Amidst the compliments, the arrogant Qiu Honglie turned to look at Chen Zong. His gaze was sharp, and a sharp light flickered in his eyes. Chen Zong couldn't understand the inexplicable hostility in his eyes.
"This is Ye Feiyan, my cousin." Ye Feifan introduced the beautiful girl on the right. Her eyebrows were like a veil. Every frown and smile was as soft as smoke. "Peak of the Ninth Transformation of the Training Realm, ranked eighth on the List of Powerful Dragons, ranked 92nd on the List of Flood Dragons."
This time, it was even more obvious than when he introduced Qiu Honglie. The gasps were getting louder and louder.
Shocked by Ye Fei Yan's appearance, shocked by Ye Fei Yan's identity, shocked by Ye Fei Yan's strength.
Another super genius on the List of Flood Dragons. Didn't that mean Ye Feiyan had four-star power?
Shi Huanyue's eyes looked through hundreds of meters and landed on Ye Feiyan's face.
92nd on the List of Flood Dragons. This ranking was very close to Shi Huanyue's because Shi Huanyue was ranked 91st.
Their rankings on the List of Flood Dragons were close, but there wasn't much of a difference in power.
At this time, maids wearing the same white gauze clothes walked in gracefully, carrying wine, fruits, snacks, and other delicacies from the left and right like spirit snakes. As the fragrance wafted past, all kinds of exquisite food appeared on the table.
Chen Zong could feel the fluctuation of Qi and blood from each of the maids. Each of them was a warrior in the Qi and Blood Realm. This was very unbelievable in the Eastern Land.
"Everyone, this is the Seven Fragrance Drunk I brought. Please try it," Ye Feifan said. He poured himself a cup of water and gestured in the air.
"Seven Fragrance Drunk, surrounded by seven fragrances. Just the smell alone is enough to make me unable to control myself."
"Look at the color. It's beautiful."
Even if the wine Ye Feifan brought was hard to drink, there would still be people who would praise it. However, the Seven Fragrance Drunk was soft and had a unique fragrance. There were seven different tastes in the mouth. It was very unique.
"You are all geniuses of Linshan County. It's my honor to meet you all. Please allow me to play a song to liven up the atmosphere." Ye Feiyan gently placed the guqin she had brought on the table in front of her. Her hands slowly lifted and fell, as light as a feather, as if she was plucking lotuses with her bare hands, making people involuntarily focus their eyes on her hands.
Her hands were as white as jade, and her fingers were long and slender. This was a pair of beautiful hands.
His hands landed lightly on the strings, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water.
It glided past like a white cloud.
Dong …
It was clear, profound, melodious, and pleasing to the ear. It was like the first sound of spring water falling, and it directly entered one's heart.
The gazes of everyone landed on Ye Feiyan as they listened attentively. The Ye Feiyan at this moment had an astonishing charm to her.
The song was like the tinkling of a spring, like the trickling of a stream, and gradually like the surging of a long river, with endless waves …
Gradually, everyone's attention became more and more focused. They could feel their blood and Qi circulating faster and faster, almost boiling.
The music gradually turned from its initial calm to a resounding pitch.
It was as if tens of thousands of horses were galloping, as if the heavenly wind was blowing, as if the clouds were surging.
Their hearts were filled with lofty sentiments, and their fighting spirit surged.
Martial artists' blood and Qi were exuberant. Martial artists' gatherings were never about dancing or talking about trivial matters. Martial artists' gatherings only had one theme: Fight.
Ye Feiyan's slender fingers plucked a string, and the last sound of the song was produced. It was like a powerful army, like the sound of swords clashing, melodious and resounding.
A song that moved the wind and clouds!
Ye Feiyan's song directly skipped the prelude and made everyone's blood boil. There was no need for more words, and there was no need for Ye Feifan to say anything.
Loud laughter sounded, and immediately after, a figure shot out from the pavilion. Like a flying bird, he landed on the open space of the pavilion. He looked around and said in a clear voice, "Let's not talk about anything else. Who will fight with me first?"
"Linshan Courtyard's ninth place, Chen Qingyun."
"Chen Qingyun, let me, Ling Yunzhi, have a taste of your skills." On the side of the Proud Sword Manor, a disciple jumped up. After his palm slapped on the pillar of the pavilion, he instantly accelerated and shot out like an arrow leaving the bow.
Before he landed on the ground, in midair, his right hand touched his waist. A melodious sound of a sword entered the ear, accompanied by a sharp sword piercing through the air.
That was a sword, a very fast sword, a sword that seemed to be able to pierce through everything.
"Good." Chen Qingyun laughed heartily. He did not retreat, but instead advanced. He took a step forward, like a warhorse charging forward. It was unknown when, but his long saber had been raised high, and he fiercely slashed down on Ling Yunzhi's sword.
The saber light was blazing, splitting the night into two.
But the sword suddenly changed. Like a snake, it brushed past the fierce saber light and continued to stab towards Chen Qingyun. The tip of the sword flickered, and countless sword lights fell like raindrops. It was impossible to tell whether they were real or fake.
Chen Qingyun did not care, as if the sword lights were fake. His long saber chopped down without hesitation, with a trace of decisiveness. This saber seemed to be able to cut down all obstacles in front of it. It pressed forward with an astonishing momentum.
This saber seemed to want to exchange a life for a life. Everyone squinted their eyes.
Ling Yunzhi didn't expect Chen Qingyun to be so decisive, but he didn't dare. His body turned in mid-air, and his long sword followed. After dodging Chen Qingyun's slash, it was as if he had turned back, and another slash came.
"Junior Brother Ling's Cloud Swallow Three Fold is getting more and more refined." In the pavilion of the Proud Sword Villa, a disciple praised with a smile.
