Only by flying in the sky can you take in the most beautiful scenery of this world. When Ling Xi took Ye Cheng to wander in the sky, Ye Cheng was also drunk and fell into the flowing clouds below him.

Looking at the Divine Mansion from above, it is like a fairyland. The towering mountains of Shenfu are the location of the seventy-two peaks of Shenxing, and the peaks are full of flowers and clouds, and the boiling voices of people have also brought vitality to these giant peaks that have been quiet for a hundred years.

"Xi'er, what is that?" Ye Cheng suddenly saw a special place, it was the largest of the seventy-two peaks of Shenxing, straight into the sky, majestic, but compared to the bustle of other peaks, it seemed much more deserted here, the entire mountain peak was shrouded in a thin layer of white mist, and only a few small attics on the mountain could be faintly seen, and other things could not be seen. Occasionally, a streamer or two would emerge from it and disappear into the sky.

"Daddy said that Izumo Peak is where the best hundred people in the outer disciples live. Ling Xi replied, his voice soft.

"Why is it divided separately, isn't it too wasteful for a hundred people to live in such a large place?" Ye Cheng wondered, knowing that the smallest of the seventy-two peaks of Shenxing were enough to accommodate hundreds of thousands of people, not to mention that this giant peak, which was twice the size of an ordinary Qingfeng, was too wasteful to let only a hundred people live.

"I also asked my father about this, and my father said that he wanted the outer disciples not to be complacent and constantly pursue a higher realm. On the first day of each month, the disciples of other peaks can challenge the disciples in the peak, and as long as they win, they can take the place of the defeated. In Izumo Peak, the worst treatment is dozens of times stronger than that of ordinary disciples. Moreover, the most important thing is that these hundred disciples have the opportunity to enter the inner gate. ”

Ye Cheng thought about it, and then he was relieved, Ling Shenjue's purpose in founding this Izumo Peak must be to establish a competition mechanism, cultivate elite outer disciples, and then send fresh blood to the inner gate through layers of screening.

"Today, it seems to be the first day of junior high school, right?Why haven't you seen anyone come to challenge Izumo Peak?" Ye Cheng suddenly remembered that today was the first day of junior high school, but this Izumo Peak was still deserted.

"Brother Ye Cheng, now the hundred strong people in Izumo Peak are all talented, powerful and strong, since the last time thousands of people met together to challenge but all returned, it has been a long time since there has been no challenger in this Izumo Peak. Xi'er has never seen it. Ling Xi pursed his lips, obviously wanting to see the battle for the throne of this Cloud Peak.

"Looks like you can see it today. Ye Cheng looked behind Ling Xi and suddenly said with a light in his eyes.

Ling Xi turned his head and saw a cyan streamer piercing the sky, flying straight towards Izumo Peak with a fierce momentum, and the majestic battle intent immediately made Izumo Peak, which had been calm for a long time, restless again.

The streamer stopped a hundred feet away from Izumo Peak, revealing a handsome young man in a blue robe, about twenty-three or four-year-old, with an easy-going smile on his face, which made people unconsciously feel a little good. The man stepped on an almost transparent cyan long sword, and the whole person seemed to stand out of nothing, with an ethereal immortal temperament, and it was the man who found Ye Cheng that day.

The man smiled, arched his hand slightly towards Izumo Peak, and then said, "Qingyan Peak Han Qi came to worship the mountain, hoping that Senior Brother Qianfeng would come to see him. "Han Qi's every move has an elegant temperament, even if he is challenging the strong man of Izumo Peak, he does not have a trace of bad feelings, but is overwhelmed by his demeanor. Of course, the parties, that is, the subtermines, don't think so.

Han Qi's voice spread mightily under the urging of Yuan Li, and immediately attracted the attention of hundreds of thousands of people in the nearby peaks, and those who didn't hear it also learned about this battle in the rush to tell each other, and gathered towards Izumo Peak, not only the outer disciples, but also the pending ones who were ready to participate in the sect assessment also came to watch this battle, and Han Qi instantly became the focus of nearly a million people.

Han Qi took a deep breath, it was definitely not easy to be watched by nearly a million people, and the huge pressure made his back wet with cold sweat. The submerged wind he named to challenge was even more angry, and an angry voice erupted from within Izumo Peak: "Han Qi, are you really a soft persimmon for my submersible wind?" A black figure immediately burst out and appeared in the void not far from Han Qi. It was a slightly shadowy man, dressed in a black tightsuit with a black turban wrapped around his head, almost a black scarf that was the standard Assassin attire.

"That's the submerged wind!The tenth hidden wind in Izumo Peak!" The crowd that had been silent for a moment erupted into a noisy sound, and the noise of nearly a million people was enough to shock a mortal who had no cultivation at all, except for freaks like Ye Cheng, of course. Han Qi and Qianfeng were opposed, looking at the crowd of black pressure under him, Qianfeng's face became more and more difficult to look at.

