Just when Ye Wen was observing the surrounding environment, with a burst of space distortion, a figure appeared on the stone platform surrounded by white mist, this person's face was handsome and slightly white, with red lips and white teeth, a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, and the luxurious clothes he was wearing set off the aristocratic temperament, the demeanor of a noble son.

Ye Wen looked at the personable noble children in front of him, and sighed in his heart: "These sons and brothers don't know what they grew up eating, why are they all so handsome that they don't look like people, in fact, are they all demonized?"

The noble prince who was completely exposed quickly noticed Ye Wen's existence, his face changed slightly, he squinted his eyes and looked at Ye Wen carefully, and after a moment, a contemptuous sneer appeared on his face.

He looked at Ye Wen with pity in his eyes, shook his head and chuckled: "It turns out that you are a lucky guy, among the many customs clearers, only you are in tattered clothes, embarrassed, although you barely passed the trial, but after all, it can't hide the fact that your strength is weak, if you are interested, you should immediately kneel and admit defeat, this is the wisest way to be a weak." ”

This son's voice is quite soft, if you ignore the contempt in the words, it will probably make people think that he is a gentle and modest person, but if so, it obviously does not conform to the impression of ordinary noble children in Ye Wen.

From the very beginning, when Ye Wen saw the figure of this Brother Gongzi condensed on the opposite side, the battle intent in his heart had already been raised to the extreme, and he used his spiritual sense to scan the strength of the other party, and then when he heard Brother Gongzi's self-righteous words, he was stunned and took back his spiritual sense.

He never figured out one thing, that is, why these nobles always like to say something unnutritious before fighting, which is a waste of time and saliva, and in fact, he should understand that things will not change in any way. Or is this the so-called aristocratic demeanor?

Ye Wen could only smile and be speechless at this.

Seeing the indifferent appearance of the boy opposite, the pity expression of the prince of Guisuke froze slightly, and a feeling of displeasure suddenly arose, the more conceited and powerful the person who healed himself and the superior position, the more distorted he was in his view of the world, and they would think that giving the weak the opportunity to worship was mercy, and forgiving the sins of the weak was forgiveness - even if the sin was only weak.

And when these mercy and tolerance are not reciprocated and reciprocated, such as not being grateful and weeping, kneeling on the ground and throwing themselves to the ground, etc., a kind of evil thought will immediately arise, and they will only feel that their dignity is completely offended, and the offender must pay the due price for it.

Guijie Gongzi's chin was raised slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said coldly towards Ye Wen: "Guy who doesn't think about himself, do you want to die?"

Ye Wen was slightly stunned, surprised by the other party's almost idiot-like arrogance, so he looked at him silently, as if he was looking at a real idiot, and unconsciously, he actually revealed a little pity.

Reading the meaning in Ye Wen's eyes, the eyes of the prince suddenly sharpened, and an offensive anger rose from the bottom of his heart, and he instantly decided to take back his rare pity, originally just wanted to imitate the practice of Corporal Lixian, which was often mentioned by the elders in the family, but it seemed that it was really something meaningless.

Since you dare not to give him face, don't blame him for being ruthless!

Almost instantly, a circle of crimson appeared on the soles of Guisuke's feet, and there was a faint sword intent on the soles of his feet, and there was a muffled sound, and the powerful impact shook the ground under his feet trembling slightly.

A hole appeared in the pure white stone platform with a bang, and the prince of Guisuke, who was suddenly covered in fire mist, rushed over at high speed, rushing towards Ye Wen's location, and a stream of sharp and small red sword intent sneered like raindrops scattered on the ground around him, blasting out a series of small holes.

This gorgeous scene did not shake Ye Wen's mind, on the contrary, he was a little incomprehensible, why did the opposite side waste excess Dao power to create the effect of destroying the site, if it was said that it was to shatter the ground by transforming the site, so as to achieve the purpose of hindering the enemy, then it should also be implemented after the official confrontation with the enemy, otherwise what is the value of those scattered sword intents?

Guijie Gongzi didn't know Ye Wen's slander at this moment, if he could see through Ye Wen's thoughts, maybe he would change the decision to beat the other party to a direct killing, and take back the only mercy. Of course, if Ye Wen also knew about the "compassion" of the prince of Guijie, he would probably raise his middle finger very sincerely to express his gratitude.

Ye Wen's eyes narrowed slightly, and under his full attention, the changes in the opponent's limbs at the moment when he flew over came into view, one by one, even beyond the observation level that a sixfold peak cultivator should have, and in an instant, he judged the enemy's next series of moves.

After fighting again and again, he has become accustomed to measuring the true level of the enemy, and suppresses the opponent with the most accurate force at the moment of grasping, without wasting a trace of Dao power, and completely knocking down the enemy with the minimum consumption. This is also the fighting style of soldiers, in the jungle environment that often falls into melee, if you can't accurately control your power output, no matter how good your cultivation is, you will eventually be surrounded by a group of enemy troops and dragged into the quagmire, and you will be consumed to death.

This was the most unfortunate and cruel result for the military friars. This is also the decisive difference between the aristocratic monk and the military monk, the average aristocratic monk is the lack of baptism of war after all, unless it is the kind of aristocratic elite who takes the initiative to join the war, otherwise no matter how advanced the realm, it is destined not to have the matching combat power.

At this time, the figure of the prince of Guijie swept over like a ghost, his eyes flashed with confidence, the flames under his feet were flying, the crimson light was flashing wildly, accompanied by a hot wind, and in the blink of an eye, it flew to the dead corner in front of Ye Wen.

There was a hint of appreciation in Ye Wen's eyes, although he looked down on the experience of the bloodline nobles in actual combat, it did not mean that he would take it lightly, nor did it mean that he would ignore the superiority of the enemy.

This style of body like wind and fire alone is actually enough to prove that this noble prince is by no means a mediocre person, and he is also one of the more outstanding members of the group of young monks of the same age, otherwise he would not have successfully passed the trial, and finally stood opposite Ye Wen for a duel.

Judging from this strange sword intent that jumps up from the soles of the feet, this technique of fusing leg technique and sword intent should have the origin of its family inheritance, and it may be the mystery that was born after hundreds of years of tempering.

If he can comprehend a little bit in the process of fighting and integrate it into his own sword intent, it is equivalent to a precious sword intent training, which may enable him to break through the bottleneck of the sixth layer at one time and enter the ranks of real first-class powerhouses. Due to the assistance of his spiritual space, his ascent in the same realm was extremely fast, and the time required to reach the peak from the first glimpse of the path to the peak was far lower than that of ordinary monks, and even those geniuses with outstanding qualifications could not be compared to it.