Liu Feiyang and Liu Chenyu stood beside Ye Wuchen. When they heard the voice, they were filled with respect.
A swordsman should be like this.
Liu Chenyu saw the tears in Ye Wuchen's eyes and felt her heart ache. She immediately guessed what had happened. Men didn't cry easily. How could she not understand why a man like Ye Wuchen was crying?
An extremely strong Sword Will circled around Ye Wuchen's body. Liu Chenyu couldn't get close to him even if she wanted to. This Sword Will must have been left for him by his master.
The sword intent flowed on Ye Wuchen's body and turned into a powerful sword aura. Ye Wuchen closed his eyes. The falling snow was shattered by the sword intent when it approached him. His body was like a sword, standing in the wind and snow.
After a long while, the sword intent on Ye Wuchen finally dissipated. Liu Feiyang realized that Ye Wuchen's temperament had changed again. The sharpness seemed to have lessened. It was more natural and in harmony with the world. This was a reflection of a deeper plane. The Arcana Plane was to constantly be in harmony with the world and let one's power resonate with it.
Raising his head, Ye Wuchen let the snow fall on his face. He didn't mourn or even feel sad. He only remembered that he would become the swordsman that his master wanted to see and press forward.
At the peak of Sky Mountain, Ye Futian was playing the guqin. Yu Sheng sat in front of him, cultivating. The sound of the guqin constantly entered Yu Sheng's ears. The snow in the sky turned into endless Spiritual Qi, falling down and enveloping Yu Sheng. However, there was an extremely violent dark golden airflow emanating from Yu Sheng's body. It was resonating with the heavens and the earth. A dark golden demonic might buried his entire body, becoming more and more terrifying.
"Boom!"
At this time, a terrifying airflow swept out. The demonic intent surged. Yu Sheng opened his eyes. The dark light in his eyes dissipated and returned to normal. The aura flowing around him was even more powerful. Like Ye Futian, he had broken through to the Arcana Plane in both martial arts and spells. Though he didn't focus on spells, he had never stopped cultivating his spiritual energy.
"I'm awake now." Ye Futian stopped plucking the strings and smiled. Now, everything on Sky Mountain had finally been resolved.
"Yes." Yu Sheng nodded and stood up. He looked at Sky Mountain and asked, "What happened on Sky Mountain? What is this song? It has such a strong artistic conception. "
"Ukiyo, left behind by the two emperors." "We've been on Sky Mountain for a long time. I don't know what the situation is like in the Eastern Barren Territory. It's time to go back."
"Okay, where's the condor?" Yu Sheng asked.
"It will benefit greatly if it cultivates on Sky Mountain," Ye Futian said. Yu Sheng did not ask any more questions.
The flying snow turned into a wind spell and enveloped the two of them. Then, they flew down with the flying snow towards Sky Mountain. Now, he could see the entire Sky Mountain. He could clearly see where his friends were.
…
At the foot of Sky Mountain, although countless people had left, there were still too many people left.
On the mountain path, there was a group of people walking through the snow. Their temperaments were outstanding and they were all very young, attracting the attention of many people. After that, many people began to discuss among themselves. Their gazes all focused on a handsome young man standing in the middle.
Ye Futian went down the mountain.
Ye Futian, a disciple of the Cottage, killed Qin Li and the people of the Qin Dynasty on Sky Mountain. Yu Sheng, who was beside him, killed Qin Mengruo, causing a huge battle between Qin Yu and Zhuge Hui. Now, this group of people walked down Sky Mountain together.
"It seems that Senior Sister and Senior Brother have both left." Ye Futian gazed at the vast crowd. They had stayed on Sky Mountain for a long time. In addition, he had caused the bell to ring. Second Senior Sister and Third Senior Brother must have suffered. Should he keep this a secret?
In the crowd, an old man sitting in the snow looked at the group going down the mountain. He squinted his eyes and smiled. It was his first time seeing that little guy.
The girl in the green dress beside him was still there. She also looked at those people and said, "Are they the rumored disciples of the Cottage?"
In the hearts of many people in the Eastern Barren Territory, the disciples of the Cottage were definitely legendary figures, especially the top three. They were already at the top of the Eastern Barren Territory.
"Do you think they have my temperament?" the old man stood up and said to the girl.
"You …" The girl in the green dress was somewhat disdainful. She said, "Old man, although you are definitely a master, don't boast."
"You don't believe me? Look at that pretty girl. That's my sixth sister. The fatty beside her is Seventh Brother. The one in the middle who looks good should be Eighth Brother," the old man said, pointing at Ye Futian's group.
"Old man, I didn't expect you to be so thick-skinned. From what you said, the second sister you mentioned is the second disciple of the Cottage. Aren't you the legendary Mr. Du of the Cottage?" the girl in the green dress said with disdain.
Cough, cough!
The old man patted the snow off his body. His expression turned serious and he said seriously, "Low-profile, low-profile."
The girl in the green dress blinked and then burst into laughter.
Seeing her expression, the old man was furious. She actually didn't believe him?
At that moment, a group of people in the crowd moved towards Ye Futian and the others, blocking their way.
