For other people, Ye Xiwen's approach could simply be described as audacious to the extreme, openly challenging a truth disciple, was he tired of living?
The difference in value between an inner disciple and a truth disciple was too big, even if Luo Yifan killed Ye Xiwen in a fit of anger, the sect would not necessarily give Luo Yifan much trouble.
But for Ye Xiwen, Luo Yifan's killing intention was already on the verge of bursting out, both sides had almost shed all pretense of cordiality, so there was simply no meaning in maintaining a superficial harmony, instead, it would appear that he was afraid of Luo Yifan. Sooner or later, a conflict would break out between both sides, and Luo Yifan was thinking about how to get rid of Ye Xiwen.
And in the mind of Ye Xiwen, thousands of schemes were circulating, he wanted to kill Luo Yifan, both sides only had one way out, and that was either you die or I live!
But for the other disciples, they didn't know about the various things, they didn't know the reason behind it, they just felt that Luo Yifan was very strange, why did he suddenly increase the strength of his subordinates, and Ye Xiwen was even more strange, he actually challenged a true disciple in public, was he tired of living?
Of course not, Ye Xiwen naturally had his own plans, because he knew that Lin Zhantian was on the high platform, if Luo Yifan wanted to attack him, then Lin Zhantian would definitely help him, although Luo Yifan was strong, but Lin Zhantian was also not a soft persimmon!
Therefore, this seemingly risky move of Ye Xiwen was, in fact, very safe, and completely calculated.
Therefore, Ye Xiwen used the truth to block Luo Yifan's mouth, making him look like a rude and unreasonable person!
"Audacious, who do you think you are, you actually dare to challenge me!" Luo Yifan's angry shout spread from the high platform. It was followed by a peerless and terrifying aura. It firmly locked on Ye Xiwen. It seemed as if a huge force of the heavens was trying to crush Ye Xiwen.
This was the might of a truth disciple, a truth disciple, to a certain extent, had already returned to the natural state, and understood some of the world's laws, therefore, they were called Daoist. Their coercion, to a certain extent, did not come from their own strength, but rather from the power of the world, how could an ordinary person contend with the power of the world?
Boom! Ye Xiwen only felt a terrifying peerless power being exerted on his body. Just when he was about to stimulate the Zhen Yuan in his body to start a counterattack, suddenly, the Tianyuan mirror inside his body suddenly moved and emitted a faint blood-red light which wrapped around him. Suddenly, Ye Xiwen felt that the original terrifying and peerless coercion had disappeared without a trace.
Ye Xiwen restrained his mind and said with a faint smile: "Brother Luo, you are wrong. I am not trying to challenge you, but I am afraid that you will forget the rules of the school, so I am deliberately reminding you!"
"Well …" Luo Yifan's doubtful voice transmitted from the high platform. He hadn't expected that his coercion wouldn't be able to suppress Ye Xiwen. He still remembered Ye Xiwen's embarrassing appearance under his coercion the last time. How could he completely ignore his coercion so quickly? This kid really has some skills. Luo Yifan was even more determined to kill Ye Xiwen.
"Well, life and death are not investigated in the arena, this matter ends here!" At this time, on the high platform, the only Taishang elder spoke.
The status of Taishang elder was much higher than that of an ordinary elder. Even a true disciple like Luo Yifan had no choice but to obey the Taishang elder, because his status was not as high as the Taishang elder's, so he couldn't beat him. Perhaps, only a top true disciple like Qi Feifan could be comparable to a Taishang elder.
Ye Xiwen knew that this Taishang elder was trying to smooth things over, but he didn't continue to speak. This was the disparity in strength, even if Luo Yifan was simply unreasonable, he couldn't do anything about it.
As long as one's strength was enough, then the situation would be reversed!
"This match, Ye Xiwen wins!"
Ye Xiwen's victory was without any controversy. After all, he dared to challenge a true disciple, so what about the others?!
"Little brother, if you challenge a true disciple like this, I am afraid that he will use all means to deal with you in the future." Ye Feng walked over to Ye Xiwen's side and said in a somewhat worried tone.
"Big brother, don't worry, it's all right, he can't do anything to me. Besides, whether I challenge him or not doesn't make any difference, he has long wanted to kill me, that Zhubing Xun's strength was enhanced by him, so he wanted to kill me in the arena." Ye Xiwen explained.
"Then what should we do!" Ye Feng suddenly became anxious, although he was also a proud and arrogant person, but he also knew what kind of concept a true disciple was, for the inner sect, outer sect and core disciples added up to more than a hundred thousand people in the huge Yi Yuan School, those true disciples were the ultimate goal of their cultivation.
"Don't worry, I am not a weak person, even if he wants to kill me, I won't fight back." Ye Xiwen comforted Ye Feng and said.
Ye Xiwen's words made Ye Feng feel relieved. Although he was still somewhat worried, but he knew that his younger brother had suddenly changed more than a year ago. He had changed from an ordinary aptitude to a far-sighted one. He had calculated many things in advance, and rarely fought a battle that he wasn't sure of. This time, Ye Xiwen had said this, so he certainly had his own plans.
