"Is it really Ye Feng from Tianyuan County? What a coincidence, but...don't you only have one martial vein? How...how is it possible...that you are half-empty?" The tall and beautiful woman covered her Yin Tao with her white palms. The look of surprise in his small mouth and eyes was even more severe. Situ Hearing these words, Ye Feng finally slapped his forehead as if he had a sudden realization, and said, "Are you Fairy Zhen from Qingyu Mountain?" "Yes, it's Zhen Wan!" The tall and beautiful woman nodded. The two looked at each other and smiled. It turns out that this person is actually Zhen Wan, an elite disciple of the third-grade sect Qingyu Mountain. When Ye Feng participated in the Feiyun Sect's assessment, he was far ahead in strength, but was retaliated by Hu Daotong, who pretended to be a publicist for personal gain, and refused to be hired using the excuse that Ye Feng only had one martial art line. There were so many innate warriors present, but Zhen Wan was the only one who sympathized with Ye Feng and even wanted to take Ye Feng back to Qingyu Mountain, but was rejected by the proud Ye Feng. Zhen Wan extended an olive branch to him, and Ye Feng was naturally grateful. There was always an image of Zhen Wan in his mind, but Zhen Wan was wearing a veil that time, so Ye Feng only felt that she looked familiar, but did not recognize her directly. Zhen Wan also had a very good impression of Ye Feng. I didn't expect to encounter him here today in the secret realm of Tianlong. Looking at the sunny and handsome young man with a smile in front of her, Zhen Wan had a strong look of disbelief on her face.
She knew the details of Ye Feng and knew that Ye Feng only had one martial vein in his body. According to the practice of Yuanwu Continent, a martial vein has no possibility of impacting the innateness in this life, but Zhen Wan never expected that in just two years, Ye Feng entered the innate level, and his cultivation level skyrocketed to half a level. Virtual. This surprised Zhen Wan, and even her face turned pale: "Your cultivation is simply incredible..." "Fairy Zhen, you are also very powerful. You are already a virtual master at such a young age." Ye Feng was also very emotional, smiled and said, "I really want to thank you for what happened back then." "I still looked away. If I had known you had such a strong talent for cultivation, I should have brought you to Qingyu Mountain no matter what, instead of asking you to be a boy holding a sword..." Zhen Wan replied sheepishly. . The disciples of Qingyu Mountain and the boy holding the sword are completely different things. One is from the third-grade sect Qingyu Mountain, and the other is the person next to Zhen Wan. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a servant. Zhen Wan was not optimistic about Ye Feng's cultivation at that time. Tian Tian just cherishes Ye Feng and wants to support him. The tall man was watching the two of them talking and reminiscing, with deep jealousy in his eyes. He walked up to Zhen Wan and asked with a smile: "Junior sister, what's wrong? Is this little warrior an acquaintance of yours?" Zhen Wan nodded and said: "Two years ago, this Ye Feng met me once when he was taking the Feiyun Sect entrance examination. I didn't expect to meet here today." "Feiyun Sect? That first-class sect in Tianyuan County?" The sarcastic expression on the tall man's face became even more intense. He looked at Ye Feng with disdain and said with a smile: "So you are a disciple of Feiyun Sect. , a small first-grade sect, with your level of cultivation, you can be considered the top one, right?" "Senior brother, Ye Feng is not a Feiyun Sect disciple. Ye Feng just participated in the Feiyun Sect's assessment, but was rejected by the assessment elder..." Zhen Wan frowned and replied. When the tall man heard this, he immediately looked at Ye Feng and laughed loudly: "Haha, no, it's really yours. Boy, you actually refused to accept even a first-class sect. It seems that this martial arts talent is really not what you want." of?" Everyone could hear the sarcasm in his tone. And his old-fashioned look made Ye Feng feel very disgusted. If it weren't for Zhen Wan's sake, Ye Feng would have crushed this third-level Void Realm guy to death just because this person had attacked him one after another. Zhen Wan smiled helplessly: "Brother, don't talk nonsense. Ye Feng's martial arts talent is very powerful..." "Very powerful? Are you as powerful as me? I only have nine martial arts veins." The tall man glanced at Ye Feng proudly, but his eyes fell on Tang Chuxue. Tang Chuxue didn't look at him at all, which made the fire in his heart burn even brighter. How could you not show off in front of two super beauties? "Boy, how many martial arts veins do you have? My junior sister said that you are very talented in martial arts. Why don't you tell me about it?"
"Senior brother!" Zhen Wan glared at the tall man angrily and said to Ye Feng and Tang Chuxue: "Don't mind, you two, this is my elite disciple of Qingyu Mountain..." "My surname is Fan Mingjian, senior fellow from the inner sect of Qingyu Mountain. Who is this beauty?" The tall man didn't wait for Zhen Wan to finish the introduction, and stretched out his palm to Tang Chuxue on the side. "A bitch?" Ye Feng was stunned and thought to himself, this guy really lives up to his name, he is extremely bitchy. "This is Tang Chuxue. We both come from the Wu Mansion of the Western Tang Dynasty. It's a pleasure to meet you." Ye Feng said calmly as he grabbed Fan Jian's hand and touched it. "Oh, it turns out that he is a disciple of the Western Tang Dynasty's Wu Palace, Miss Tang. Although the disciples of the Wu Palace are strong, it is still a bit reluctant to mix in the secret realm after entering the void. Why not follow me and my junior sister? Don't worry, follow me. We are a family, and your luck is absolutely indispensable." Fan Jian glanced at Ye Feng unhappily and blatantly dug into the corner. The Western Tang Dynasty Wufu and Qingyu Mountain both belonged to the third-grade forces, but Fan Jian, as the top disciple of the inner sect, relied on his strength and had a great sense of superiority in his status. Tang Chuxue didn't even look at him. Zhen Wan also said: "Yes, Ye Feng, it is too dangerous for the two of you to walk inside this secret realm. Why don't you come with us? There is strength in numbers..." Ye Feng looked at Zhen Wan's sincere expression and knew that she meant well. He couldn't bear to refuse and nodded: "In that case, let's go together!" "Who wants to be with you?" Fan Jian rolled his eyes and was about to refuse. "Really? Chuxue, since they don't welcome us, let's leave." "Senior brother..." Zhen Wan also muttered resentfully. A hint of coldness flashed in Fan Jian's eyes. He swallowed his saliva while looking at Tang Chuxue's cold figure, and said unwillingly: "Then... OK, but I have made it clear. There is no such thing as a pie in the sky. Who can do the best?" Whoever has more will get the bigger prize, and whoever doesn’t contribute won’t even get a single luck bead.” "Brother, isn't this bad..." Zhen Wan wanted to say something else, but Fan Jian waved his sleeves righteously, stared at Ye Feng and snorted coldly: "Huh, bringing this oil bottle is just to see your face, junior sister. Does anyone still want to get something for nothing?" ?" Ye Feng smiled magnanimously at Zhen Wan and said, "Fairy Zhen, it doesn't matter. Chu Xue and I will come in and broaden our horizons. It doesn't matter whether we have good luck beads or not..." "cut!" Fan Jian straightened his chest proudly and swept forward with a gust of wind...