Ye Xiangyang was excited, as he had gained a lot from this training.
In terms of realm, he broke through to the first star of Xuan Jiang, and could allow the Xuan force to penetrate his body over a distance of ten feet; in terms of skills, the two magic skills entered the second level; all martial arts were advanced and sorted out; in terms of strength, he could completely fight against the power of the ninth star of Xuan Jiang; in terms of mental strength, he broke through the realm again and entered the peak stage of attachment.
I am confident that I will win this battle.
Ye Xiangyang's mind moved, and the cleansing talisman glowed. He practiced various treasures and techniques for a month to squeeze out the impurities in his body that were stuck to his body. These all needed to be cleaned.
After washing, Ye Xiangyang felt refreshed, and then he walked on the waves towards the shore.
The side of the ring is already full of inner court disciples. Ye Xiangyang's outstanding performance last time shocked everyone. Whether Ye Xiangyang will create another legend or fall in disgrace this time depends on the outcome of today's life-and-death duel.
Many people who did not watch the game that day, after hearing about Ye Xiangyang's incredible talent, were skeptical. They also wanted to see if Ye Xiangyang could really surprise them as the legend said.
"Brother, what do you think of today's game?" A young man who looked to be in his twenties asked with a smile to a young man who was nearly thirty years old.
"What do you think? I think Ye Xiangyang is in danger. What is Dan Quan's cultivation level? He is a 9th-star Xuan General, and what is Ye Xiangyang's cultivation level is a 9th-star Xuan Master. It is unlikely to make up for such a big gap."
"It's not impossible. You have to know that Ye Xiangyang's mental strength is extraordinary. With a two-pronged approach, he can definitely fight Shan Quan."
Someone curled his lips and looked down on him: "You are a frog in a well, you really are a frog in a well. Dan Quan borrowed the amulet from the Holy Son, which can protect his mind from the pressure of mental power. Ye Xiangyang's trump card is useless."
This is bombshell news. Everyone's heart sank when they heard this. Without the suppression of mental power, Ye Xiangyang's chance of winning was less than 10%.
No matter how evil a person is, he can hit you from a distance of five, six, seven or eight feet, but you cannot hit him back, so your attack will be ineffective.
"You don't know yet, Dan Quan also borrowed the golden chain mail, a low-grade Xuan-level treasure, to protect his whole body; he also borrowed the Autumn Wind Sweeping Leaves Sword, a mid-grade Xuan-level treasure."
Hearing this, everyone's heart sank again. They used the amulet to protect their minds, the golden chain mail to protect their bodies, and the Autumn Wind Sweeping Leaf Sword to kill their opponents. Facing a new disciple like Ye Xiangyang, Shan Quan was so unscrupulous.
It seems that Ye Xiangyang is in great danger today.
With their feet on the void and their long sleeves fluttering, sixteen inner courtyard elders appeared on the stage. They were the hosts of the stage.
Dean Lu Ren's family sat in the middle, his face gloomy.
To be honest, Dean Lu was very dissatisfied with this life-and-death battle. Dan Quan, you are an old disciple who has practiced in Danding Divine Sect for more than ten years. Although you are not at the peak of Xuanjiang Jiuxing, you are not far behind. You are fighting with a young boy who has just entered the sect for less than half a year. It feels unkind no matter how you look at it.
Let's have a duel, but you actually went to the Son of Heaven to borrow a divine amulet, a set of golden chain mail, and an Autumn Wind Sweeping Leaves sword. What are you doing making such a fuss
Besides, your Huanghua Society has been promoting and hyping up things in the inner courtyard, saying that Ye Xiangyang can't last more than ten rounds under the president's hands, and that the president can capture him easily. Isn't this confusing right and wrong and confusing the public
This kid Ye Xiangyang cannot die. If Ye Xiangyang dies, no one will be able to refine the Qianlong Shengtian Pill anymore, and the Danding Shenzong's top-level pill will be lost.
Ye Xiangyang has been in the sect for less than half a year and has made great contributions to the sect. If it weren't for him, it would be a mystery who would win the first place in the Twelve Sect Competition. If it weren't for him, how could fifteen hundred people improve their second-grade talents so quickly, and how could more than six hundred people advance in such a short time.
This kid has really increased the strength of the sect.
He told the elders that if Ye Xiangyang was defeated, he should be rescued from the ring.
Such a rare genius that is rarely seen in a million years must not be lost.
A few more people fell from the sky. They were all wearing Bagua Immortal Robes. What did the Bagua Immortal Robes mean? It meant that these people were all Holy Sons.
With Xiang Yixiu there were two beautiful women, with Lu Junhao there were two heroic men, a total of six people including the Holy Son and the Holy Daughter, who sat down in front of the ring.
After them sat more than twenty core disciples.
Lu Junhao smiled faintly: "Ye Xiangyang is really worrying. Junior Sister Xiang Yixue, you are protecting him but it is also a lot of effort to follow him to find the gods. It is difficult to protect him."
Another Holy Son continued, "Yes, today must be the day this kid dies."
Xiang Yixue smiled coldly, she knew that it was these three who lent Shan Quan the talisman, the golden chain mail, and the Autumn Wind Sweeping Leaves Sword, but she was not worried at all. They went to Xuanwu County together to look for medicine, and the monster Xuanzong six-star cultivation was killed by Ye Xiangyang, and she got everything from the monster.