"Han Qi, what do you mean by this, you think you can beat me in front of so many people?" Qianfeng's face was pale, he had long heard that Han Qi was a genius who had endured for hundreds of years, and he had been waiting for a blockbuster opportunity, and he had secretly looked at the information on Qianfeng in the hands of others in Izumo Peak, and knew that the young man in front of him was born in a small city in the territory of the Divine Mansion, and he was born with a wind attribute spirit. This kind of physique is destined to only become an immortal cultivator, but the advantage is that he will have a much higher comprehension than ordinary immortal cultivators, and he is especially sensitive to the wind attribute vitality in the heaven and earth vitality, and the impurities in his body are much less than that of ordinary monks. These all made Qianfeng very jealous, he himself was able to get to where he is now, purely because of a great chance, but his physique is extremely ordinary, and the exercises are only the more precious kind. For Han Qi, even the high-ranking mansion lord often asked, but he never mentioned a word about his latent wind, and he even felt that it was more appropriate for him to give his name to Han Qi.

Now Han Qi chose to challenge himself on this kind of day, and he attracted countless onlookers, which obviously wanted to make the defeated doomed. Regardless of whether he Han Qi was trying to cut off his back road or deliberately rectifying his Qianfeng, when Han Qi named him to challenge him, the powerhouse of Izumo Peak, the Qianfeng was completely angry.

Han Qi landed on the ground, and the cyan long sword under his feet immediately flew into his hand, Han Qi held the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand, held the sword horizontally in front of him, and gently stroked the sword body with his left hand, with a rock-solid will in his eyes, he endured it for hundreds of years, just for today's blockbuster, he must not leave himself a way out, never!

"Qingyan Peak, Han Qi, please advise!" Han Qi respectfully saluted his opponent, no matter what, it was not easy to face this man who could sit firmly on the tenth throne in Izumo Peak, he was a powerful opponent.

"Less nonsense, come on, I'll let you kid make a few moves!" Qianfeng said impatiently, although he was very jealous of Han Qi's talent, he didn't think that Han Qi could defeat him after cultivating for hundreds of years, knowing that when he got the tenth throne, he Han Qi was not yet born.

The arrogant tone of the latent wind made the onlookers sigh for a while, the difference is that the outer disciples take it for granted, and the young man who is not aware of the situation feels that the subterrent is a little rampant. In their eyes, the people who can fly with the sword are so powerful that they have no heavenly reason, and they can't be blamed for this, not everyone can have a magic weapon refined by a powerful person like Ye Cheng and Ling Xi, who are hiding among the floating clouds and watching the show at the moment.

"Senior Brother Qianfeng, I'm offended. Han Qi was not angry, but the signature sunny smile on his face reappeared, and in the face of the arrogance and contempt of the subterranean wind, he was more confident.

"Raising the wind!" Han Qi kicked behind him, and the whole person rushed towards the submersible like a sword of arrows off the string, and then suddenly held the sword with both hands, the sharp tip of the sword slashed upward, and the cyan yuan force mixed with the sword qi fiercely stabbed towards the submersible wind, and the submersible wind was jumped by Han Qi's speed, and then the whole person leaned back, easily dodging the sword, and supported the ground with both hands, and kicked with both feet, trying to force back Han Qi who was about to attack closely. Han Qi didn't seem to see this move, he didn't retreat but advanced, the long sword in his hand shot out a few sword flowers, and several sharp sword qi met the feet of the hidden wind. Qianfeng immediately retracted his feet, but those few sword qi were already close, and he saw a pitch-black dagger appear in the left and right hands of Qianfeng, crossing a cold trajectory, ghostly appearing in front of the sword qi.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding!" Several crisp sounds, several cyan sword qi were all stopped, the body of the latent wind exploded, and he looked at Han Qi with a look of surprise, and the numbness coming from his hand made him unbelievable: "This Yuan Force strength・・・・・・ you have already entered the peeping Dao period?How is it possible?!"

Seeing that Qianfeng was holding two cold daggers in his hands, and the momentum of the whole body was surging in the condensation period, looking at himself with great vigilance, Qianfeng smiled even more: "Are you finally starting to get serious? Then I'm going to exert my strength!"

"Arrogant, boy, although the rules of the sect do not kill each other, I can still do it if I make you half dead. Qianfeng said coldly, his voice deliberately low so that only Han Qi could hear it.

Han Qi smiled and didn't speak, but this kind of demeanor turned into contempt in the eyes of the hidden wind. He roared angrily, and the whole person rushed towards Han Qi erratically, with an astonishing speed, and the violent momentum pressed straight towards Han Qi.

"Bang!" A cyan light suddenly burst out from Han Qi's body, and the momentum that was more pressing than the hidden wind slammed into it, crushing the other party and defeating him.

"Cloak style!" Han Qi let out a low snort, the long sword in his hand danced rapidly, and countless sword shadows instantly submerged the figure of the submersible wind, and the storm-like attack made the submersible wind feel pressured. "Piercing the Wind Thorn!" "Qianfeng's whole person seemed to turn into a black blade, bursting out from countless sword shadows, directly taking Han Qi's vital point, and ruthlessly seemed to want to put Han Qi to death.

"Han Qi, you give me death, arrogant boy. The subterranean wind jumped up, and the weird black dagger in his hand actually took on a trace of blood red, and the disgusting smell of blood instantly filled the surrounding air. Han Qi's face changed, and the cyan long sword in his hand burst out with brilliant light, like a rapidly rotating cone of light, crashing into the submersible wind with no relent.

"Boom-" There was a loud bang, and the piercing light was great, and the figures of the two disappeared into the light・・・・・・