Before six o'clock, there is a third watch.

In the early morning of the second day, dozens of people appeared on the slope of the front of the Silver Light Snow Mountain at the same time.

Among them, there are new disciples of the four major sects, as well as trial competition service personnel sent by the Phantom Sword Sect.

Standing in the crowd, Ye Feng's gaze kept sweeping over the other three sect disciples. He found that among the new disciples of the other three sects, there were several breaths that were quite strong, not much worse than when he released them with all his might.

When his gaze swept over the disciples of the Illusion Sect, Ye Feng noticed that among the disciples of the Illusion Sect, a young man was wearing a silver-white robe.

Young people are of average stature, or rather short. But he is such a person, standing in the crowd, but he always gives people a feeling of standing out from the crowd.

Realizing Ye Feng's gaze on him, the silver-shirted man turned his head and grinned with bared teeth.

Suddenly, the silver-shirted man reached out and wiped it on his neck, then pointed at Ye Feng with his finger, waved his hand, and unceremoniously pointed his thumb towards the ground.

Provocation, this is a naked provocation. In an instant, Longman and the others became restless, and Lu Fei, who was straightforward and hot-tempered, glared at each other angrily, and was about to scold when he opened his mouth.

"Shut up!" behind everyone, Li Yuanhang scolded.

He came to Ye Feng and whispered, "That silver-shirted young man is Nie Hatshui. Wait until the trial begins, you have to be careful. ”

Ye Feng nodded, his gaze slowly shifted sideways, and he cast his gaze towards the area where the disciples of the Phantom Sword Sect were located.

As the number one sect in the Yin Shang Kingdom, the sect that has won the first place in the trial competition five times in a row, the disciples of the Phantom Sword Sect have a strong sense of superiority.

Glancing at the disciples of the Phantom Sword Sect for a moment, Ye Feng's gaze was fixed on a tall and burly young disciple in the crowd with a layer of evil aura on his face.

This young man is not like Nie Hates Water, with the arrogance of standing out from the crowd. On the contrary, there seems to be a fog on his body, which gives people a plausible feeling even when he stands still.

Ye Feng knew that it was a feeling that his strength was far beyond his own. If the strength of two people is between them, it is impossible for the other party to give themselves such a hazy and vague aura.

"Su Yafeng!" Ye Feng said softly in his heart.

On the other side, Su Yafeng was keenly aware of Ye Feng's peeping. He turned his head, glanced at Ye Feng, and nodded.

Although Su Yafeng was not as arrogant as Nie Hatshui, it made Ye Feng feel a feeling of tightness in his chest.

Especially Su Yafeng's subconscious licking of his lips made Ye Feng feel that he was not facing a person, but an irritable and fierce demonic beast.

"This person is definitely the most dangerous of all the contestants. Ye Feng quietly warned himself in his heart.

Ye Feng was looking at the others, and the others were also looking at him.

A total of fifteen disciples in the Sword Transformation Sect participated in the trial this time, and half of them were young women.

Among the many women who were showing off their flowers, there was a pair of eyes that were as shining as cold stars, and they had been staring at Ye Feng tightly.

Realizing that his gaze behind him was different, Ye Feng turned his head, only to find that it was a particularly beautiful young woman who was staring at him.

The woman's face is not a sinking fish and a goose, but there is a trace of heroic and refreshing atmosphere. It is this breath that highlights the woman particularly extraordinary, and also makes her unconsciously become the focus of attention of the audience.

Facing the woman's gaze, Ye Feng smiled slightly and nodded at the other party.

The woman saw Ye Feng smiling at herself, and she also nodded slightly at Ye Feng, but her expression was still as cold as ice.

After the disciples of the four major sects stood in the square, the white-haired elder of the Phantom Sword Sect walked out of the tent.

