Pei Xuan is gone.
   His opponent was a sword cultivator in a white suit with a sword at his waist. After the sword cultivator got the lottery, his face was ashen, and he couldn’t even hold the sword well in the crowd.
   Ye Qing listened to some information on the sidelines, and learned that the sword cultivator disciples participating in the Jingchun Grand Competition are basically above the Jindan realm, and many Jindan peaks are only half a step away from Nascent Soul. It has been a hundred years since he stepped into the Nascent Soul Realm early.
   Upon first hearing it, Ye Qing was really taken aback: They are all Jindan or Nascent Soul cultivation bases!
   It turned out that Elder Cheng really wasn’t bluffing. When Ye Qing was young in Guiyuanzong, Elder Cheng once said: In the ancient world of comprehension, the talents were amazing. In that era, golden elixir was everywhere and the competition was extremely fierce. However, most of the disciples have never experienced the era of “the road leads to the fairyland, and the long river flows into the sea”. They can’t imagine it out of thin air, and the sense of immersion is much worse.
   Elder Cheng later lamented that the prosperity of the world will inevitably decline, and the aura of the cultivation world is getting weaker and thinner, which makes the former prosperity no longer. Speaking of the splendid cultivation world in the past, Elder Cheng wanted to express an attitude: You disciples are really inferior to each other!
   These turned out to be true!
   Ye Qing grew up so big, he had never seen a competition full of Jindan Nascent Soul, he subconsciously stood on tiptoe, couldn’t hide his admiration, thinking that this competition must be full of swords and swords, and it must be exciting!
   Ye Qing watched enthusiastically, and suddenly remembered an important thing: what is his father’s cultivation level?
   “Pei Xuan is in the Nascent Soul stage.” As if hearing Ye Qing’s heart, someone in the crowd spoke up with a look of jealousy.
   Nascent Soul?
   Ye Qing was surprised again, whether it was 20,000 years ago or 20,000 years later, the youth who reached the Nascent Soul Realm at this age are all geniuses, and they are well-deserved heaven’s favored ones.
   However, the elder brother in charge is also in the Nascent Soul Realm, not only his father is a Nascent Soul, so it won’t make the speaker look envious and jealous, right?
   As if reading his heart from Ye Qing’s confused face again, the speaker’s cheeks turned red: “What do you know! Pei Xuan, he, he is different…”
   What’s different, he didn’t say anything.
   The speaker was trembling all over, his shoulders seemed to be pressed by an invisible weight, and his face was full of fear. Under Ye Qing’s blank gaze, he tried his best to restrain the pressure that was almost out of control.
   Ye Qing glanced at the page in his palm, it turned out to be Pei Xuan’s next opponent.
   It suddenly dawned on me.
   However, Ye Qing is still ignorant of this fear.
   The first match started soon.
   Because of the age disparity in the past, Ye Qing saw Pei Xuan compete with others for the first time. I saw the blue-clothed young man lift his sword and go away, the mere strike of the sword was astonishing, as if there was no sharper sword intent than this in the world, and nothing could surpass this sword.
   The opponents in the arena panicked, their faces turned pale, and they were powerless to parry before a move was made. The outsiders were silent.
   Ye Qing originally thought he would see an evenly matched match, but he didn’t expect that the last second when Pei Xuan raised his sword, he held his breath expectantly, and the next second he saw his opponent fall to the ground and cry out in pain. And Pei Xuan, who had defeated his opponent, didn’t react at all. He was still handsome and cold, the corner of his blue robe was not stained with any dust, and his eyes were like black holes, unable to melt into all shadows.
   So fast! ?
   Ye Qing couldn’t help but gasped.
   The white-clothed swordsman in the arena was extremely desperate. He was thrown to the ground by Pei Xuan’s sword.
   He wanted to regain the dignity of the sword cultivator, so he raised his head reluctantly and looked at Pei Xuan against the light. He could only see a blue-clothed figure outlined by a halo. He was so young and so powerful that he couldn’t help but be afraid.
   Only those who are inside can know how strong this Junior Brother Pei is.
   A wave of jealousy welled up in his heart, and he didn’t know which nerve was twitching. His eyes were full of resentment, and he suddenly said: “Pei Xuan, you devil, don’t be too pretentious, the senior brother in charge will teach you a lesson!”
