The clouds are beginning to open, the morning sun is warm and caressing people's faces, and the purple clouds are thousands of colors, which is so beautiful.

The martial arts performance field made of bluestones covers an area of ​​hundreds of acres. It has accumulated over a hundred years and has a majestic and majestic atmosphere.

"Humph..." The young man's clear voice kept waving in the air, making people's blood boil.

In this spacious martial arts arena, tens of thousands of young men in green are practicing martial arts and tempering their bodies. When the figures are turning, it seems that there are thousands of horses galloping, and the momentum is terrifying; when the fists and feet are dancing, it is like dragons and tigers are leaping, fighting for supremacy in the mountains.

From time to time, young men in green clothes cross their legs and breathe out spiritual energy. It seems that some mysterious aura appears between heaven and earth, strengthening their muscles, bones, skin, and flesh, increasing their energy and blood, and making their bodies make thunderous sounds from time to time.

In the center of the martial arts arena, a white jade platform that is three feet high and one hundred meters wide stands majestically. On this white jade platform, more than a dozen young men in white are sitting cross-legged. Each young man in white is full of vitality and blood, like a tiger or a leopard.

Breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, it turns into the true energy that surges around the body. If you look carefully, these dozen young men in white are like stars over the moon, surrounding a young man in purple who is sitting cross-legged to breathe out the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

This purple-clothed young man has a face as handsome as a monster, and his lips are thin and slightly raised, giving people a domineering feeling. However, his energy and blood are rolling like smoke, and his real power is surging like a surging river. Every time he spits out and inhales, he feels like

The stormy spiritual energy of heaven and earth was absorbed by his physical body, turning into billowing blood and true power.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, and it was as if a sharp blade was cutting through the void. A force of aura overwhelmed the whole place. All the young people in green and white felt as if they were being stared at by a savage beast, and their whole bodies were trembling with chills. They all looked at him with awe in their eyes.

The young man in purple clothes stood on the high white jade platform, but the young man in purple clothes ignored the eyes of all the young people, and just looked towards the east side of the martial arts arena with admiring eyes.

There, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in green clothes walked gracefully. The girl's skin was like snow, her eyes were bright and her teeth were white. She was as beautiful as a fairy descending from the earth. She had a graceful figure and a temperament that was like an orchid in the valley. Although her gestures were a bit immature, she still looked young.

Everything about him exudes the charm of a country and a city.

"Hua...Hua Shixian, no...Hua...senior sister!" A young man in green uttered these words intermittently, with a look of dementia and a bit of admiration.

"Sister Hua is so beautiful!"

"More than just beautiful, she is as beautiful as a fairy! I really hope she can look at me."

"Stop dreaming! It is said that Senior Sister Hua started practicing at the age of eight. At the age of ten, she developed true energy in her body. At the age of thirteen, she became a psychic. At the age of thirteen, she broke through the ancestral realm and became an inner disciple. In one fell swoop, she broke through the Biyun Sect's fastest breakthrough into the ancestral realm in a century.

record, and now he is one of the ten strongest disciples in the inner sect, and his cultivation is unfathomable."

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The young man in purple clothes on the white jade platform jumped up, as agile as a tiger and leopard, and covered a distance of several hundred feet in the blink of an eye. He landed in front of the girl in green clothes with a graceful posture, and saluted with his hands clasped in fists. His handsome face smiled slightly and said: "

Inner disciple Zhou Ming has met Senior Sister Hua."

Hua Shi's fairy-like eyes, like waves and mirrors, said calmly: "Junior brother Zhou, there is no need to be polite."

Zhou Ming didn't care about Hua Shixian's indifferent tone, but looked sharply at the dozens of white-clothed disciples on the white jade stage, and coldly snorted: "Why don't you come down and see Senior Sister Hua soon?"

A dozen young men in white clothes, moving like cunning rabbits and agile, each clasped their fists respectfully: "I have seen Senior Sister Hua."

Bang!

Hua Shixian was about to return the favor when she suddenly heard a loud noise.

Then, an embarrassed figure fell from a cave like an arrow to the bluestone ground of the martial arts field.

The scene was eerily silent for a moment.