Glancing at the new disciples of the four major sects, the white-haired elder nodded and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, today is the day the trial competition begins. I announce that from now on, the new disciples of the four major sects have officially entered the testing ground. Now, please ask the captains of the new disciples of the four major sects to receive your rations for half a month in the mountain, I declare in advance that in order to test your will to survive, the amount of these rations is not enough for a group of you to eat and drink for half a month, so whether you plan to eat or are ready to find another way out, you have to make your own decisions. ”

With that, the elder waved his hand and motioned for Liu Bolian to take out the rations prepared for the disciples of the four major sects.

Among the new disciples of the four major sects, four people came out of each of them. It was naturally Ye Feng who came out of the Water Sword Sect, but what came out of the Phantom Sword Sect was not the man who made Ye Feng feel dangerous, but a male disciple with a delicate and white skin and an extremely beautiful birth.

After Ye Feng came to Liu Bolian, Liu Bolian immediately handed over the bag of blankets held in his left hand to Ye Feng.

After slightly brushing the blanket with his hand, and finding that there were at least dozens of catties inside, Ye Feng nodded and turned to leave.

On the way back to his own camp, Ye Feng walked opposite Nie Hatshui.

The arrogant and domineering Nie Hatshui, at the moment when he was at odds with Ye Feng, said in a low voice, "Boy, you can eat if you have food, and drink if you have drink, I will never let you walk out of the Silver Light Snow Mountain alive." ”

"Not necessarily. In the face of Nie Hateshui's threat, Ye Feng did not show weakness. He shook his coat and whispered, "The air is thin on the snowy mountain, people like you who like to blow the atmosphere, don't be suffocated by the thin air." ”

"You ......" Ye Feng's teasing made Nie Hatshui's body tremble.

He glared at Ye Feng viciously, stopped talking, and walked quickly in front of Liu Bolian.

Behind Nie Hatshui, the heroic woman in the Sword Gate slowly stepped forward.

When she passed by Ye Feng's side, she suddenly took out a paper ball from her coat pocket and threw it into the blanket in Ye Feng's hand.

The woman's actions made Ye Feng stunned for a moment, he didn't say much, pretended that nothing had happened, and quickly returned to his camp.

Leaving the camp of the Water Sword Sect, Longwen and the others saw Ye Feng's return, and immediately surrounded him. Lu Fei was anxious, and he stepped forward to open the blanket, but was stopped by Ye Feng.

"Alright, let's go now. Ye Feng said in a deep voice.

Under his reprimand, Lu Fei retracted his neck unwillingly. And Longwen and the others followed behind Ye Feng without saying a word.

The one who led Ye Feng and the others to the western slope was a disciple of the Illusory Sword Sect.

Although this disciple is not as handsome and chic as Liu Bolian, he also exudes arrogance.

Realizing that he couldn't see through the cultivation of this disciple who led the way, Ye Feng couldn't help but reassess the strength of the Phantom Sword Sect again.

In the Lishui Sword Sect, Ye Feng's strength was already firmly among the hundred masters in the inner courtyard. But in the Phantom Sword Sect, the disciple in front of him can only be reduced to the role of a guide, and I have to say that there is an incomparable gap between the two major sects.

After turning the southern slope, the disciples of the Illusory Sword Sect took Ye Feng and the others to the foot of the western slope.

After standing still at the foot of the mountain, the Illusory Sword Sect disciple said loudly, "Everyone, this hillside is the direction you are climbing. Listen, from now on, for three hours, you can only climb the mountain, and you cannot clash with anyone. After three hours, you will see a brown stone tablet, and you will step over that stone tablet before you really enter the trial ground, and at that time, you can look for tokens, or you can snatch tokens from others, whether you live or die. ”

The arrogant appearance of the disciples of the Phantom Sword Sect made Longwen and the others hold back their anger. However, thinking that the competition is imminent, no one is ignorant of the overall situation and resists.

Seeing that everyone was ready, Ye Feng nodded and took the lead towards the Silver Light Snow Mountain. Behind him, Longman and the others saw Ye Feng taking the lead in climbing the mountain, and they were also not to be left behind, and quickly followed his footsteps.

