Ye Xiwen was about to rush to Ye Ruxue's courtyard when suddenly an old roar resounded in the sky: "Ye Xiwen, come out for this old man!"
Then, a terrifying coercion instantly pressed down towards the entire courtyard.
Ye Xiwen was caught off guard by this terrifying pressure and was almost overwhelmed by it.
"Who!" Ye Xiwen shouted and mixed with Xiantian Zhen Qi, it directly collided with that coercion and the two Zhen Qi directly collided and created a storm.
But obviously, Ye Xiwen's Xiantian Zhen Qi was obviously not the opponent of the opposite party and was defeated all the way.
Xiantian Zhen Yuan!
Ye Xiwen's eyes flashed, because this person was definitely not a disciple of Xiantian sub-school, because Xiantian Zhen Yuan was an ability that only masters of Xiantian sixth stage or above could possess.
When Xiantian masters broke through to the peak of Xiantian fifth stage, they could transform all of their Houtian Zhen Qi into Xiantian Zhen Qi, and at that time, their fighting strength would break out to the peak, but if they wanted to break through to the Xiantian sixth stage, then they would have to undergo another transformation from Xiantian Zhen Qi into Xiantian Zhen Yuan, which was the second transformation of life.
Once the transformation was successful, the lifespan would break through from the original 200 years to 500 years in one fell swoop.
The masters of Xiantian sixth stage were much more powerful than the masters of Xiantian fifth stage, and they could almost fight a group of masters, which meant that a qualitative change had occurred once again.
Yi Yuan School also used this as the standard of division, disciples of Xiantian sixth stage and below were inner disciples, while disciples of Xiantian sixth stage and above were core disciples.
Although there was only a difference of one level, but the actual treatment was as different as heaven and earth.
And the elders of each sub-school were core disciples of Xiantian sixth stage and above. Many of these elders were very old and were close to the end of their lifespan of 500 years, but there was no hope for them to break through to the truth realm, so they chose to go to sub-schools and serve as elders.
But even so, these elders were still extremely terrifying existences. They were far from what ordinary disciples could compare to.
"Who are you!" Ye Xiwen came out of the courtyard and saw a black-clothed old man standing in front of the courtyard, staring at Ye Xiwen.
Then, Zhang Yang, Ye Feng and Ye Ruxue, who had just broken through to the Xiantian realm, also rushed over.
"Which one of you is Ye Xiwen?" The black-clothed old man said in a cold voice.
"I am!" Ye Xiwen said.
"It is you, little beast, who injured the disciples of our Shaoyang sub-school!" The old man said in a cold voice.
"Little bastard, who are you cursing?" Ye Xiwen asked.
"Little bastard cursed you …" The black-clothed old man blurted out. Only then did he realize the trap in his words. Instantly, his face flushed red with anger.
"Hahaha!" The disciples of Qingfeng Mountain sub-school were laughing unscrupulously. Although they were inconspicuous in the Main Sect, but in the sub-schools, each and every one of them was an influential figure, so how could they not be smart and immediately understood that this black clothed old man should be an elder of Shaoyang sub-school.
They were mortal enemies. Even if the other party was an elder, they were mortal enemies. This was something that would never change. The enmity between the two of them had extended for so many years.
Huo Cheng and a few other disciples had been crippled by Ye Xiwen. So, they couldn't participate in this assessment and had come to denounce Ye Xiwen for their crimes.
"You little bastard, you are courting death!" That black clothed old man angrily said and flicked his sleeves. Suddenly, the air was distorted and a big gasified hand instantly covered Ye Xiwen's body. This was a method of using Zhen Yuan to control Qi, although it was not a big method and its power varied, but for the warriors of Xiantian sixth stage and below, it was still very useful.
"Clang!" Ye Xiwen instantly unsheathed the long blade on his back, blooming with a bright Bladelight, covering a small half of the sky, illuminating Ye Xiwen's figure like a God of War. His expression was solemn, and his long black hair was fluttering in the wind.
The Bladelight transformed into a big blade which was completely condensed out of Zhen Qi and chopped down towards the big hand.
"Zizizi!"
The Bladelight chopped down on the big hand and issued a "Zizi" sound. Then, the sharp Bladelight evolved into a falling moon pattern, which was the artistic conception.
Relying on the artistic conception of the falling moon pattern, the Bladelight instantly regained its momentum and continued to chop down towards the big hand.
"Artistic conception, how is this possible, he actually managed to cultivate the artistic conception!" The black-clothed old man stared at Ye Xiwen incredulously. He couldn't believe that Ye Xiwen had actually managed to cultivate the artistic conception. As an outer disciple, the disciples who managed to comprehend the artistic conception, even among the disciples of this year, could only be said to be as rare as phoenix feather and unicorn horn.
But also, if he didn't have such a monstrous talent, how could he possibly defeat the geniuses of his own sub-school?
Thinking of this, a trace of killing intention flashed in the eyes of the black-clothed old man. Such a genius had appeared in the hostile sub-school, so he must be strangled, otherwise, it would certainly not be a good thing for Shaoyang sub-school.
This time, even if he had to face the danger of being punished by the school, he must strangle this danger in the cradle.
In the sky, the falling moon pattern and the big hand fiercely collided, creating terrifying air fluctuations which rippled out layer by layer.
The pressure on Ye Xiwen's body was getting bigger and bigger. His Bladelight and the big hand fiercely collided. This was a solid battle of absolute strength. The opposite party had not even used the artistic conception, but by relying on his superior strength, he was able to suppress Ye Xiwen.
Ye Xiwen soon fell into a disadvantageous position. The bones in his entire body were emitting explosive crackling sounds. This was an intense friction between his bones. Ye Xiwen's body was as strong as metal and stone. However, under this kind of terrifying coercion, his body began to emit explosive sounds.
"Old guy, what do you want to do!" Ye Xiwen gritted his teeth and roared. His heart was full of anger. This old guy simply couldn't distinguish between right and wrong, and it seemed like he was going to kill him here.
The black-clothed old man simply didn't care about Ye Xiwen and just pressed his big hand down. Even Ye Xiwen's falling moon pattern was about to be crushed.
"Old guy, today's matter, I will definitely pay you back in the future!" Ye Xiwen said while clenching his teeth. His face was crazily dripping with sweat.
Ten years, if he had another ten years, he would certainly be able to pinch this old guy to death, but now, it was still not enough!
Strength, his strength was still not enough!
For the first time, Ye Xiwen truly felt the strength in his heart. Strength, strength, he needed strength. Only with enough strength could he prevent today's matter from repeating itself.
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