In an instant, the girl in green clothes jumped up. She was as light as a swallow and as cunning as a butterfly. She caught the embarrassed figure in the eyes of everyone with complex looks of surprise, envy, jealousy, etc.

She fell down like a fairy in the sky, floated out of the dust, and her black hair fell down her shoulders like a waterfall. It was so beautiful that it made all the young people's stunning expressions freeze on their faces.

Yang Ran stared blankly, unaware of the envy and hatred in others' eyes. Then he raised his head, and a flawless and delicate face as delicate as jade came into view.

The most eye-catching thing is a pair of clear, bright and tender eyes, which make people unable to help but indulge in them. Their temperament is noble and as elegant as chrysanthemums. Yang Ran can't help but feel a little crazy.

Hua Shixiansu waved her hand and used a soft force to help Yang Ran up, while her autumn eyes looked up and down at the young man in front of her.

Dressed in green clothes like a willow, he has a thin figure, a delicate face, mediocre qualifications, and restrained brilliance. There is nothing surprising about him, but his ink eyes are as black as gems and as clear as water. She saw a kind of something deep in this young man's eyes.

Persistent madness and sharp edge!

At this moment, two eyes collided, and this moment seemed like an eternity.

Suddenly, Hua Shixian's autumn eyes curved into crescent moons, and she smiled sweetly, a smile that captivated a city, a smile that captivated a country, and a smile that touched the young man's heart.

This smile attracted the burning eyes of all the young people, all of whom looked stupid.

The only sounds left in the silent martial arts arena were the "dong-dong" heartbeat and the frantic "gu-dong! gu-dong" sound of swallowing saliva.

Zhou Ming's eyes were filled with jealousy, and his eyes were red, as if he wanted to eat people. This waste, who was not even an outer disciple, actually made the goddess in his heart smile, and his handsome and demonic face was horribly twisted.

Next to Zhou Ming, a young man dressed in white and elegant clothes whispered: "Senior Brother Zhou, how about I go..." He put his hand on his neck and stroked it.

"Nothing! Why should you care about a waste with a third-level soul-forging cultivation in the post-spiritual realm!" Zhou Ming said in a disdainful tone, deliberately speaking out for Yang Ran to hear.

"Tsk! This Yang Ran has been practicing for five years and has only reached the third level of soul training in the Houling Realm. What a waste!"

"I heard that he has entered the Eighteen Bronze Man Cave ninety-nine times in the past five years. So far, the longest time he has persisted was on the 15th of this month, and he only lasted for half an hour! Wow haha... This is simply amazing.

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"That's not all! I also heard that he is the first person in the history of Biyun Sect to be a registered disciple for five years. He is really a waste among wastes!"

In order to curry favor with Zhou Ming, an inner disciple, a group of young men in white clothes kept flattering him and deliberately followed his wishes, using all their vicious words to ridicule and ridicule Yang Ran.

Yang Ran turned a deaf ear to everyone's contempt, ridicule and ridicule.

In the past, Yang Ran was ridiculed at first, felt humiliated, and fought back angrily. However, when he fought back, he was beaten to the bone due to lack of strength, which brought greater humiliation. From then on, when he was bullied, he would only remain silent, until he became numb.

, only strong humiliation and unwillingness remain.

But, he is now! He is no longer the Yang Ran he was before! His expression is calm and calm, but his eyes are full of the madness and bloodthirsty of a wild wolf!

"That's enough!" Hua Shixian's pretty face was slightly cold, her green shirt was flying, and the powerful aura of the Xingling Mirror was overwhelming the entire martial arts arena. Her voice was clear and crisp, like an oriole emerging from the valley and singing in the green. It was pleasant to the ear, but her tone was full of indignation.

For a moment, everyone was as silent as a ray of light on their backs.

Hua Shixian spoke softly, looked at Yang Ran closely with her autumn eyes, and said softly: "Are you okay?"

"fine!"

Waving to Hua Shixian calmly, Yang Ran turned around and left quietly.

He will not be so narcissistic as to think that people saving him are just because they have a good impression of him!

That's impossible, because in this world where the strong are respected, the gap in strength between him and her is too far, there is a world of difference!
Chapter completed!