"But no matter what, you have to be extra careful, even if Luo Yifan doesn't get involved, there are still many masters in his Yi Fan Palace, and if they get involved, it will be very dangerous." Ye Feng said.
"Rest assured, I have a sense of propriety." Ye Xiwen said in a low voice, he didn't want to add too much pressure to his big brother.
"Next match, Ye Xiwen, Nangong Wang!"
Finally, it was Ye Xiwen's turn for the last match, and this time, his opponent was the champion of the last tournament, Nangong Wang!
Nangong Wang was dressed in a magnificent robe and had an extremely elegant demeanor, just like an elegant young master. It was said that Nangong Wang also came from the Nangong clan of the Great Yue State, and his strength could be regarded as the top among the inner disciples, even some core disciples were not his match.
"Brother Ye, congratulations on your great progress in cultivation. This foolish brother also knows that it is impossible for me to be your opponent, but I still hope that I can exchange a few moves with Brother Ye." Nangong Wang cupped his hands in obeisance and said. Although he admitted that he was inferior to Ye Xiwen, but he still had an elegant demeanor, which made it difficult for people to have any ill feelings towards him.
Ye Xiwen nodded, smiled and said: "In that case, Brother Nangong, please start!"
It was indeed difficult for people to have any feeling of disgust towards such a person.
Ye Xiwen was not an aggressive person. He would only be aggressive to his enemies. When friends came, he would have good wine. When jackals and wolves came, he would have a shotgun. When the right side of his face was hit, he would have to stretch out his left side to be hit. This was not Ye Xiwen's style.
Nangong Wang suddenly completely released his imposing aura, which was actually not any less than that of Zhubing Xun. No wonder he was unwilling to fight with Ye Xiwen. With such strength, even many warriors of Xiantian sixth stage weren't Nangong Wang's opponent, and he was just missing the last step. Quantitative change could lead to qualitative change, and as long as he took this step, then he would immediately step into the peak of Xiantian sixth stage, and would soon reach the Xiantian seventh stage. He was definitely a very extraordinary character, and no wonder he was ranked first among seed disciples. Such a person, if not for Ye Xiwen, even Zhubing Xun might not be his opponent, after all, Zhubing Xun himself had been forcibly promoted by someone else, which was completely different from Nangong Wang who had a deep foundation.
"Brother Ye, be careful!" Nangong Wang came forward to warn Ye Xiwen, and then a khaki long sword instantly swept out, and in the blink of an eye, the entire field was surrounded by smoke and dust, as if they had entered a desert filled with sandstorms.
This khaki long sword, with the help of the sandstorms as a cover, instantly cut through the air, and after leaving a khaki mark in the sky, it instantly went straight towards Ye Xiwen to stab him.
Ye Xiwen was already prepared, his body had already bulged with vigorous Zhen Yuan, and all the sandstorms were blocked outside, and he also concentrated the Zhen Yuan in his eyes, which suddenly greatly improved his eyesight. Even the sandstorms couldn't obstruct his eyesight.
Ye Xiwen didn't dodge, just grabbed with his palm, which turned into a dragon claw and went straight towards the incoming long sword. He wanted to defeat Nangong Wang in the simplest way, and force him to give up.
"Boom!" Nangong Wang's long sword fiercely chopped at Ye Xiwen's palm, and after a violent collision, the air exploded, and the pseudo spirit tool long sword was caught by Ye Xiwen, and simply couldn't move. Ye Xiwen's body had been tempered by tyrant body technique, and had reached a shocking level, and coupled with the Zhen Yuan wrapping around his body, even the pseudo spirit tool long sword couldn't damage him in the slightest.
"Ha!" Nangong Wang shouted in a low voice, and suddenly, the whole long sword issued a buzzing sound, and the surrounding sandstorms instantly gathered, condensed into a sandstorm long sword, and stabbed towards Ye Xiwen.
"Disperse!" Ye Xiwen shouted loudly, and the Zhen Yuan instantly spread out layer by layer, just like the waves of the sea, and the sandstorm long sword instantly disintegrated in the waves of Ye Xiwen's Zhen Yuan, and reverted back to the ordinary sandstorm.
But at this time, Ye Xiwen also increased the output of Zhen Yuan in his hand, and directly suppressed the rebellion of the khaki long sword, and imprisoned a trace of Nangong Wang's soul.
Suddenly, the entire khaki long sword instantly quieted down, and no longer resisted.
It lay quietly in Ye Xiwen's hand.
"Brother Nangong, thanks for letting me win!" Ye Xiwen said while holding the yellow long sword.
"Thank you, Brother Ye, for showing mercy!" Nangong Wang said somewhat bitterly. His desperate struggle had ended in failure.
"This fight, Ye Xiwen, wins!"
"The champion of this Seed disciple competition is … … Ye Xiwen!"
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