   The word “devil” seemed to touch a certain sensitive nerve of Pei Xuan. He looked over in an instant, his eyes were extremely cold, and there was a flash of killing intent.
   Seeing that the situation was not good, Jianxiu in white immediately picked up his sword and left the field, fearing that if he was too late, he would die on the spot.
   The next Xingyao Palace disciple who entered the arena also staggered, without any grace left, and he was forced to bear Pei Xuan’s murderous sword.
   This sword is powerful enough to shatter everything in the world, like a snowstorm covering the sky, like frost torn apart, the Lingtai of Xingyao Palace disciple is crumbling, and he finds out in a panic that the power of this sword is indeed not in the Nascent Soul Stage! It has clearly reached the peak of the Jingu realm!
   Ye Qing is not a sword cultivator, he doesn’t understand realm and other magical things, he only thinks this sword is cool! Very handsome!
   He was so amazed that he couldn’t help clapping his hands, his little face flushed with excitement: “Okay!”
   God, his father is really amazing!
   When Ye Qing was a cub, he once held his father’s hand. Pei Xuan’s hand was slender and well-articulated, with thin calluses on his fingertips. It’s really a wonderful feeling, when you touch it, you don’t know the origin of the cocoon, and you don’t know Pei Xuan’s past. Knowing that it was now, he was amazed.
   Pei Xuan shook the sky with his sword, and the audience was eerily silent.
   Then in the dead silence, Ye Qing, the applause, was naturally very conspicuous. The Xingyao Palace disciples’ hearts trembled, and they all looked at Ye Qing with horrified eyes, as if they were wondering what kind of monster this was, applauding this evil Pei Xuan.
   Pei Xuan also raised his eyes, and glanced at Ye Qing who was applauding excitedly for him not far away, expressionless, still silent.
   In the next second, he looked away, as if he didn’t pay attention to Ye Qing.
   Ye Qing clapped his hands, feeling that it was not enough, a few applause was nothing, how could he express his excitement! He lingered in his mind for a long time with the handsome face of the young Pei Xuan, and the frost-like startling sword. At this moment, there was an inexplicable impulse that spontaneously arose from the bottom of his heart.
   Such a graceful appearance, how could I not draw it down!
   Ye Qing quickly took out the drawing board from the storage bag, held the spiritual ink pen, and swayed it on the white paper, first sketching a person.
   The man’s back was as straight as a standard, his black hair was meticulous, his figure was extraordinary, and his aura was as far away as a towering mountain…
   Ye Qing drew more and more smoothly, the tip of the pen was fully dipped in thick ink, without any pause. While painting, the corners of her lips are still slightly raised. As a good son, he already knows what Pei Xuan will look like in the future, so it’s not difficult to draw a picture of his youth, just to modify a few points.
   When others saw it, it was Pei Xuan!
   Another gasp.
   This new disciple of Xingyao Palace is actually painting Pei Xuan!
   Hearing the sudden roar of voices outside the arena, Pei Xuan looked again, only to see Ye Qing who was writing freely and excitedly. He frowned, for some reason, he always felt that the boy should be painting him.
   She kept smiling at him, her eyes sparkling like stars.
   That kind of ardor and admiration is not fake.
   There was a sword in Pei Xuan’s hand, and his five fingers tightened suddenly.
   He was thinking, what purpose did Ye Qing have.
   The next person to enter the arena saw Pei Xuan’s eyes like lightning, and Mr. Wei Zhan was terrified.
   His heart beat faster, and he flew out of chaos, thinking how unlucky he was, because there was no Pei Xuan in the Spring Festival Competition that he had promised! A person who can’t even do anything to the head of the sect, if he confronts the opponent head-on, can he still survive?
   So he surrendered without a fight.
   There was almost no suspense, Pei Xuan was as powerful as a bamboo.
   Soon it was time for Xu Sufeng to play, the corners of Xu Sufeng’s mouth were stiff, and his temples were throbbing. He tried his best to resist a few times, but finally lost without any surprise. Before the match, those words like “Brother Xu’s swordsmanship is superb”, “Xingyao’s magic skills are great”, “Pei Xuan is not an opponent when he comes” are still in the ears of many people. In this situation, they are very embarrassing .