"The timing of this Cloud Piercing Strike is very good." Another disciple of the Proud Sword Villa laughed.
The Mountain Facing Courtyard had the Mountaineering List, the Silver Saber Castle had the Violent Saber List, and the Proud Sword Villa had a similar list called the Proud Sword List. Ling Yunzhi was ranked eighth on the Proud Sword List.
The master of the Proud Sword Villa practiced the sword, and every disciple on the Proud Sword List was proficient in sword skills. They were all sword masters, and their sword skills were superb.
Chen Qingyun's saber skills were not to be outdone, and there was a kind of majestic vastness.
Saber light and sword shadows, and the moon was like a veil.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Qingyun and Ling Yunzhi had already exchanged more than a hundred moves, but it was hard to tell who was better. Originally, their battle strength was almost the same. In this kind of battle where they did not use all their strength, it was not easy to tell who was better.
After dozens of moves, Chen Qingyun suddenly withdrew his saber and retreated.
"It was very enjoyable. Let's end it as a draw. What do you think?" Chen Qingyun laughed.
"Then it's a draw." Although Ling Yunzhi wanted to defeat Chen Qingyun, he knew that it would be difficult. Chen Qingyun's saber skills and strength were indeed admirable.
This battle was just the beginning. It was like throwing a brick to attract jade.
When Chen Qingyun and Ling Yunzhi returned to their seats, someone immediately stood up and walked out like a horse trampling over mountains and rivers.
He was clad in armor and had a long spear. His fighting spirit was soaring, and his eyes were sharp and overbearing, sweeping across.
"I, Zhou Longdao, am here. Who will fight with me?"
Zhou Longdao, who was ranked seventh on the Mountaineering List of the Mountain Facing Courtyard.
"Zhou Longdao, don't be too arrogant. I will fight with you." Jiang Zhonghao, who was ranked seventh on the Mad Saber List, snorted coldly.
"Three months ago, Jiang Zhonghao and Zhou Longdao had a conflict. In the end, Jiang Zhonghao was injured by Zhou Longdao. Now, he is going to fight back." Wang Zhaolong laughed.
Different from the friendly sparring between Chen Qingyun and Ling Yunzhi, Jiang Zhonghao and Zhou Longdao had a conflict. Before they even started fighting, the atmosphere was tense, and there seemed to be traces of murderous intent in the air.
The long saber was unsheathed, and the saber light was bright. The moonlight was reflected on it, and it flowed like cold water being blown by the wind.
Zhou Longdao waved his long spear, and the wind from the spear whistled like a dragon soaring into the sky.
"Chop!" Jiang Zhonghao leaped and raised his long saber. It was as if he was chopping down from the moon. The saber light was like a waterfall falling from the sky. The saber pressure was like an invisible mountain pressing down.
Zhou Longdao raised his head, and his long spear pierced through the air like a dragon coming out of the abyss.
"Break!"
An earth-shattering roar was heard.
The light was so bright that it seemed to cover the moon in the sky. The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing was like a demon's voice, piercing through metal and splitting stone.
Jiang Zhonghao landed on the ground with the long saber in his hand. His saber art was continuous, and countless saber lights connected into one. It was like a torrential rain, and also like a meteorite falling down, swift and fierce.
Its power was like fire, and its invasion was endless.
Zhou Longdao's feet seemed to be rooted to the ground. With the long spear in his hand, he pierced, pointed, collapsed, shook, and spun. He displayed his attainments in the spear art incisively and vividly. Every spear attack was a combination of strength and speed. It was similar to Jiang Zhonghao's saber art, but it seemed to be more tyrannical.
In just a few breaths' time, both sides had already attacked dozens of times. Every time, their goal was to injure and defeat the other.
Jiang Zhonghao wanted revenge. He wanted revenge for being stabbed by Zhou Longdao. That injury required him to rest for half a month before it healed. Fortunately, after the injury healed, his strength improved, and he had the ability to challenge Zhou Longdao. Only then could he take revenge for being stabbed by Zhou Longdao.
The saber and the saber connected. Jiang Zhonghao's silver saber energy surged like a tide, and there was a sharp silver luster flickering around his body. On the long saber, the silver light was like a river flowing endlessly.
No matter how Jiang Zhonghao attacked, Zhou Longdao appeared to be very calm. His feet stepped on the ground as if he was one with the earth. No matter how fierce the storm was, it couldn't shake him in the slightest.
With the spear in his hand, it was like an iron chain that could block any attack.
Jiang Zhonghao's saber was like countless soldiers, crazily charging forward.
Zhou Longdao was like a war general, holding his spear and riding on a horse. He could resist thousands of horses and thousands of soldiers, blocking outside the pass.
The battle between the two was more exciting than the battle between Chen Qingyun and Ling Yunzhi. After all, Chen Qingyun and Ling Yunzhi still held back in their battle. However, in the battle between Jiang Zhonghao and Zhou Longdao, except for the secret technique, everything else was used.
Chen Zong stared at them without blinking, and put himself in their shoes.
No matter if it was Jiang Zhonghao or Zhou Longdao, the two's battle strength was as high as the peak of the three-star level. They had rich battle experience and great battle skills.
"Zhou Longdao, I must kill you." Jiang Zhonghao's tone was filled with anger. Immediately, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes. He roared out, and the aura on his body rose. "True … secret …"
"Alright, such a beautiful night is not suitable for bloodshed." The gentle voice was like a spring breeze, containing a trace of calming charm. It interrupted Jiang Zhonghao's True Secret Frenzied Blade secret technique.
Ye Feifan spoke.
"Senior Brother Ye has spoken. Are you going to go against him?" Qiu Honglie's voice was cold.
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