The clouds and mist are beginning to open, the morning sun is warm and blowing, and the purple glow is thousands and beautiful.

The martial arts arena made of bluestone stands covers an area of hundreds of acres, which comes from the precipitation of a hundred years, and has a majestic and atmospheric atmosphere.

"Hum ha......" The young man's clear voice continued to ripple in the air, making people can't help but boil their blood.

In this vast martial arts arena, tens of thousands of young people in Tsing Yi are practicing martial arts, tempering their bodies, and their figures are turning, as if there are thousands of horses galloping, and the momentum is terrifying;

From time to time, there are young men in Tsing Yi who cross their knees and exhale aura, and there seems to be some kind of mysterious aura between heaven and earth, strengthening their muscles and bones, enhancing their qi and blood strength, and making their bodies make thunderous sounds from time to time.

In the center of the martial arts arena, the white jade platform with a height of three zhang and a width of 100 meters stands majestically, and on this white jade platform, more than a dozen young men in white sit cross-legged, each young man in white is surging with blood and blood, like a tiger and a leopard, and the aura of heaven and earth is turned into the true qi of the whole body.

This purple-clothed young man has a handsome face like a demon, his lips are thin, and he is gently hooked, giving people a sense of domineering, but his qi and blood are rolling like wolf smoke, and his true power is surging like a surging river.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, as if a sharp blade slashed through the void, a momentum overwhelmed the audience, all the young men in green and white felt as if they were being targeted by a flood beast, their whole bodies were cold, and they all looked at the purple-clothed young man on the white jade platform with a look of awe, but the purple-clothed young man ignored the eyes of all the teenagers, and just looked at the east side of the martial arts arena with loving eyes.

There, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in a green shirt is full of manxing, the girl's skin is like snow, her eyes are bright, her appearance is as beautiful as a fairy, her posture is slender, her temperament is empty and quiet, although she is a little immature between her gestures, but her whole body exudes the charm of the country and the city.

"Flower ...... Flower poetry, no ...... Flower...... Senior sister!" A young man in Tsing Yi spit out these words intermittently, with a demented face and a little admiration.

"Senior Sister Hua is so beautiful!"

"It's not just beautiful, it's so beautiful! I wish she could look at me. ”

It is said that Senior Sister Hua began to cultivate at the age of eight, derived true qi in her body at the age of ten, channeled her body at the age of thirteen, and broke through the Ancestral Spirit Realm at the age of fourteen, becoming an inner disciple, breaking the record of the fastest breakthrough in the Ancestral Spirit Realm of the Biyun Sect in one fell swoop, and now she is one of the top ten strongest disciples of the Inner Sect, and her cultivation is unfathomable. ”

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The purple-clothed young man on the white jade platform jumped forward, as agile as a tiger and leopard, and crossed a distance of hundreds of zhang in the blink of an eye, and fell in front of the green-shirted girl in a chic manner, saluting with both hands in fists, and smiling slightly on his handsome face, and said: "Inner disciple Zhou Ming, I have seen Senior Sister Hua." ”

Hua Shixian's eyes like autumn water, like waves and mirrors, said lightly: "Senior Brother Zhou doesn't have to be polite. ”

Zhou Ming didn't care about Hua Shixian's indifferent tone, he just looked at the dozen or so white-clothed disciples on the white jade platform with sharp eyes, and snorted coldly: "You guys haven't come down and seen Senior Sister Hua soon." ”

More than a dozen young men in white, moving like cunning rabbits and with agile figures, each respectfully hugged their fists: "I've seen Senior Sister Hua." ”

Boom!

Hua Shixian was about to return the gift, but suddenly heard a loud noise.

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

There was an eerie silence for a while.

Suddenly, the green-shirted girl Ling Ran jumped up, her body was as light as a swallow, and she was as treacherous as a butterfly, catching the embarrassed figure in the complicated eyes of everyone's surprise, envy, jealousy, etc.

It fell like a fairy in the nine heavens, drifting out of the dust, and falling down like a waterfall with black hair and shawl, so beautiful that it did not eat the fireworks of the world, so that all the boys' amazing expressions were frozen on their faces.

Yang Ran stared blankly, unaware of the envy, jealousy and hatred of others, and then raised his head, and a flawless, delicate and jade-like face came into view.

The most eye-catching thing is a pair of clear and bright, tender eyes like water, which makes people can't help but indulge in it, with a noble temperament, elegant and chrysanthemum, Yang Ran can't help but be a little crazy.

Hua Shixian waved her hand and lifted Yang Ran up with a soft force, and her autumn eyes were also looking up and down at the young man in front of her.

Dressed in green clothes like willows, her body is thin, her face is delicate, her qualifications are mediocre, her brilliance is restrained, and there is nothing surprising about it, but her black eyes are as clear as water, and she sees a kind of persistent madness and sharp edge from the depths of this young man's eyes!

At this moment, the two eyes collided, and at this moment, it seemed to be eternal.

Suddenly, Hua Shixian's autumn eyes bent into a crescent moon, and she smiled, a smile fell into the city, a smile fell into the country, and a smile touched the young man's heart.

This smile attracted the hot eyes of all the teenagers, and their expressions were all demented.

The only sound of "dong dong" heartbeat and the sound of "coo dong, coo dong" frantically swallowing saliva remained in the silent arena.

Zhou Ming, who was filled with jealousy, had red eyes, as if he wanted to eat people, this waste who was not even a disciple of the outer sect actually made the goddess in his mind smile, and his handsome face was as distorted as a demon.

A young man dressed in white and dressed elegantly beside Zhou Ming said in a low voice: "Senior Brother Zhou, why don't I go ......" said with his hand on his neck.

"It's eventful!Why should a waste of post-spiritual realm triple forging cultivation care!" Zhou Ming's tone was disdainful, and he deliberately spoke out for Yang Ran to hear.

"Tsk, this Yang Ran has been cultivating for five years, and he has only cultivated to the third level of the Rear Spirit Realm, what a waste!"

"I heard that he has broken into the Eighteen Bronze Caves ninety-nine times in a row in the past five years, and so far, the longest time he has insisted on is the fifteenth of this month, and he has only lasted for half an hour......! It's amazing!"

"Not to mention that! I also heard that he is the first person in the history of the Biyun Sect to be a registered disciple for five years, what a waste of waste!"

In order to stammer and curry favor with Zhou Ming, an inner disciple, a group of white-clothed young men kept patting his ass, deliberately following his thoughts, and doing everything they could to slander 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, but the counterattack was broken due to lack of strength, which brought greater humiliation.

However, he is no longer the Yang Ran of the past! His expression is indifferent and calm, but his eyes are full of the madness and bloodlust of a wild wolf!

"Enough!" Hua Shixian's face was slightly cold, her green shirt was flying, and the powerful momentum of the Xianling Mirror pressed the entire martial arts arena, her voice was crisp, like a yellow bird coming out of Gu Mingcui, pleasant to the ear, but her tone was full of indignation.

Everyone was silent for a while.

Hua Shixian's tone was soft, her autumn eyes looked at Yang Ran tightly, and she said softly, "Are you okay?"

"It's fine!"

Indifferently waved his hand at Hua Shixian, and Yang Ran quietly turned around and left.

He won't be narcissistic and think that if someone saves him, he just has a good impression of him!

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

However, there will come a time when the gap between them will no longer be far away, and he believes...... That day is not far off!