Yi Yu believed that he was the fastest person in the entire fourth floor of Yunhai Tower.
He was not good at fighting, and only relied on the inherent speed of the Winged Clan to reach the fourth level. In previous battles, he used his superb body skills to dodge the enemy's attacks. Anyway, he did not need source power to fly into the sky. After the opponent's source power was exhausted, he could defeat the opponent in one fell swoop with his remaining strength.
But he never expected that Wen Yun was following the same path as him, and his level was much higher.
What's even more terrible is that Wen Yun's source power is too strong. Yi Yu's wings were tired of flapping, but she still showed no signs of exhaustion. Instead, she took advantage of the moment when Yi Yu's flying speed slowed down and smashed down with a large-scale magic!
Yi Yu panicked. They were all in the Ascension Stage, so why did this sister have such abundant source energy? Even someone in their Wing Clan had withstood ninety heavenly thunders, but it wasn't that exaggerated. How many heavenly thunders did she get hit by
"etc!"
A thousand miles of ice was thrown down.
"Wait... Ouch!"
Another rain of fire fell from the sky.
"I give up... ah!"
Before Yi Yu could flee from the ring, he saw Wen Yun clasping the giant staff in his hands with both hands and swinging it towards him like a sword, knocking him back when he was about to fly out of the ring!
Yi Yu was knocked unconscious and confused.
It's not like he hasn't seen monks who are good at magic. After all, a large number of monks don't like to do things with their hands and choose to major in magic.
But other people's staffs are used to assist in casting spells, and they all focus on elegant and beautiful movements.
Who the hell has ever seen a swordsman use a staff! Who the hell has ever seen such a strange melee mage!
"How can a beautiful girl like you be so rude?"
"What's wrong with the girl?"
Wen Yun got angry when he heard this, and immediately gave him another education with a stick: "You look down on women, don't you? You didn't crawl out of the egg your mother laid, did you?"
Yi Yu still wanted to escape, but Wen Yun, who had already locked onto his flight trajectory with his spiritual sense, immediately gave an accurate prediction and hit him with another stick.
"I'm not! We, the Winged People, did not come out of eggs!" He clarified the misunderstanding heartbreakingly.
Why do foreigners think that Winged People were born from eggs
They are people with wings, not birds with human bodies!
Wen Yun paused for a moment, coughed nonchalantly to cover up his embarrassment, and glared back angrily: "I'll hit you if you want, no matter if you came out of an egg or not!"
Seeing Wen Yun walking towards him with a giant staff, Yi Yu, who was lying on the ground, suddenly narrowed his eyes.
She actually wanted to kill herself!
"Wait, you actually want to kill me? We have no grudges against each other, and I once loved you, but you are so vicious and want to kill me—"
Yi Yu cried as she spoke, feeling extremely miserable.
"Um?"
Wen Yun raised his head in confusion, looking at the winged man who was beaten badly on the ground, wondering what the hell he was accusing of with tears in his eyes.
She frowned and looked at Yi Yu: "Get up, don't kneel here."
Is she saying that it's no use kneeling down and begging for mercy? !
Yi Yu's wings drooped and her head lowered. She didn't dare to say a word about how beauty is only worthy of the strong. She was afraid that she would be killed if she moved. She stared at Wen Yun's hand nervously, ready to escape from the ring when she wasn't paying attention.
That slender white hand reached out to him...
The time is now!
Yi Yu rolled quickly, and although his movements were clumsy, he finally escaped from the dangerous arena and returned to the safe area outside.
He instantly cheered up, laughed at Wen Yun, and shouted with a sly look in his eyes: "Haha, you want to kill me? I'm afraid there's no way now!"
However, to his surprise, Wen Yun just looked at him in confusion, without any sign of disappointment or anger for his failed attack. He did not retract his outstretched hand, but stretched it directly to where Yi Yu had been kneeling just now...
Then he picked up the few tail feathers that had fallen on the ground during the fight.
One, two...
Ten thousand source crystals, twenty thousand source crystals...
What kind of killing? How can it be more profitable to keep this guy for a long time and then make money from him
Yi Yu looked at Wen Yun picking up feathers on the ground in disbelief, not even willing to spare her a glance. Then she thought back to the only two times he had paid attention to her before, and it seemed that they were also when he gave her his tail feathers...
He felt mixed emotions and asked in disbelief, "Am I not as attractive as these few strands of hair in your eyes?!"
Wen Yun felt that admitting it would be really hurtful, so he nodded in a very subtle way.
The Winged Man's face suddenly turned pale, the previous blow from the stick didn't hurt him as much as this one.
Are humans worse than Mao
After the defeat, Yi Yu retreated to the No. 100 stage in despair.
Fortunately, no new challengers appeared on the fourth floor this month, otherwise, in his current state, he would have been beaten back to the third floor.
