"Qingfeng Mountain Yi Yuan School is located in this courtyard, I will send you here." The demon bird folded its wings and landed on a mountain peak. This mountain peak was located in a relatively remote area, but there were also many buildings on the mountain peak.
The disciples of sub-schools were also concentrated in several nearby mountain peaks. Although it was somewhat remote, but there was nothing they could do about it. In the Main Sect, strength was also important, and it was obvious that the strength of the disciples of sub-schools was far inferior to the disciples of the Main Sect.
"Thank you!"
Ye Xiwen walked up the stairs from the foot of the mountain and soon arrived at the halfway point of the mountain, where the courtyard of Qingfeng Mountain Yi Yuan School was located.
Ye Xiwen had not yet arrived when he heard a loud noise.
"How can you do this, this is the place of our Qingfeng Mountain Yi Yuan School, why do you want to occupy our place!"
Ye Xiwen heard this voice and knew that it belonged to the outstanding female core disciples of Qingfeng Mountain Yi Yuan School, Qian Wanru.
"Hey, why, because we have a lot of people and you only have a few people, a total of twenty people, why do you want to occupy so many courtyards? At first glance, I can see that you are from the countryside. This time, our Shaoyang Yi Yuan School has more than fifty disciples, so it is reasonable for you to allocate two-thirds of the courtyard to us!"
"This is not reasonable, our ancestors of Qingfeng Mountain Yi Yuan School lived here, why should we give it to you!"
"I tell you, why, because we are stronger than you!" That arrogant voice said.
Ye Xiwen quickly stepped forward and soon saw a group of about thirty young people surrounding the courtyard of Qingfeng Mountain's Yi Yuan School.
Shaoyang Yi Yuan School!
This name made Ye Xiwen's brows wrinkle.
This name was absolutely not unfamiliar to Ye Xiwen, because Shaoyang Yi Yuan School and Qingfeng Mountain Yi Yuan School had been hostile to each other for many years, starting from the era of the ancestors of the two sub-schools. No one knew the exact reason, but after so many years, the enmity between the two sub-schools had long since surpassed the reason of their ancestors.
In the crowd, two sides were confronting each other, one side was the people of Qingfeng Mountain Yi Yuan School, about twenty people, all of them were at the middle stage of Houtian ninth stage and were led by Zhang Yang, Qian Wanru and Wu Hao.
Zhang Yang had already reached the Xiantian realm and had transformed 10% of his Zhen Qi into Zhen Qi, while Qian Wanru and Wu Hao had both reached the peak of Houtian ninth stage.
And on the other side was the Shaoyang Yi Yuan School's side. They were led by a youth with a sneer on his face. He was actually at the Xiantian first stage, but he had transformed 20% of his Zhen Qi into Xiantian Zhen Qi and his strength was above Zhang Yang's.
The strength of this session of Qingfeng Mountain Yi Yuan School was indeed relatively poor.
"Huo Cheng, don't go too far!" Wu Hao spoke up.
"So what if I bully you guys? That Ye Feng from earlier should be the most powerful disciple in your batch, but he can't even withstand a single blow from me! I almost crippled his martial arts! "Huo Cheng smiled proudly.
Ye Xiwen's complexion suddenly changed when he heard this. No wonder he hadn't seen Ye Feng in the crowd. It turned out that he had been injured.
Ye Xiwen's complexion suddenly changed. His loved ones were his only fetters in this world. If someone dared to touch his loved ones, it would be tantamount to touching his reverse scale.
"Get lost!" Ye Xiwen shouted.
Ye Xiwen's shout suddenly caused a commotion among the Shaoyang Yi Yuan School's disciples. They turned around and saw a seventeen or eighteen year old boy looking at them with a murderous look on his face.
"Ye Xiwen!" Zhang Yang saw Ye Xiwen and his face suddenly lit up.
"It's Brother Ye!"
"Brother Ye!"
When the people of Qingfeng Mountain Yi Yuan School saw Ye Xiwen, they suddenly revealed a pleasantly surprised expression. Seeing Ye Xiwen, they suddenly had a kind of feeling of being rescued from a hopeless situation. Although Zhang Yang and Ye Feng were two Xiantian masters, but in their hearts, the number one master was still Ye Xiwen.
After all, Ye Xiwen had already beheaded a Xiantian master before. Although at that time, Liu Zhi's strength might not have been as good as Zhang Yang and Ye Feng, who had already transformed 10% of their Zhen Qi into Xiantian Zhen Qi, but at that time, Ye Xiwen was only at the Houtian realm.
Not to mention, Ye Xiwen had also obtained a Xiantian Dan. Ye Feng and Zhang Yang had already been promoted to the Xiantian realm, so they didn't believe that Ye Xiwen would still linger in the Houtian realm.
Indeed, just as they thought, in these two months, Ye Xiwen's strength had advanced by leaps and bounds.
He had completely consolidated the Xiantian first stage, and his Zhen Qi had also been completely transformed to the peak of 50%. His other martial skills had also made breakthroughs one by one. "Tyrant body technique" had finally been completely practiced to the peak of the first layer. This allowed his thin body to contain the strength of 19 Dragons, which had already reached the peak of 50% Xiantian Zhen Qi transformation. Now, he could even contend against the masters of the Xiantian third stage.
"Celestial step" had also finally been practiced to the peak of the Xiantian realm. Compared to two months ago, when he had just stepped into the Xiantian realm, his speed was nearly twice as fast.
"Restraining breath technique" had also been practiced to the Xiaocheng realm. Now, even if he stood next to a Xiantian master, Ye Xiwen was sure that he wouldn't be discovered, and he could even change his appearance.
And most importantly, "Cold moon beheader" had also been officially practiced to the third move, "Full moon beheader", and had also been practiced to the point of reaching the next level.
The only martial skill that had not made much progress was the "Coiling dragon palm". Only the first move, "Hidden dragon rises from the abyss", had been mastered to the point of reaching the next level. It could be said that this was the most difficult martial skill that Ye Xiwen had ever practiced in his life.
Now, Ye Xiwen truly had the strength to contend against the masters of the Xiantian third stage. Unless he had transformed 60% of his Zhen Qi into Xiantian Zhen Qi, otherwise, no one would be his opponent.
However, his strength had advanced by leaps and bounds, but the price was naturally very high. His originally abundant spirit stones were once again facing the danger of drying up. After stepping into the Xiantian realm, the consumption rate of spirit stones was not doubled, but rather increased exponentially. Now, there were only 50 spirit stones left in Ye Xiwen's storage ring. Although it looked like a lot, but for Xiantian masters, it was not enough, because for Xiantian masters, low-grade spirit stones were simply not enough, because Xiantian masters basically used middle-grade spirit stones.
For Ye Xiwen, it was naturally the same.
In other words, Ye Xiwen had once again become a pauper!
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