Seeing Ye Xuan's sword cultivation with such strength, they were all amazed at Ye Xuan's superb means!

And Miao Zixuan, who was on the side, saw Ye Xuan defeat Fu Haotian with the fragments of his sword, and a trace of amazement appeared on his pretty face!

Ye Xuan on the side didn't care so much, he looked at Miao Zixuan and asked.

"What is his seat?"

Miao Zixuan paused for a moment, and his red lips opened slightly: "Second class!" ”

"The only first-class seat in our Daofu Sword Sect has been given to me!"

"So there are only a few second-class disciples left!"

Hearing this, Ye Xuan nodded slightly.

Is it only second-class?

This doesn't meet his appetite, so this second-class will be returned to Fu Haotian!

In the battle for the seat of the Extreme Sword Monument, the opponent's seat can be obtained by fighting!

But Ye Xuan was not satisfied with the second-class seat, so he continued to let Fu Haotian sit in the second-class seat!

But at this moment, his body is nearly ninety percent damaged, and his breath is like a gossamer, while other sword cultivators are coveting the second-class seat, and this second-class seat is destined to be lost to him!

But what does this have to do with Ye Xuan?

If he wants to provoke himself to death, then he must be prepared for a tragic end!

"Do you want a first-class seat?" Miao Zixuan glanced at Ye Xuan and said slowly.

Ye Xuan nodded, although this kind of seat can be obtained by Qinglian as an empress.

But he's not the kind of man who eats soft rice for everything!

You have to fight for this seat!

Miao Zixuan paused, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "The sword cultivators in the first-class seats, most of them are very hard in the background!" ”

"And their strength is not bad!"

"Most of the forces they rely on are holy places!"

"Have you ever won them over?"

When Ye Xuan heard this, he said without hesitation: "Fight!" ”

"If they retreat because of their huge power, it won't be like me Ye Xuan!"

Miao Zixuan heard Ye Xuan's words, glanced at him slightly, and when she saw Ye Xuan's extremely confident look on his face, she was slightly stunned, but soon she shook her head and sighed lightly.

"It's a good thing to have this courage, but it's a pity!"

"They are backed by the Holy Land, and their general strength is above the Tongshen Realm!"

"There are even some younger generation of sword cultivators, whose strength has reached the Imperial Sky Realm!"

"You only have the psychic realm now, how can you beat them?"

When Ye Xuan heard this, he was silent in place, although Miao Zixuan said so many words to persuade him.

But he didn't listen at all!

In terms of talent and understanding, he is not afraid of anyone now!

The gap between him and the younger generation in the Holy Land is only a short time!

How much time did it take him to go from the Quenching Realm to the Psychic Realm?

Is there half a month?

Even for the geniuses of the younger generation in the Holy Land, it would take years to reach the Psychic Realm!

This is the capital of his pride!

Seeing the silent Ye Xuan, Miao Zixuan still sighed again.

In her eyes, although Ye Xuan's strength is not very strong, except for a peerless handsome face, he has no other characteristics!

But there was a magic power in Ye Xuan's body, which could make her can't help but look at Ye Xuan a few more times!

The first time was on Zhao Yan's side, Ye Xuan said that Zhao Yan would not change his face.

She didn't care much about Ye Xuan that time.

But seeing Ye Xuan today, he was only in the early stage of the Psychic Realm, and he was able to defeat Fu Haotian in the middle of the Psychic Realm with his hands!

This surprised her!

And what is Ye Xuan's backstage, she is also very curious about this!

What kind of backstage is it that can make Ye Xuan fearless!

Now Ye Xuan suddenly became like a fog, deeply attracting her to explore!

She has no interest in men on weekdays, but for the first time, she has a lot of interest in men, and even wants to know more about him!

Miao Zixuan slowly raised his slender fingers, looked in the direction not far away, and said to Ye Xuan: "That's where our first-class seat is!" ”

"Whether you can compete for a first-class seat depends on your ability!"

"But remember, if you mess with someone you shouldn't, they'll kill you backstage!"

"Think twice when fighting for a first-class seat!"

After hearing Miao Zixuan's words, Ye Xuan nodded and walked in the direction she was pointing.

Qinglian, who was silent on the side, followed behind Ye Xuan, and at this moment Miao Zixuan noticed Qinglian's existence.

When she looked at Qinglian and wanted to explore Qinglian, a terrifying coercion suddenly poured out, which suddenly made her eyes ache and shed a faint amount of blood!

"Is it a big shot?"

"No wonder this guy can be so daring!"

After speaking, she glanced at Fu Haotian, who fell to the ground beside her, and then withdrew her gaze and walked in the direction of the first-class seat.

When Ye Xuan and Qinglian came to the place that Miao Zixuan was referring to.

The surrounding sword cultivators were already sitting in their seats.

They were all followed by a figure, the aura of these figures was extremely terrifying, and there was even a figure that had reached the strength of the peak of the Yin Source Realm!

Obviously, most of these figures are from the Holy Land!

When they saw Ye Xuan's arrival, their faces were full of astonishment, and the expressions they looked at Ye Xuan became exciting.

Where did the imp come from?

Dare to come here in the early days of the psychic realm?

How dare he?

And somewhere in the first-class seat, a beautiful figure suddenly lifted a smile on her pretty face after seeing Ye Xuan.

"Brother Ye, we're meeting again!"

After hearing the voice, the corners of Ye Xuan's mouth twitched slightly, and he said with a smile: "Miss Lin, isn't it inevitable that we will meet?" ”

When Lin Xiaoke heard Ye Xuan's words, his pretty face was full of smiles, while the young man in the seat next to him looked at Lin Xiaoke.

"Who is he?"

Lin Xiaoke smiled, "He's Ye Xuan, a friend of mine!" ”

After the young man saw the smile on Lin Xiaokeqiao's face, a wave of jealousy suddenly rose in his heart, and he said coldly: "Which holy land is he a genius disciple?" ”

Lin Xiaoke shook his head, touched his delicate chin, and said, "I don't know, it seems to be just a casual cultivator!" ”

When the young man heard Lin Xiaoke's words, the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked, and there was a hint of mockery on his face, and he looked at Ye Xuan and said, "Oh? ”

"It turned out to be one, Sanxiu!"

The young man emphasized the word loose cultivation, obviously mocking Ye Xuan, a guy who had no backstage, and dared to stand in this place!

"What's wrong with Sanxiu?"

"Do you want to fight?" Ye Xuan's brows suddenly furrowed, so there will be licking dogs in the current sect?

This guy is probably a licking dog too!

What annoys him the most is licking the dog, and what he wants to fight the most is licking the dog!

When the young man heard Ye Xuan's words, he looked at him with a stunned expression, his eyes suddenly widened, and he said incredulously: "Fight? ”

"You're also a ant in the early stage of the psychic realm?"

"If you were a disciple of the Holy Land, I might be afraid of three points, but just because you are a casual cultivator, you don't have the strength or background, and you want to find me?"

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