As the most outstanding young man of the Wing Clan, Yi Yu was quite famous among his peers, and the news that he had reached the fourth level had already spread among the Wing Clan.
So that night, when he walked to the best restaurant in Yunhai City with a dull look on his face to drink bitter wine, a group of Winged People came up to him.
"Brother Yi Yu, have you moved up in the rankings this month?"
Yi Yu held the wine glass without answering, and asked back: "She ascended to heaven before the age of 100... No, when I met her, I was afraid she was not even 100 years old."
He tried hard to recall for a moment, but couldn't tell how old Wen Yun was. He could only vaguely remember that when he first met her, she looked no more than a hundred years old.
"Ascended within a hundred years?"
The people of the same tribe caught the key words, looked at each other, and wondered: "This is a rare genius in all walks of life, right? If someone appeared, they would have to publicize it. We haven't heard of this in the past few hundred years."
“If we really talk about those who ascended before the age of 100, except for the few who died early, all those who survived are now famous and powerful. If we carefully count, in the past two thousand years... there has only been one Shang Wuyang from the Eastern Xuan Realm, right? The other few geniuses who are as famous as him all seem to have ascended after the age of 100.”
Yi Yu frowned. If she wanted to judge by bone age, she would have to feel it carefully... She thought that Wen Yun was too young, so she made a wrong judgment.
No matter how capable she is, can she be as powerful as those geniuses from the great realms? Moreover, she came from the lower realm where resources are scarce. I think she must be thousands of years old. After cultivating for so long, it is not surprising that she has more powerful source power and richer combat experience.
After comforting himself in this way, Yi Yu's depressed mood since leaving the Unmokai Tower finally improved a little.
However, his fellow tribesmen came over with a smile and asked for a glass of wine, and then said jokingly: "Speaking of which, although we don't know the exact rankings in Yunhai Tower, people who are well-informed have counted and know that Yunhai Tower has not been as peaceful as the previous few hundred years in the past hundred years. There have been several strong fighters who love fighting."
"The upper three levels are beyond our reach, so let's not talk about that."
It is said that there are only a few people on the upper three floors, and those who enter the tower will wear a mask to conceal their identity. If they take off the mask, they are most likely the ruler of a large world.
"Among the sixth-level fairyland challengers, there is a strong man who has passed 32 levels in a year. His specific identity is still unknown, but he has challenged 32 people in a row without losing... This is scary."
"Then there is the second level. It is said that there is a sword cultivator who uses a wooden sword. He has been the number one for more than 60 years. However, he has not yet ascended to the heavenly realm, so he has not been able to reach the third level. Now, the people below vaguely regard him as the number one person after the heavenly realm."
He listed a few more people, and Yi Yu listened with little interest.
until-
"Of course, the most mysterious one is that pretty girl. Someone has seen her brand. It seems her name is... Yun?"
Yi Yu shuddered subconsciously, and recalled the fear of being hit by the giant stick today.
After a long silence, he blurted out: "What's wrong with her?"
"She is now a little famous. I heard that her fighting awareness is frighteningly strong. She can always predict other people's predictions. So far, no one has been able to figure out her fighting style. They are all exhausted of their energy and directly beaten out of the ring by her. But I heard that she is an extremely gentle female cultivator and has never been ruthless."
It turns out she is so famous.
Or is it famous for being gentle
Amid the astonished gazes of his fellow tribesmen, Yi Yu placed the wine glass heavily on the table with an expressionless face, pushed away the chair, and limped out.
Behind them, other Winged Tribe members were muttering to themselves—
"Why is Yi Yu lame?"
"Maybe he met a tough opponent? But Yi Yu was injured so badly despite his speed. Tsk, the person who did it must be very cruel."
In addition to Yi Yu, the others who suffered a terrible blow in Yunhai Tower included Zhu Erchong and Shen Xinghai, who were very interested in meeting the cultivators from the upper realm.
Although the two men did not lose their lives, they were severely beaten and were finally carried back by Charmander.
Wen Yun turned his head and looked at them lying flat on their backs, then smiled and said to Ye Shubai, "It's just as you wished. They have been through a lot."
Ye Shubai cast a glance silently, then looked away as if nothing had happened, and answered seriously: "Not enough."
Zhu Erchong, who had been pretending to be dead, trembled his fingers, rolled over and questioned: "No way? This is not enough?!"
He pointed at his arms that were twisted into strange shapes, and said with tears in his eyes: "Master Ye, my hands are broken, do you want me to break my feet too?"
In fact, this hand was twisted by Zhu Erchong himself. It was his unique skill. He had used this trick of inflicting pain on his own master, and it worked every time.
But it is obvious that the Grandmaster is much more cruel than the Master.
Ye Shubai walked up to him slowly, without showing any instructions, and just put two fingers together and lightly touched Zhu Erchong's arm...
"ah!"