"Old man, look. They seem to be people from the Qin Dynasty." The girl in the green dress was nervous. If the Qin Dynasty left people here, they would definitely want to kill Ye Futian's group.
The people who appeared in front of Ye Futian's group were from the Qin Dynasty. Seeing them, the disciples of the Sword Saint Mountain flashed. Clearly, they had left many people at the foot of Sky Mountain. After all, this was the Western Region and the Sword Saint Mountain was the closest.
"If you attack, you definitely won't be able to leave the Western Region," a cultivator from the Sword Saint Mountain said. The eyes of the Qin Dynasty's people flashed and their expressions were cold.
Behind them, two silhouettes stepped out. An extremely terrifying aura emanated from them. They were cultivators of the Noble Plane.
"Kill them."
The two walked in the air and went straight for Ye Futian. A terrifying pressure swept over.
Ye Futian raised his head and looked at them. A sharp look flashed in his eyes. At that moment, a terrifying current flowed on Sky Mountain.
Clang!
The bell rang and turned into a huge wave that swept over. The two cultivators in the Noble Plane looked up at Sky Mountain and felt an invisible bell pressing down on them along with the sound.
Rumble …
A terrifying wave destroyed their bodies. They grunted and fell from the sky. Their faces were pale and blood seeped out of the corner of their mouths.
Clang, clang …
The sound of the bell reverberated throughout Sky Mountain. The vast heaven and earth seemed to be trembling. Countless people closed their eyes and put their hands in front of them to block the bell. Even so, they still felt a strong impact and their hearts were beating wildly.
The elder standing in the snow had his clothes fluttering wildly. At this moment, a terrifying flowing light seemed to flow on his body, resisting the power. At the same time, he looked up at Sky Mountain.
Could it be a coincidence that the bell rang at this moment? Of course, he didn't believe it.
The two cultivators in the Noble Plane were continuously attacked and spat out blood. They felt numb and couldn't stand steadily. Previously, when the bell rang, all the Nobles had left. But in order to kill Ye Futian, Qin Yu sent them back. They didn't think that it would be such a coincidence. When they attacked, the bell rang again.
Just when they were in a daze, they suddenly felt a strong sense of danger. They raised their heads and looked forward, only to see a sword light slashing toward them.
Clang! The bell rang again. The two were unsteady and their wills seemed to explode. The sword flashed and blood spurted.
The two cultivators in the Noble Plane reached out and covered their throats. Their eyes were wide open and unwilling. How could they die like this?
The bell finally stopped and the crowd recovered. When they saw the two lying in the snow, their hearts trembled.
Was this fate?
Two Marquises had mysteriously died just like that. Moreover, after their deaths, the bell stopped ringing.
If it wasn't fate, was there someone on Sky Mountain helping Ye Futian? That was even more impossible.
The people from the Qin Dynasty walked to the two corpses. Their expressions were as ugly as they could be.
"Let's go." Ye Futian didn't want to fight and ignored the people from the Qin Dynasty. The people from the Qin Dynasty didn't dare to stop them either. The real way to kill Ye Futian was to leave the Nobles alive.
Ye Futian walked on the snowy ground. At that moment, he saw another figure blocking their way.
Ye Futian had a strange expression. The person in front of him was an old man in tattered clothes. His hands were behind his back and his eyes were wandering all over Ye Futian.
Beitang Xing 'er wanted to go forward but Yi Xiaoshi pulled her back and gave her a look.
Seeing Yi Xiaoshi's smirk, Beitang Xing 'er glared at him. Yi Xiaoshi was tricking her little brother.
"Elder, what can I do for you?" Ye Futian asked with a strange expression.
The old man didn't speak and continued to look at him. The light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
Ye Futian was speechless and walked around. The old man continued to block his way and asked, "Where's your hometown?"
"It's far away and not worth mentioning," Ye Futian said. "Elder, what can I do for you?"
"How old are you?" the old man asked again.
"…" Ye Futian's face darkened but he still answered, "About 20."
"20, 20." The old man seemed to be thinking about something. Then he smiled at Ye Futian. "You can become my disciple."
"Uh …"
Ye Futian was completely dumbfounded. Was there something wrong with this old man?
"I'm sorry, my old man is a little crazy." The girl in the green dress ran forward and wanted to pull the old man away. The old man's face darkened immediately.
Cough, cough. The old man coughed and looked at Beitang Xing 'er and Yi Xiaoshi. He stood there with his head held high, looking like an expert.
"Take good care of the old man. Don't let him run around," Ye Futian smiled at the girl in the green dress. This old man was too funny.
Just then, Beitang Xing 'er tugged at his sleeve.
"Senior Sister Xing 'er, what's wrong?" Ye Futian asked.
Beitang Xing 'er gave him a look and then walked up to the old man. "Master, why are you here?"
"Master, how are you? I've missed you a lot," Yi Xiaoshi also jogged up and said flatteringly.
Ye Futian blinked and saw the old man smiling at him. Suddenly, Ye Futian's expression changed. This was awkward …
Yi Xiaoshi, this fatty.
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