The group quickly disappeared on the hillside, and after Ye Feng and the others entered the range of the Silver Light Snow Mountain, the disciple of the Phantom Sword Sect took out a bamboo tube from his sleeve and lifted the lid of the bamboo tube towards the void.

"Bang", a cloud of colorful light exploded in the void.

Along with this light bullet, there were also three shaking light bullets from three directions, southeast and north.

Four fireworks appeared, proving that all the disciples of the four major sects had entered the testing ground.

After seeing this scene, the white-haired elder of the Phantom Sword Sect, who was standing in the clearing at the foot of the mountain, said loudly, "Now that the competition has started, you have nothing to worry about. From now on, you can rest on your own, and every evening you can report in my tent. ”

The white-haired old man's voice fell, and everyone dispersed. On the side of the open space, after distributing food, Liu Bolian, who was idle, stared at the west of the Silver Light Snow Mountain, and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes.

"The boys of the Lishui Sword Sect, when you see the food, it is estimated that you will no longer be arrogant. I think in 10 days at most, you will all die in the snowy mountains. Thinking of the pleasure, Liu Bolian laughed.

After laughing, he walked leisurely to the tent where he was and entered the warm and smoky tent.

On the western slope of Yinguang Snow Mountain, Ye Feng and his party formed a line and slowly marched towards the top of the peak.

When they first climbed the mountain, they didn't feel tired, but as they went deeper and deeper into the mountain, the more they felt the bitterness of the mountain breeze and the fatigue of their bodies.

For a swordsman, climbing a mountain should not be too physically demanding. But the Silver Light Snow Mountain is different, not only is the climate here harsh, but the air is even scarcer, so that after continuing to walk to the top of the mountain for an hour, a layer of sweat oozes from Longman's forehead.

"Senior Brother Ye, it's no good, let's take a rest first. Longman said breathlessly.

Seeing that everyone was tired and unwilling to move, Ye Feng nodded.

He chose a snow col sheltered from the wind and sat down, then opened his coat, grabbed several small bags full of food, and threw them to Lu Fei's people.

"Tsk, let me see what food the disciples of the Illusory Sword Sect have prepared for us. Lu Fei grinned and picked up the food bag.

He had just opened the bag, and his face couldn't help but change. He put his hand into the mouth of the bag, and kept touching it, until finally his face turned pale.

"Senior Brother Ye, you can't eat these fried rice. Lu Fei said in a panic.

Seeing Lu Fei's appearance, the other disciples also opened their food bags one after another. The mouth of the bag was open, and everyone's faces changed color, they turned their heads and looked at Ye Feng in a panic, their eyes full of horror.

The frightened appearance of everyone made Ye Feng feel a sense of foreboding in his heart.

He pulled out a bag of rations, opened the bag, and a thick aura immediately rose on his face.

"Liu Bolian. Ye Feng gritted his teeth and said. He casually grabbed a handful of fried rice from his pocket, spread it out in the palm of his hand, and couldn't help but sigh.

The pockets of the blankets are all fried rice, a specialty of the northern part of the Yin Shang Kingdom, but in these fried rice, nearly half of them are mixed with sand.

The white fried rice was spread out in Ye Feng's palm, revealing a yellow-brown color. Finding that all the fried rice was contaminated with sand, Ye Feng couldn't help but clench his fists.

Ye Feng can't be blamed for this, after all, no one would have thought that Liu Bolian would be so bold and would do his hand in the crowd in front of the elders of the four major sects.

Thinking that these fried rice were no longer inedible, Ye Feng, who would not get angry easily, burst out of several cold rays in his eyes one after another.

"Walking out of the Silver Light Snow Mountain this time, I will definitely make Liu Bolian pay the due price for today's events. Ye Feng said in a dark voice.

With this, he took out the paper ball from the blanket, and then threw it out with all his might.