   Of course Xu Sufeng doesn’t want to lose his status like this. He is the master master, the first person under the master, and the future heir to the master. He doesn’t allow his majesty to be swept away, and he doesn’t allow himself to lose so ugly! He also saw Pei Xuan’s sword intent clearly, the power of that sword was horrifying when released, and he felt jealous.
   He said: “Junior Brother Pei, this competition cannot be counted, you should know the reason.”
   As soon as this remark came out, there was a lot of voices in the mountain square, and everyone agreed: “That’s right, it can’t be counted.” They secretly looked at Pei Xuan with happy eyes, anyway, no one in Xingyao Palace wanted Pei Xuan to win.
   The sound caught his eyes, Pei Xuan didn’t move, his face was clouded, he was not surprised at all.
   The voice that seemed to be a demon came out from the depths of his heart, and he taunted again unhurriedly: You see, the whole world is turbid, and there are hypocrisy and despicable people fighting for fame and wealth in Xingyao Palace. You, fear you, and envy you, wishing to eat your flesh and blood…
   Pei Xuan heard it clearly, and there was a trace of murderous red light hidden in those swamp-black eyes.
   Just at this moment, in the turmoil of the whole world, a young man’s voice came, not far or near, but inexplicably eye-catching.
   It was Ye Qing, he frowned and asked loudly, “Why?”
   He spoke out of sheer curiosity, and also to defend Pei Xuan.
   He is only sixteen years old, and he is still in the stage of growing his body. He is not short, but among the hundreds of years old disciples in Xingyao Palace, he has to stand on tiptoe so that the top of his head is higher than everyone else. Cut, there is an imposing bonus. But he didn’t know that even if a milk cat with teeth and claws put on the skin of a tiger, it couldn’t be a tiger.
   Xu Sufeng: “…”
   Everyone: “…”
   Where did this stunner come from?
   Seeing him, Meng Xinghai’s face was also very ugly, “Senior Brother Zhangjiao speaks, there is no reason!”
   Ye Qing curled his lips: “But he lost, he didn’t have any tolerance at all, and he still wants to regret it!”
   After all, he frowned delicately, as if angry, and glared at Xu Sufeng.
   Xu Sufeng was stunned, his expression froze slightly, as if he didn’t expect to be stared at. From Meng Xinghai’s reaction, he could tell that Ye Qing should be the new disciple recruited by Xingyao Palace this month. And who is he, he is a senior brother who is under one person and above ten thousand people, how dare a little disciple glared at him, and even glared at him because of Pei Xuan?
   It’s just magical.
   Xu Sufeng has always maintained his demeanor in front of people, he pretended to be calm, and smiled: “You are a new disciple, right? You don’t know…Junior Brother Pei’s strength is unknown, and he may have already been on the verge of falling into the devil, and the fairy fell The Demon Empress is already extremely easy to cultivate soaring, so this Spring Shocking Competition naturally cannot be counted.”
   What? Fallen?
   Now it was Ye Qing’s turn to be stunned, and his black eyes widened.
   Everyone thought he was frightened, and they looked very relieved. After all, a young fairy with good roots is instinctively afraid of demons.
   Xu Sufeng also struck while the iron was hot, and said eloquently: “As a brother in charge, I have a demon-slaying sword bestowed by the head in my hand, which can trigger the devil’s energy and kill demons. For the sake of my brothers in the same sect In fact, I have always felt pity in my heart, and I have never taken it out. If Junior Brother Pei can catch this sword and prove that he is not a demon, then the victory or defeat of this spring shocking competition will be valid. oral……”
   In front of everyone, Xu Sufeng spoke very nicely. If he didn’t take this sword, Pei Xuan would win without being aboveboard. If you receive this sword, you may be seriously injured and lose your cultivation.
   What’s more, their suspicions are well-founded. In this world, falling into a demon is just a thought.
   Xu Sufeng was articulate, he thought that it would not take much effort to convince a new student, and he could add a touch to his glorious image.
   Unexpectedly, Ye Qing suddenly said: “Senior brother Xu, don’t worry about it, my father… Pei Xuan can’t possibly fall into the devil!”
   Is this little disciple Mu Qiang’s temperament, or is he not a fan of Pei Xuan? Such oil and salt do not enter. Xu Sufeng was a little annoyed at being robbed, “How can you be sure?”
