Luo Fei coldly swept over the people on the ground with a downward gaze, and his glaring stimulated the nerves of many people. A long-faced man jumped up from the ground and yelled at Luo Fei, who was hovering in mid-air: "You stinky and shameless Luo Fei, why are you standing on Lao Tzu's head, roll down for me." ”

Luo Fei completely ignored the long-faced man, lowered his head and asked Lin Hui, "Do you feel very comfortable looking at these people on the ground from here?"

At this time, Luo Fei is not so much flying in the air, but more suitable to only hang in the air. The flying sword flew in the air with its own spiritual power, Luo Fei held the hilt of the sword with his right hand and floated in the air with his strength, while Lin Hui's wrist was held by Luo Fei's left hand, which was regarded as hanging in his hand. Although everyone on the ground was so jealous of the flying sword that they couldn't bear it, more than one person laughed secretly in their hearts, and the two of them were like two shriveled peppers hanging on a rope.

Before coming here, Lin Hui was also held by Luo Fei's wrist like this, dragged behind him and flew all the way, and a few red marks had already been strangled on his wrist. It's just that there are endless magnificent wonders along the way, and the slight pain in the wrist will be ignored by Lin Hui. Right now, he was hanging in the air, and all his weight was hanging on one wrist, and he couldn't say that he was comfortable, so he scolded "comfortable fart" in his heart, and when he said it, it naturally became: "It's uncomfortable." ”

Luo Fei had already thought of countless words to tease everyone on the ground, so he was waiting to guide Lin Hui to sing a double reed with him one by one, but who knew that Lin Hui directly replied "uncomfortable". Luo Fei had to hold back his words in his stomach, and finally rotten, this time it was his turn to feel uncomfortable, and he was greatly disappointed in Lin Hui, and said: "Don't go to the road." He actually let go of the left hand that was holding Lin Hui's wrist in the air.

The position of the two of them was more than thirty zhang above the ground, even a cultivator like Lin Hui who had reached the first level of the Spirit Sea, if he didn't use his magic powers, he would still fall to his death if he fell from such a high place. Even if he used all his strength to slow down the momentum of the spiritual power that landed, the momentum he received when he finally landed was equivalent to a blow from a monk of the Spirit Sea Realm.

Lin Hui experienced a series of hard battles, and then hurried to this day, without any gap to recuperate the injuries on his body, and his spiritual power could not recover. At this time, even if he used all his spiritual power, I am afraid that this body covered with wounds will not be able to withstand the impact of falling to the ground.

At this point, Lin Hui did not panic, concentrating on urging spiritual power, even if he knew that he would fall to pieces in less than a breath, and the resistance he made now was almost useless.

Several monks were directly below the two of them, and when they looked up, they saw Lin Hui falling from the sky, and the speed was getting faster and faster, and they were so frightened that they fled far away. When I used my hands and feet together, I had long forgotten that they all knew how to spell, and they were Taoist masters, and I only hated that although the third leg under my crotch was also given by my parents, it couldn't be used to run.

Lin Hui's bloodless face was so red that he was almost dripping blood, desperately trying to blast out all his spiritual power in one go, so as to use the power of recoil to slow down the impact of landing.

Suddenly, a strong strange wind surged from under Lin Hui's body, and at the same time, a figure flew to his side, it was Luo Fei, who had left him from a high place earlier. Luo Fei smiled smugly, lifted Lin Hui's collar, and said, "It's comfortable this time." ”

Lin Hui's clothes had already been riddled with holes in the fighting method, one black and one red, which was pulled up by Luo Fei and torn into two pieces when he landed. Lin Hui only heard the sound of the cloth tearing, and then the clothes on his body disappeared inexplicably, while the shirtless body continued to fall downward.

Luo Fei was also really taken aback, but fortunately, he reacted quickly, hurriedly swooped down, and reached out to pick up Lin Hui's arm.

