"Found you."

Under the tree, Wen Jinfang was dressed in gray-green casual clothes, carrying two moon-white wine jars in his hands, looking at Yan Fenghuan, who was half of his body hanging on the trunk, and said with a faint smile.

Yan Fenghuan opened his eyes, glanced down at him, and then turned his head to look at the moon in the sky.

Wen Jinfang leaned over slightly, jumped onto the branch next to her, adjusted his posture slightly, and leaned up against the trunk.

The leaves shook slightly, and he handed one of the jars of wine to Yan Fenghuan: "Do you want to drink?"

Yan Fenghuan raised his eyebrows and took the wine, but did not open it: "Before the war, don't drink."

"Remember?" Wen Jinfang smiled and narrowed his eyes slightly.

This sentence was once intended to be told to Ember Shadow, and Yan Fenghuan rubbed the altar body: "Hmm."

"At least not tomorrow, so it doesn't count." Wen Jinfang opened the wine jar and leaned to the left, and the wine jar in her hand collided with hers, making a slightly dull collision sound.

With that, he straightened himself up, tilted his head and took a sip.

「……」

Yan Fenghuan looked at him for a while, and then slowly opened the seal, but did not make the next move, but asked, "Are you nervous?"

"yes." Wen Jinfang told the truth.

"Nervous about what?" After asking, Yan Fenghuan also poured a sip of wine into his throat, and the spicy and stimulating wine poured in, with a light floral fragrance.

Even when they were once trapped in the lair of the demon clan, and he was entangled in evil fire, he had never seen him nervous.

Wen Jinfang smiled, but did not speak.

Yan Fenghuan didn't have any intention of getting to the bottom of it, she moved her head, leaned towards Wen Jinfang, and looked at him quietly for a while.

"Do what?" Wen Jinfang smiled.

Yan Fenghuan flicked one hand, and a miniature version of the perched phoenix appeared in the palm of her hand, she handed the thing over, and said in a calm tone: "I have already replenished the two arrows it consumed, and now the nine arrows are complete, you take them."

"......" Wen Jinfang's eyes deepened.

Yan Fenghuan saw that he didn't move, so he simply threw Qihuang directly to him, and it was falling into Wen Jinfang's arms.

Wen Jinfang paused, then picked it up, and the phoenix melted into his palm, and there was a clear sound in the wind.

As if he had completed a big event, Yan Fenghuan breathed a sigh of relief

"It's going to be fine." Wen Jinfang saw her nervousness, leaned against the trunk of the tree and smiled.

I don't know what I'm referring to.

Feng Huan Wenyan just nodded, but there was no smile on her face, her expression was cold, and her eyes were deep.

"It's getting harder and harder." Wen Jinfang looked at her serious appearance, smiled, ran his palm through the branch between the two, and rubbed Yan Fenghuan's head.

Qingsi was crumpled in a mess, which also interrupted Yan Fenghuan's thoughts.

She turned her head to look at Wen Jinfang, who had a gentle smile in his eyes.

Before the war, they used to talk like this on the trees, and at that time they were high-spirited, had no scruples, and talked about everything.

So even if it ended tragically, she still missed it countless times.

"It's going to be fine." That's what he said.

The eyes of the two looked at each other, hiding an unspoken tacit understanding.

In this competition between the two countries, China dragged on long enough that it got the absolute initiative.

The venue and rules are all formulated by Huaguo, which can be described as a great advantage.

However, even so, when Xi Lian appeared with her group of monks, many people were still timid.

She brought more than 300 monks with her, and when she appeared outside the agreed arena, she really had the power to cover the sky and the sun.

And the most shocking thing was that there were five eighth-order cultivators, more than thirty seventh-order monks, and even more than ninety sixth-order cultivators!

However, on Huaguo's side, there is only one Yan Jing in the eighth order, and there are currently Ji Hongzhi, Jiang Kunli and Wen Huaqing who has just broken through in the seventh order, and there are a lot of them in the sixth order, and the previous Lingwu Great Competition has concentrated many old monsters, and the total number has reached more than 60.

Before they really met, they were in the battle against Huaguo

The battalion is quite confident, after all, most of the elite forces in the Lingwu world are here.

However, who would have thought that Xi Lian would quietly bring so many high-level cultivators!

Above the sixth order, any one more is the result that can affect the battle situation, not to mention that the quantity and quality of the opponent completely surpass them.

It was visible to the naked eye that the faces of the monks on Huaguo's side were ugly, and even Ji Hongzhi and the others could not maintain the expressions on their faces.

"How could they ......" Jiang Kunli's brows furrowed, his eyes full of shock, "Why didn't we find out at all?"

Ji Hongzhi didn't know earlier than him, and he could only barely suppress his emotions at this moment: "Old Jiang! No matter what, we can't show our cowardice! The more than 200 monks behind him are still counting on us!"

Both of them kept their voices very low, and they used spiritual power to cover and refuse to be probed by others.

Jiang Kunli closed his eyes irritably and nodded, signaling that he understood.

"Don't panic yet, wait for your honor to come up." Yan Jing, who was standing next to them, whispered.

However, before Ji Hongzhi and the two could react, an indifferent female voice as cold as snow came from afar: "Where is the ember shadow? Scared?"

When everyone looked, they saw Xi Lian surrounded by many strong people, with a delicate appearance and an indifferent expression, looking at them with lowered eyes, as if staring at a dead person, which made people shudder.

