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

"Hey, have you heard that today is the day when Hai, the envoy among the apostles, and Wei Zian, the third disciple of the academy, will fight."

"Who is Hai? Who is the third disciple of this academy? I've never heard of it."

"Listen to me, there is an extremely vicious place called the Abyss of Evil in the north of the South Kingdom, where there is an evil organization called the Apostles, and there are twelve messengers..."

"Let's start with Pangu opening up the world... This Hai is the youngest envoy among the apostles. As for this academy student named Wei Zi'an, did you come the day before yesterday?"

"Wouldn't it be the one who beat Zhang Fuyao to the ground?"

"You guessed it right."

"Hiss~ Then today is really worth seeing."

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, some tender green buds sporadically emerged from the ground, old trees sprouted new branches, and Ruixue took photos on the cover.

The falling snowflakes in the sky did not stop everyone's enthusiasm, but made a kind of monk even more excited.

The wind is cold and the snow is falling.

Is there anything more suitable for monks to show their strength than this?

There was a lot of discussion, and a black-robed man suddenly squeezed out of the crowd, walked straight to the vacant ring, and jumped onto the ring under the surprised eyes of everyone.

boom--

The marble slab ring under the blessing of the magic circle suddenly dropped a few centimeters, and the sudden sound attracted the attention of everyone in the audience.

The man on the ring was wrapped in a black robe, and he couldn't see anything except the white breath he kept exhaling.

Qing Yunfeng suddenly fell silent, and then a more violent discussion broke out.

"He, how did he get on stage?"

"This is the arena that Fengyunhui specially vacated. If you don't come down, there will be big trouble when the right master comes."

"Hey, that stupefied young man, come down quickly!"

After the words were finished, the black-robed man on the stage turned his head abruptly, and the black hood on his head slipped off, revealing a ferocious face.

The straight eagle nose, the slender eyes hide the extremely calm gaze, and the scar across the whole face adds a little domineering and evil spirit.

This is a murderer!
Hearing the voice from the audience, the man in black turned his head slightly, his cold eyes casually glanced at the person who spoke just now.

The person being watched shrank his neck violently, sweating all over his body, as if he was being stared at by an ancient beast.

The audience fell silent instantly, and everyone felt the terrifying Wia of the man in black.

"Could this be the realm of heaven and man?"

"This old man is the Twelve Messenger——Hai, the one who posted the battle today!"

He obviously looks like a young man, but his voice is full of vicissitudes, and his words are even more old-fashioned, as if an old man's soul has been stuffed into a young man's body, which seems neither fish nor fowl.

When Hai spoke, the audience was a little further away, and the people in black robes gathered together began to discuss in low voices.

"It should be Hai by now."

"Wei Hu's soul is almost dead."

"Hiss, Xuan."

Amidst the discussion among several people, Hai on the stage looked around with gloomy eyes, and suddenly said, "Where is Wei Zi'an, why don't you hurry up to fight?!"

"I'm coming."

A voice suddenly resounded through the world, the sound was not loud, but it really rang in everyone's mind.

The crowd automatically dispersed along a path, from which two young men and a swordsman in white walked out.

The combination of handsome men and beautiful women made people think that the white-clothed swordsman following them was a guard.

But someone still recognized him.

"Letian Swordsman, Bai Yi?!"

"Brother Bai, Big Brother Bai, Sword Immortal Bai, I finally see you again..."

"Ten years, a full ten years!"

Hearing the words of the people around him, Bai Yi was also taken aback. He thought his story had disappeared in the Jianghu, but he didn't expect anyone to remember him.

Bai Yi held the sword in both hands, with a bright expression on his face, just like ten years ago.

"It's been a long time, everyone, today is my junior brother's competition, please focus on him!"

Bai Yi finally cupped his hands, turned and left.

As chic as the day when the heart of the sword was broken.

"Letian Swordsman, can I still see your sword in the future?!"

Suddenly, a hoarse roar came from the crowd.

Bai Yi paused slightly, and gently rubbed the hand holding the sword.

"Of course, but you can take a look at my junior brother's sword first. After today, his legend will be circulated in the world."

"Will he be the new Rakuten swordsman?"

It can be seen that the man is an obvious fanatic.

"No, it's not."

Bai Yi shook his head lightly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "He's not a new Letian swordsman, he's just himself, a better swordsman than Letian swordsman."

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

Bai Yi, who represents a new generation of kendo leader, actually gave Wei Zi'an such a high evaluation, which made more and more people look forward to it.

At this time, Wei Zi'an had already stepped onto the ring.

Hearing the fanatical roar from the audience, Wei Zian shook his head and chuckled.

There is a generational rivers and lakes, and the rivers and lakes belonging to the seniors have never gone far.

This is still his battlefield.

However, senior brother is a little too fond of himself...

Wei Zi'an gave a wry smile, and lightly stretched out his hand to hold the Jinghong Sword.

The blade of the sword trembled slightly, giving Wei Zi'an the most cordial response.

hum-

The arena suddenly rose up, like a huge rock born out of thin air. On the high platform, there was a strong wind.

The clothes creaked violently, Wei Zi'an's clothes fluttered, and his long hair fluttered.

"You are Wei Zi'an?"

Hai asked in a deep voice, his eyes were cloudy that didn't belong to this age.

Wei Zian looked at the familiar and unfamiliar faces.

Speaking of which, he had no enmity with Wei Hu himself, but seeing him now, Wei Zi'an was still a little dazed.

"Should I call you Wei Hu or Hai?"

The voices of the two would not be heard by the audience, so Wei Zian almost spoke freely.

"It will be all right."

Hai smiled softly, "I am him, and he is me."

What is this, an old man lives in his mind?
It's a pity that Wei Hu was not so lucky, otherwise he would be a proper panel of the hero of the novel.

"I seem to have seen you somewhere."

Hai squinted his eyes slightly, and Wei Zi'an instantly felt an extremely cold gaze scanning his soul. At this moment, the jade pendant hanging on his chest emitted a faint light, and that soul was blocked.

"So it is, so it is."

Hai, who found out what it was, sighed deeply. Others said he was stupid, but he knew what he was doing.

I didn't expect to find it here after searching for half my life, but it's a pity that the current self is no longer the former self.

"We've met."

Wei Zi'an nodded slightly, activated the talisman attached to his waist, and even stimulated the spiritual energy in his whole body to the extreme.

"can we start?"

Hai smiled slightly, with a bit of embarrassment in his eyes, but soon recovered his cold calm.

"of course can."

my little master...