Lin Hui took a long breath, his body was slightly settled, and then he exhaled and said, "It's comfortable." ”

Gusts of strong wind rushed straight up, holding the clothes of the two people fluttering and slowly falling to the ground, quite like the dust of the immortals. However, these strong winds brought a lot of dust, and many of the people present raised their sleeves to hide their faces between frowning, and the monks who were closer to the two of them could only eat ashes. The two of them did enough pomp, but they suffered others, and as soon as they arrived in this square, they committed public anger.

With his feet on the ground, Lin Hui's heart was finally much more steady, and when he looked left and right, he found that most of the people around him were wearing similar clothes as he had worn before, and they should be soul people who came to participate in the big competition like him. There were very few outer disciples, only four or five, while there were nearly twenty inner disciples wearing the same clothes as Luo Fei.

The scene in front of him made Lin Hui think: "Could it be that in the Yan Sect this day, there are more inner disciples than outer disciples?"

Lin Hui, who was observing the surrounding situation, suddenly felt an inexplicable chill behind him, and when he looked back, he saw Luo Fei with a strange smile standing behind him, not knowing what kind of bad idea he was playing.

Luo Fei smiled: "You wait first, I have to host a few qualification competitions." I'll come back here to find you before the day after tomorrow. ”

Lin Hui thought that when he arrived here, he would start Dabi immediately, but when he heard that he would have to wait for two days, his heart was much more relaxed, after all, if he could recover more time, he would be more sure of Dabi.

Luo Fei flew into the air again, and before leaving, he didn't forget to slowly circle around the periphery of the square in the sky, and mocked everyone on the field silently, and then left.

Looking at Luo Fei's distant figure, Lin Hui was a little puzzled in his heart. He originally thought that Luo Fei was the kind of person who was scheming and extremely heavy, but he didn't want to be in this day, but he saw that he was full of joy and anger, even if Lin Hui's intuition was extremely sharp, he couldn't guess his temperament.

As soon as Luo Fei left, the monks who were originally afraid of being hit by Lin Hui who fell returned to their previous positions, and naturally they didn't have a good face for the wicked person in front of them who caused them to eat ashes, and they raised their eyebrows one by one. If it weren't for Luo Fei saying something to Lin Hui with a pleasant face before leaving, so that they couldn't guess the relationship between the two, otherwise they would probably have spoken ill of Lin Hui.

There was no kindness in everyone's eyes, and the best thing was to ignore Lin Hui indifferently. And his ** upper body at this time attracted the strange eyes of many people with special fetishes.

Lin Hui couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly found an empty seat in the crowd to sit down and meditate.

However, there were many monks in the square, and after each of them exhaled, the surrounding aura became extremely thin. Lin Hui no longer had much spiritual power in his body, and he urgently needed to absorb the external spiritual energy to restore his spiritual power. He looked left and right, thinking of finding a place with open terrain and strong aura. But he was new to the city, and he didn't know the rules here, so he didn't dare to leave the square casually.

Most of the soul people who came to participate in the Great Contest were beginner-level cultivators in the Spirit Sea, and a few of them had reached the intermediate level. With Lin Hui's current state, he didn't even have a certain grasp of the monks with the same cultivation.

Lin Hui couldn't help but think of the stone-shaped magic weapon hidden in the waistband of his trousers, and it was this magic weapon that saved Lin Hui's life under Lang Shangsi's fireball. It's just that the spiritual power on the stone has completely disappeared at this time, and there are two more cracks around the entire stone on it, so I'm afraid it will no longer be usable.

Lin Hui recalled that he had turned around several times outside the Ghost Gate since he entered the cave mansion, and if he really had a bull's head and horse face, he would probably be familiar with them. Now that I'm finally here, I can't just watch the opportunity slip through my fingers.

Thinking of this, Lin Hui gritted his teeth, got up and walked out of the square. The monks who were disturbed by him along the way glared angrily.