Yan Jing took a breath lightly, and then took a step and smiled lightly: "You are laughing at what you said, the person who was beaten to the point of urinating and fled last time was not my family."

Yan Jing's tone was not polite, although most of the cultivators on the other side could not understand the Chinese Chinese dialect, but just looking at the expression and movements on his face, he knew that it was not a good word.

For a while, several eighth-order powerhouses around Xi Lian were a little nervous, and they wanted to come up to teach Yan Jing a lesson, but Ji Hongzhi and the others around Yan Jing were not vegetarians, and they all mobilized the strength of their bodies.

However, Yan Jing's obviously provocative words didn't seem to matter to Xi Lian, and she didn't even raise her eyelids: "Feng Lingzi is right, the Yan family is indeed unpleasant."

Yan respects the eight winds and does not move: "Thank you for the compliment."

"Huh." Xi Lian chuckled lowly, his voice was like a light bell, but it suddenly made Yan Jing's inner breath vibrate, and his face turned red in an instant, and a mouthful of blood gushed up.

Seeing that this was wrong, Ji Hongzhi hurriedly put his hand on Yan Jing's back and said in a low voice, "Hold on!"

"You are really bold enough to delay time in front of me."

Many monks had puzzled expressions on their faces because of Xi Lian's words, but Ji Hongzhi's faces turned almost invisibly white.

"What is this ......" Yan Jing just wanted to continue dwelling, but in the middle of the sentence, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he became, "It's true."

He grinned, looking excitedly at some corner of the sky like a young man had won a bet.

Xi Lian also turned his head abruptly to look at that-

The space squirmed for a while in front of everyone's eyes, and then Feng Lingzi's figure staggered out of it.

He was dressed in tattered clothes, as if he had been struck by lightning.

The posture that comes out of the space does not seem to be an autonomous movement, but rather as if someone has kicked it out......

Just when everyone was slandering, two more people stepped out of the space, Yan Fenghuan and Wen Jinfang, the two of them stood out of thin air, far away from Xi Lian's monk legion.

Feng Lingzi should have been kicked out, and almost everyone present confirmed this guess.

And he didn't do anything as soon as he got out of the space, and went straight to the ground, and when he saw that he was about to fall into a meatloaf if he didn't die, he was finally caught and buffered by an ice blue water lotus.

"You seem to have forgotten someone, I brought it for you." Yan Fenghuan patted the non-existent dust on his hands and said with a smile.

Xi Lian's eyes were deep and he didn't say a word.

The faces of the monks present changed for a moment.

Those who can come here are not stupid, Yan Fenghuan's words, you can understand her meaning with a little brain.

For a while, many casual cultivators muttered

up.

"This spirit son has been hiding in the shadows, what does he want to do?"

"Hey, who knows? If he had discussed it with him, he might have caught our side off guard."

「……」

With the ears of a few people, he naturally collected all the voices in the field, but Xi Lian's face still did not change: "Since you are here, let's start."

Yan Fenghuan shrugged his shoulders and landed on the ground with Wen Jinfang.

Xi Lian's eyes lowered, and with their movements, he landed opposite the monks of Huaguo.

"It seems that I really scared you a lot last time, and brought so many helpers." Yan Fenghuan raised her head slightly and glanced behind her. Z.br>

Xi Lian didn't answer him, his fingers moved slightly, and woke up Feng Lingzi who was unconscious, and the latter turned over and sat up: "Leave the Ember Shadow!"

attracted everyone's attention to him immediately.

Feng Lingzi was embarrassed, and after he came back to where he was, his already dark face was several layers deeper.

"Feng Lingzi, I'll settle it later." Xi Lian's voice was like frost, with a slight warning.

But he seemed to be afraid of something, and in the end he could only glare at Yan Fenghuan fiercely, propped up his body, changed his outfit in a blink of an eye, and turned around and walked towards Xi Lian's camp.

Two god-level powerhouses......

The morale of the Chinese monks was even lower.

Xi Lian didn't give them a chance to question, she just smiled at Yan Fenghuan: "Temporary foreign aid, I hope you don't mind."

"Feel free." Yan Fenghuan waved his hand.

She opened her mouth, Ji Hongzhi naturally would not disobey, and could only announce the start of the game.

「？」 Thirty seconds passed, and the venue was silent.

"And then?"

Not only Xi Lianfang, but even Yan Fenghuan couldn't figure it out.

And then......

I saw Ji Hongzhi clasping his hands together and making a gesture of begging for mercy, and the look on his face was also very indebted.

Everyone was stunned.

However, even if they sensed that something was wrong, everyone felt as if they were stuck in the quagmire, and their movements were slowed down countless times.

In this moment when time seemed to be frozen, the surrounding space changed and collapsed, and the bizarre scene reorganized and transformed in front of everyone, and soon, Ji Hongzhi's figure had completely disappeared from everyone's eyes.

A frightening whistling wind came from their ears, and everyone came back to their senses, and they were already standing on a strange ice field!

"This is ......" Someone's voice was hoarse, shocked, "what's going on!"

"Don't panic yet, it may be a venue dedicated to competitions, and there was such a space in the Lingwu Competition before." Someone comforted.

However, when they saw that the three god-level powerhouses present all had solemn faces at the same time, everyone's hearts sank to the bottom.