation it is, it will be crushed into ashes by the strong and domineering energy! )