Although Shan Quan obtained the treasures of the three of them, he was probably still a little short of the skills to defeat Ye Xiangyang.
"Brother, do you dare to make a bet with me?"
Lu Junhao was quite surprised. He didn't expect that Xiang Yixue, who had always been elegant and cold-faced, would actually say this. He smiled faintly and said, "Junior sister, tell me how to play this bet."
"If I lose, that is, if Shan Quan wins, I will give the sect the Wanling Flame Bead that was awarded to me," Xiang Yixue said as she took out a bead that was glowing with spiritual energy and surrounded by flames and placed it on the table beside her. "If you lose, how about you give me the Muqiu Blood Spirit Wood Yuan Bead?"
The two people beside Xiang Yixue looked at her in shock. One of the long-faced sisters shouted, "Junior sister, you are stupid. You must have eaten the wrong thing. This Wanling Flame Pearl is the foundation of your cultivation and the greatest reward from the sect. How could you throw it away for nothing?"
Another senior sister was looking worried for Xiang Yixue from a distance: "Junior sister, why are you so reckless? Even if you want to protect Ye Xiangyang, you wouldn't do that. Do you think you like him?"
"Take back what you just said."
"Senior sister, what are you talking about?" Xiang Yixue's cheeks were a little rosy, "I won't lose."
When Lu Junhao saw the red spots on Xiang Yixue's cheeks, he suddenly realized that Xiang Yixue really liked this boy. He suddenly felt very sad. What was so good about Ye Xiangyang? He was a kid from a small family in a remote town in the Jiuzhou Empire. Although he had some talent, this talent was almost negligible.
He was the grandson of the Lu Ren family, the head of the inner court, the holy son of the Dan Ding Divine Sect, and a true genius in the sect. If nothing unexpected happened, he would definitely be able to reach the Xuan Wang realm.
Ever since Xiang Yixiu entered the sect, she had devoted herself to him. Who would have thought that he would actually develop a liking for Ye Xiangyang, a country bumpkin from a remote place.
This is the greatest insult to oneself, this is the greatest shame to oneself, and one cannot help but feel angry and ashamed, but these people are better at controlling their mood.
He took out his Muqiu Blood Spirit Wood Yuanzhu and placed it on the table, smiling elegantly: "Okay, since Junior Sister is willing to take a gamble, Senior Brother, I will accompany you once."
The other two brothers laughed and congratulated him, saying, "Brother, it looks like you will definitely win today."
Lu Junhao smiled slightly: "I'm just playing with my junior sister, don't take it seriously."
Xiang Yixue said coldly: "Brother, admit defeat and don't cheat after you lose."
Xiang Yixiu's two senior sisters sighed. They knew it was over. Xiang Yixiu's All-Spirit Flame Abacus was finished.
Ye Xiangyang couldn't use his mental power, so what other attacks could he use to break the mid-level Xuan-level treasure? Not to mention the magical weapon like the Autumn Wind Sweeping Leaf Sword.
How could this smart girl be so confused? She is usually very obedient, but today she refused to listen to advice. It is really surprising.
Shan Quan appeared. He was in the front, wearing a clean white inner garment. He had a handsome face and extraordinary bearing. He walked in front of the team with the gait of a dragon and a tiger, and was very imposing.
Behind him were forty members of the Huanghua Society, who walked while shouting, "President, if you take action, you will definitely win."
Dan Quan had a faint smile on his face, and he was confident of victory.
A month ago, Ye Xiangyang crushed five members of their Huanghua Society, leaving one dead, three seriously injured, and one defeated, causing the Huanghua Society's reputation to plummet.
Today, they want to rely on this battle to crush Ye Xiangyang, thereby re-establishing the reputation of the Huanghua Society and allowing the Huanghua Society to stand tall in the inner courtyard again.
Some people curled their lips. They looked down on Shan Quan. You are a Nine-Star Xuan General, facing a Nine-Star Xuan Master, and you are still making such a big fuss. If you can't crush him, you will be a failure.
Ruan Wei and the twenty-nine people in the workshop sat in their seats, watching the Huanghua Society disciples, each of them full of vigor and vigor, with a sense of victory; watching Shan Quan with a beaming face and a heroic spirit in his heart, each of them was nervous:
"Oh my, can Junior Brother Ye Xiangyang win?"
"Who knows? It's been a month and I haven't seen any trace of him."
"It's really too late. We can just admit defeat. As long as we have the green mountains, we will have firewood to burn."
At this moment, a young man in a white Taoist robe, with a straight figure, an extremely handsome face, and skin so delicate that girls would be jealous, appeared in front of everyone.
This man did not have any wild attitude. On the contrary, every step he took seemed extremely steady, as if every step was in tune with the rhythm of the earth; every step he took was extremely smooth, as if it was flowing water waves, naturally.
His steps were light and energetic, and there was no expression of emotion on his face, just like a pale-faced scholar traveling around the mountains and sights.
"Hehehe, regardless of winning or losing, this kid looks good, and every step he takes is steady."
"Hehehe, he's going to die today, so let him put on a show."
Shan Quan stood on the stage and smiled triumphantly: "Ye Xiangyang, you are finally here. I thought you were hiding in some corner and didn't dare to come."
Ye Xiangyang said as he walked: "Are there any opponents that I dare not reach out to? There must be, such as the First Holy Son, such as Senior Sister Xiang Yixue, such as the masters of the Three Saints Palace and the Six Sects, I dare not reach out to them."
"As for you, you are a thing."