   Ye Qing’s eyes were black and white, staring at everyone, he vowed: “Of course I know!”
   People who came from 20,000 years ago know one thing, that Pei Xuan, who blocked and killed gods all the way, and Buddhas blocked and killed Buddhas, looks even more magical than demon cultivators. But the time when he really turned into a demon was the year he was born—the first year of Tianshou!
   In other words, his father will be possessed by demons, but not now.
   It’s still early!
   His father is still innocent now, and has nothing to do with the devil.
   “I can tell divination…” In fact, he can’t, he is just an ordinary five spirit root, but he is willing to tell a little lie for his father when he was young and argue hard, “I see the future, Pei Xuan is in two It will take more than 10,000 years to fall into the devil!”
   As soon as these words came out, everyone’s pupils shrank suddenly, and their faces changed drastically. The focus of their attention was not Pei Xuan’s Fallen Demon, but——
   “Twenty thousand years from now?”
   “He can live for more than 20,000 years!?” It was as if Pei Xuan lived a day, and they would live in the shadows.
   Many people fell into unbelievable shock as if struck by lightning.
   Ye Qing looked at them strangely.
   Pei Xuan’s hand holding the sword also stopped, and he frowned, wondering why it was more than 20,000 years later? He knew that he had a demon in his heart, urging him to destroy the world day and night, and he also hated this world very much. How could he wait until 20,000 years before falling into the demon is absurd thing in itself.
   No one doubted that what Ye Qing said was a lie.
   In this glorious era, the number of hexagram masters is as numerous as a cow’s hair, and they walk everywhere like Jindan monks.
   In addition, this kind of thing is to know the secrets of the sky. When a monk falls into the devil, it is a big matter. If a young man talks about this matter, it is a complete lie. Eighteen lightning bolts have been struck long ago to punish this Gossip to confuse the public. After all, 20,000 years ago, the binding force of the Dao of Heaven was still there, and it was far less weak than that of later generations.
   Looking at the cloudless sky, the clear sky and the scorching sun, there was no sign of thunder falling, and everyone’s expressions changed drastically, and they believed it.
   Coupled with Ye Qing’s upright face and clear eyes, there is an inexplicably convincing power, as if he has really seen the whole process of Pei Xuan’s fall into the devil more than 20,000 years later, and he firmly believes it.
   Seven points have also become ten points.
   It’s a pity that this little hexagram master with a bad brain is standing on Pei Xuan’s side.
   Be sober, this devil is not falling into the devil now, and will fall into the devil in the future!
   Xu Sufeng’s face changed instantly when he heard that after 20,000 years, it was very ugly: How is it possible, Pei Xuan can live for 20,000 years, and there are many talents in the cultivation world. Could it be that no one has successfully killed each other in these 20,000 years? ? Then where is their Xingyao Palace?
The speech that made his body stiff was still behind, Ye Qing continued to yell at him like a small firecracker, and opened his mouth for Pei Xuan: “He is not a demon now, Brother Xu, you simply want to punish him, so there is no excuse. When you suspect Pei Xuan When Xuan is a demon, he is not a demon!”
   Just as people in the world want to test the hardness of a piece of jade, this piece of jade is destined to be broken. In other words, once suspicion arises, even if there is no real evidence, the crime has already been established.
   That’s not fair in itself! His father is very strong, and the record of winning this big competition and beating everyone is true!
   The whole audience was shocked by the courage and eloquence of Ye Qing, the new disciple of Xingyao Palace. It would have been even better if the other party hadn’t said good things for Pei Xuan.
   On the branches, the jackdaws stopped calling.
   Apparently the birds were shocked too.
   Because that young man Ye Qing was overly excited, his thin lips were tightly pursed because of his stubbornness, as if insulting Pei Xuan was insulting him, his true feelings were outrageous…
   In the noisy mountain peaks, everyone is out of their minds because of the word 20,000 years, and some people are too pale because of “there is no excuse for the crime”.
   Only Pei Xuan remained sane. He slowly put away his long sword, his pupils as black as an abyss, and the thrilling killing intent in his eyes, all disappeared with the wind.
   It’s like the illusion of jackdaws.
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