Zhu Erchong let out a shrill pig cry, and the injured hand subconsciously shrank back, and the originally twisted bones instantly returned to normal.
Wen Yun's eyes lit up, and he looked at Ye Shubai in amazement: "You can actually press acupoints and correct bones? How come I didn't know you had this trick?"
Ye Shubai pursed his lips, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.
He said calmly: "I just tapped him casually."
"random?"
"Yes, but the blow was quite heavy. He was in so much pain that he didn't have the energy to pretend anymore."
"… "
Master Su Yuan has been obsessed with building a town outside the Qingliu Sword Sect's mountain gate recently. He said he wanted to recruit disciples here, attract investment and businesses, and build a second city in Yunhai...
He had no time to discipline these two grandsons, so the task of taking care of them naturally fell on the shoulders of their master Ye Shubai.
Ye Shubai is different from the lazy Su Yuan Zhenren. He is always upright and strict in the way of cultivation. Even Wen Yun cannot shirk his responsibilities under him.
Not to mention Zhu Erchong and Shen Xinghai.
"Wait for me at the First Peak before sunrise tomorrow morning."
Zhu Erchong never expected that when he was in the cultivation world, he was beaten by his master every day, and after escaping to the Yunhai world, he would still be beaten by his grandmaster every day.
Zhu Erchong, who usually slept the best, actually suffered from insomnia when he thought about reliving the feeling of being beaten by Ye Shubai with his sword. With a heavy heart, he walked towards the first peak with heavy steps, ready to complain to his only companion.
But he never expected that Shen Xinghai didn't need him to complain at all.
Because there's water all over here!
"Junior Brother Shen, why is there such a thick layer of clouds in your yard? Damn, the rain is too heavy, your roof has collapsed!"
Shen Xinghai was already soaked through at this moment, but he just glanced at Zhu Erchong quietly and did not intend to move.
"Brother Zhu, to be honest, this rain cloud has been following me since I returned to the island."
As he spoke, he held out an umbrella. Then Zhu Erchong saw the clouds intelligently crawling under the umbrella. They actually covered Shen Xinghai's head and started raining!
Zhu Erchong was stunned.
What made him even more dumbfounded was Shen Xinghai's next words -
"I think this is my great opportunity!" Shen Xinghai looked at the clouds with a determined gaze, and unexpectedly revealed a hearty smile: "As the saying goes, you can't see the rainbow without going through the storm. I must have run into a test set by some powerful person in the Cloud Sea Realm. After I go through these storms, I will definitely gain something!"
After saying these bold words, Shen Xinghai began to practice swordsmanship in the heavy rain with great interest.
Zhu Erchong: “…”
There must be something wrong with his fellow students.
Ye Shubai would not understand Zhu Erchong's sadness, nor would he understand Shen Xinghai's grievance of being caught in the rain...
Never mind. He doesn't feel wronged. Instead, he is very happy.
The moment the golden sunlight penetrated through the silk-like clouds, Ye Shubai came gracefully with a sword in hand, standing on the top of the peak and instructing the two people in their practice.
"I have already taught you the source power technique last night. Now you cannot use your spiritual power to control the sword. Try to use your source power to control it."
"What? You still haven't understood after a whole night? Just try a few more times. This place is not high, you won't die if you fall."
Although he is not very old, he has the most say in the way of sword cultivation. Under his calm and precise guidance, Zhu Erchong and Shen Xinghai have become much more presentable.
Wen Yun, who had nothing to do, quietly landed beside him and praised with a smile: "As expected of someone who has taught three good apprentices, you are very skilled in teaching people."
Ye Shubai turned his head slightly to look at her and corrected her seriously: "It's four."
Seeing Wen Yun's deflated face, the corners of his lips slightly raised, but soon, the arc was suppressed.
The wind on the top of the mountain seemed to be stronger, and Ye Shubai's white clothes fluttered in the wind.
The expression on his face became more and more serious.
Wen Yun noticed something was wrong: "What's wrong?"
"There is a very strange yet familiar breath approaching."
Ye Shubai looked up at the sky above the sea of clouds. The morning light was just right there and the sky was blue. Everything seemed normal, and yet everything seemed unusual.
Wen Yun was stunned, but before he could ask any more questions, the jade communication slip on his waist suddenly lit up.
Su Yuan Zhenren's voice came out from the other end in a hurry: "Ms. Yun, Mr. Ye! I just heard in Yunhai City that Dongxuan Realm sent people to Yunhai Realm! They are here to challenge Yunhai Tower on the surface, but in fact, I'm afraid they are here to investigate the cause of death of those people. I'm hiding in the city now and dare not show up again. I will come back when the storm has died down. Don't worry about me!"
There was another murmur of whispers from the other end, and after a moment, the incredible voice of Su Yuan Zhenren came from the other end -
"What the hell? How could it be Shang Wuyang?!"