Fantastic Fantasy: The Daughter of Cloud Raising Luck at the Opening

Qing Yunfeng suddenly became quiet, and Tong Xiangyu felt as quiet as a pool of stagnant water even though there was a lot of people's voices, and he couldn't hear any news anymore.

hum-

After a rapid sound, the world became restless again.

There was a gentle breeze, but Wei Zi'an was in a state of disarray at the moment.

As if he was in a field of white reeds, when the wind moved, the reeds moved, and he began to shake along with it?

Mother……

Wei Zian let go of Tong Xiangyu's hand, then took off the saber at his waist, and held it lightly in his hand.

The Jinghong sword trembled violently, and Wei Zi'an's mouth ached in pain.

You're angry too, aren't you... Wei Zian lowered his head slightly, rubbing the blade of the sword with his index finger.

Killing intent!
Almost solidified killing intent!
Surprise flashed across Tong Xiangyu's beautiful eyes, and her heart trembled violently. She felt the murderous intent on Wei Zian's body, so she could naturally feel his emotions.

He was angry.

Tong Xiangyu saw Wei Zi'an's hand holding the sword move slightly.

Zheng——

The heartstrings tightened violently, as if it was about to break apart, Tong Xiangyu's face changed, and there were more bad thoughts in his heart, and he quickly reached out to grab Wei Zi'an's palm.

"Sister Yu, I'm sorry, it seems that I can't continue to help you today."

Wei Zian's face was calm, but the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

"Something has to be done, sorry."

Tong Xiangyu pursed her lips timidly, and her moist eyes shone with light. She wanted to say something, but she didn't speak in the end.

For some reason, when she heard Wei Zi'an's apology, her heart was pulled hard.

It was as if something within reach had been lost.

"Zhang Fuyao."

Wei Zi'an said slowly, "I'll fight you!"

The sound was not loud, but it resounded throughout Qingyun Peak.

"it is good!"

Zhang Fuyao laughed out loud, a gloomy look flickered in the corner of his eyes.A few steps forward, he jumped onto the ring, and knocked the original defender off the ring with a single palm.

"puff……"

That person successfully repelled several waves of attackers, but he didn't see the slightest change, his face didn't blush, and his heart didn't beat, but now he was knocked off the ring by Zhang Fuyao's palm and fell into half-death.

"Hi~"

Everyone in the audience gasped, Zhang Fuyao's strength was probably infinitely close to that of a true defender, or he was one of the last four winners.

Terrifying strength, I'm afraid it has already touched the edge of the seven-star three realms.

Although Wei Zian's voice was not loud just now, some nearby monks still listened.

"Seven Star Realm, another genius."

"But can his seven-star one-level cultivation really beat Zhang Fuyao who is seven-star three-level?"

"I'm afraid I'm courting death."

The corner of Qingyun Peak.

"Master, do you think that kid will die?"

"Of course he will die. His chances of winning are too small. Could it be that all the people in the southern country are reckless?"

The master shook his head slightly, but his eyes never left the young man in green shirt and sword in the audience.

"Knowing that it can't be done, is this his way?"

A flash of surprise flashed in the master's eyes, and then he clasped his hands together and gave a slight salute.

Facing an enemy countless times stronger than himself, that boy didn't have the slightest fear, only a firm light in his eyes, and a murderous intent that could split the sky!
Wei Zi'an's words did not arouse a violent reaction. No matter how small Qingyun Peak is, it is divided into four corners, each corner is surrounded by thousands of people.

However, Zhang Fuyao's behavior of defeating the enemy with one palm still attracted the attention of other corners, after all, a person with this level of strength already has the qualifications to compete for the guardian of the ring.

Following this movement, Fu Ling noticed the change here.

What's going on here?
Fuling Liu frowned, and pinched her hands together in a daze. Although she couldn't understand what happened, it was obvious that something was wrong with the younger brother, and his expression was very cold.

Those who are familiar with Wei Zian naturally know that he is angry, very angry.

Fu Ling turned her head curiously, and looked at the person in the ring.

Who is this white-faced scholar?

Surrounded by stellar qi in her hands, the aura in her body was strong, Fu Ling just glanced at it slightly, and got a general idea.

Junior brother doesn't seem to be his opponent, but why did junior brother fight him?
Fu Ling's little hands were tightly clenched together, she had already been absent-minded about the challenger.

She has already used the eloquence in advance, as long as Wei Zian has a general idea, she will be able to reach him immediately.

on the ring.

Zhang Fuyao stood still, turned around slowly, a sneer appeared on his icy face, "Wei Zi'an, how dare you suffer death on the stage?!"

The voice fell, like a thunder snake dancing wildly, the deafening sound lingered for a long time.

Among the crowd, a man in black robe suddenly raised his head, his penetrating eyes took a deep look at Zhang Fuyao, and then at Wei Zian.

"You must not die."

The black-robed man tilted his neck and stretched his uncomfortable body.

"Your life can only be taken by me."

Under the arena to the west of Qingyun Peak, the woman in red clothes suddenly turned her head and stared at the arena in the east with wide eyes.

The woman seemed to be going crazy, and she squeezed into the crowd with all her strength, just to catch a glimpse of her sweetheart and cheer him up.

"spread."

Bai Yi flicked the scabbard lightly, and a sharp sword energy rushed straight into the crowd, and the crowd in front of Xia Emei automatically dispersed along a path.

Wei Zi'an ignored Zhang Fuyao's extremely arrogant words, but gently untied his coat, stacked it neatly and put it on the ground.

It was given to him by Murong Ya. After passing through the abyss of extreme evil, most of it was torn, and some places looked a little messy after mending.

Wei Zi'an's face was always calm, as if nothing could make him lose his composure.

"Zian, don't."

Tong Xiangyu shook his head, his eyes sparkling faintly.

"fine."

Wei Zi'an smiled softly, turned and walked towards the ring.

One step, two steps...

I can't help but recall the memories of my childhood, from when I was very young, I ran around behind my sister, when I was older, I started to read some books, and in the later days, it was hard to describe.

Until he saw the fragile and round face in the washbasin, it turned out that he was already this big.

Then he saw the light, started to practice, and took a different path.

The days began to be bitter and sweet, but there was always something missing in his heart, until he saw the jade pendant.

He found a trace of the origin of life, and he wanted to see the whole picture and know the answer.

Now, someone wants to tell him the answer, like a lock, and he is the key.

Wei Zi'an didn't want to let go of this opportunity, and he couldn't let it go, because of emotion and reason, he asked for peace of mind.

pata——

With one foot already on the ring, the Jinghong Sword was unsheathed three feet.The tip of the sword is especially in the sheath.Like a dormant beast, ready to go.

"Wei Zian!"

Suddenly, a shout came from behind.

Wei Zian's footsteps stopped, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he raised his hand lightly, and said loudly: "Don't worry."