Chapter 334: Afternoon

After the storm passed, Yuhuatian was achieved, but Nanshan was defeated.

For the losers, they all had to leave the stage sadly, and everyone's eyes would not pay attention to a loser, they would only sigh a few times, and then fix their eyes on the brilliant winner.

Ye Wushuang withdrew his gaze, turned his head and glanced at Nanshan in the distance, and saw that those eyes were full of humiliation, unwillingness, and a trace of depression.

Ye Wushuang could imagine that this kind of humiliation was a great blow to the arrogant genius.

Of course, he didn't sympathize with anyone!

After Ninefold Pass, ten thousand teams came here, but only a few dozen teams, and those ten thousand teams are just wedding dresses, as a foil.

Those who stand here are the real elites!

"Xiao Shuang, it's Qiu Mo and the others."

Suddenly, Ye Rou's voice rang in Ye Wushuang's ears, and his gaze followed the direction Ye Rou pointed.

A few walls away, the figures of Yun Xiao, Jian Bufan, Qiu Mo and others came into view.

Maybe the other party also sensed it, and they turned their heads at the same time, looked over, and smiled instantly on their faces.

After nodding their heads, a group of people walked over.

"I thought we were the first to arrive, but it looks like you guys are going to be one step ahead." Yun Xiao came to Ye Wushuang's side and smiled faintly, somewhat surprised.

"No matter who thinks, it's the same. In the end, we all have to step into the arena."

Ye Wushuang also responded with a smile. He had a very good impression of Yun Xiao. He had helped him, and he kept this favor in his heart.

"Little Shuang!"

Qiu Mo stepped forward, smiled slightly, and was about to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, but hugged Ye Wushuang in a bear hug.

Ye Wushuang also embraced with her chest open.

"You broke through again!"

Qiu Mo let go, looked at Ye Wushuang, and felt depressed for a while, "Battle power, I can't compare with you, a monster. I originally wanted to compare my cultivation base with you, but I didn't expect that my cultivation base also surpassed mine. It's too shocking, it seems that I should stay away from you."

"Clack!"

Hearing Qiu Mo's words, Yang Qing'er covered her mouth and laughed, and the others also laughed.

Ye Wushuang shook his head. Now that Qiu Mo has broken through the first level of Lingquan, he has obviously made a huge breakthrough.

Jian Bufan stepped forward, held Feixuejian in his arms, and looked at Ye Wushuang with a smile, "It seems that I will have a decisive battle with you as soon as possible, otherwise, I'm afraid that next time, I will have no chance!"

Jian Bufan said frankly that he was not at all conceited. His current strength is also the pinnacle of Lingquan Quadruple.

Ye Wushuang smiled and said, "The next battle is just right, isn't it?"

"Right."

Jian Bufan laughed.

While several people were laughing, a group of men in black also appeared.

This group of people covered their faces, and many people have seen it. All the way to the Nine Passes, they not only robbed points, but also took treasures.

Especially the black-clothed man in front of him covered in chaotic saber intent. He was extremely terrifying. He was clearly the peak of the fourth level of Lingquan, but he gave people a feeling that he was even more terrifying than the fifth or sixth level of Lingquan.

That pair of blood eyes gave people the horror of bloody killing.

"If there are them, they don't even dare to show their faces. I don't know which power they belong to?"

"I heard that it is a force called Lingxiao Pavilion. I have never heard of it. I'm afraid it's just a rat. There's nothing to worry about."

When a group of people saw it, they immediately started discussing it, very disdainful.

Ye Wushuang turned his head to look, his smile restrained, he motioned to everyone, and walked towards the group of men in black.

One white, one black, it is very obvious.

Many people stared at the past, even Di Qingxue, Yun Xiao, Qiu Mo and others looked over curiously.

Only Jian Bufan knew who this group of people was and what kind of power Ling Xiao Pavilion was. Ye Wushuang had just established a power with only a hundred people.

but.

Perhaps it was said that everyone would not believe it, but it was this newly established force that stepped on the bodies of groups of powerful geniuses and entered the Nine Levels Pass.

If those people know, I'm afraid they will blush.

Ye Wushuang also came in front of Feng Jue.

Seeing this, several people bowed respectfully and stared at Ye Wushuang.

"I know, wearing a veil, you are not reconciled, being called a rat, makes you feel shame, not only you, but also I feel shame."

Ye Wushuang looked at the crowd calmly, and said: "However, I promise you, when the day you lift the veil, when they are prostrate and trembling at your feet, they will look up at you tremblingly."

Ye Wushuang's words were very plain, but there was a trace of determination.

Before, he asked Feng Jue to lead a group of people to the Nine Levels of Passage for the purpose of tempering them. He never thought that these ten people would pass through the first Eight Levels of Passage and stand in front of him without any damage.

For this point, Ye Wushuang believed in his heart that this group of people would do what he expected, and he would do his best to help them.

"Open the veil, the day of surrender!"

The crowd murmured a word, instead of yelling impassionedly, but with a wave of determination, they might have had enough of living under the veil.

"It's him, Ye Wushuang!"

On the other side, a young man with an ancient sword on his back saw Ye Wushuang's figure, his eyes narrowed and he sneered.

This young man, named Gong Jian, is the strongest disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the pinnacle of the fourth level of Lingquan, and his strength is almost the same as that of Ao Wuchang.

"Second level of spiritual spring!"

He murmured softly, and the man stepped forward.

Seeing this, Ao Wuchang reminded lightly, "Gong Jian, I advise you to better not go, otherwise, you will look ugly."

bass!

Gong Jian's footsteps stopped suddenly, and he turned his head suddenly, staring at Ao Wuchang, "You are persuading me not to go, can he still kill me?"

"I'm just advising you, whether you listen or not is up to you." Ao Wuchang replied, he was always a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, even if he was controlled by Ye Wushuang, he could not change the honor and disgrace of the sect.

Seeing Gong Jian going up to die, he chose to remind him.

However, how could Gong Jian accept it, instead he sneered: "Ao Wuchang, you are no longer worthy of being the strongest disciple, a waste, you are afraid of being like this, it shows that you are really worse than a waste."

With a mocking sentence, Gong Jian turned his head and walked towards Ye Wushuang, no one could stop his footsteps.

Seemingly feeling something, Ye Wushuang turned his head to look.

"White clothes kill the god, Ye Wushuang!"

Gong Jian walked up, looked up and down, his eyes raised lightly, and he said "Zi Zan", "Lingquan Erzhong, I don't know who is blind, and actually gave you a nickname, Baiyi Killing God, I think it's a waste in white clothes."

Hearing this, Feng Jue's eyes sharpened, and the fierceness in his blood pupils was extremely terrifying.

Ye Wushuang turned his head, motioned to Feng Jue, and stepped forward, "You speak like this, you just want to provoke me, I want to know, your purpose?"

"Hey, not bad."

Seeing Ye Wushuang's words revealing the mystery, Gong Jian pretended to give a light snort, then smiled and said: "There is no purpose, I just want to fight with you, but it is a duel of life and death, and I will never die."

"Is it afternoon!"

Ye Wushuang narrowed his eyes.