Chapter 631
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In the plaza surrounding the Yuan River, there were currently over a dozen Direct Disciples clustered around. In the leading position of these people, a purple-clothed youth stared at the surging Yuan River in front of him with a slightly gloomy gaze. From that expression, the people beside him could see the anger in the purple-clothed youth's heart.
"Senior Ye Chen, don't be too angry, so as to not affect your Martial Heart."
"Yeah, no one would have thought of this …"
Beside the purple-clothed youth, two Direct Disciples persuaded with smiles on their faces. Obviously, they wanted to dispel the anger in his heart. After all, they were all Senior and Junior Brothers of the Sect and it was best if they could get along harmoniously.
As they spoke, the other eight Direct Disciples also secretly sighed. They rejoiced that their spots were not replaced because the purple-clothed youth in front of them could be considered to be his turn to enter the Yuan River to cultivate this month.
And he himself had made sufficient preparations for this time. However, he did not expect that Long Bufan would suddenly appear. According to past practice, if one wanted to enter the Yuan River to cultivate, they had to wait for all the Direct Disciples of the Cangyun Pavilion to finish arranging before it could be the newcomer's turn.
But this time, the Sect's upper echelons had said that they could make an exception and let Long Bufan enter the Yuan River to cultivate first. This also meant that one of the Direct Disciples' spots to cultivate in the Yuan River would be snatched away. What was even more unfortunate was that the person whose spot was snatched away was actually the purple-clothed youth. It was no wonder that his heart would be filled with anger.
Ye Chen's eyes slightly narrowed as he coldly said: "Hmph, I'd like to see what ability he has to make the Sect break this precedent!"
Although a spot to cultivate in the Yuan River did not seem to be much, the significance to the purple-clothed youth was incomparably huge. As everyone knew, there was less than a year left until the Hundred Sect Tournament. This time, he had lost his spot and could only wait until next month for his turn. In other words, his cultivation would fall behind the others by a month.
Hearing this, the surrounding Direct Disciples could only shake their heads and bitterly smile. It seemed that Ye Chen could not take this lying down and did not plan to settle the matter peacefully. Immediately, they felt a bit of sympathy for the newcomer, Long Bufan.
Although there were Sect rules and restrictions in the Sect, sometimes some cultivation opportunities needed to be fought for with one's own strength. If Ye Chen insisted on not being willing and wanted to spar with martial arts, even if Long Bufan could still obtain a spot to cultivate in the Yuan River, his face would certainly be greatly damaged.
In terms of strength, they were not surprised. Ye Chen had joined the Ashen Cloud Palace for ten years. Now, his strength had reached the third level of the Divine Sea Realm. Even among the personal disciples, he was above average. As for the newcomer Long Bufan, they had already seen him in the previous quarterly assessment. His strength was only at the first level of the Divine Sea Realm.
Moreover, it was said that Long Bufan was an arrogant person. It was not a bad idea to let Ye Chen take him down a notch and kill his arrogance.
Thinking of this, everyone looked forward to what was about to happen with great interest...
Boom —!
Just as the numerous disciples were waiting to watch a good show, the sound of rushing wind was suddenly heard from afar. After which, numerous gazes followed the source of the sound, only to see a black flash swiftly flying over from the direction of the Cangyun Pavilion.
The slender figure was dressed in a black robe. His long hair fluttered as he stepped on a sword light, revealing an endless free and easy feeling. Coupled with the delicate features on his face, his temperament made people gasp in admiration.
Moreover, the powerful aura that faintly seeped out from the black robe also made people understand that this style was not some embroidered pillow.
The black light swept over and finally, the youth's figure landed in front of the purple-clothed youth and the others.
This person was Long Bufan.
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