Guide to Cats in Xiuxianjie

No sleep for one night.

Although there was a match the next day, Ye Huaijiu didn't feel sleepy at all. He kept thinking about why the two sides who were clearly enemies had such a tacit understanding.

After seeing Xiao Wu in the arena, Ye Huaijiu observed him seriously for the first time, and Xiao Wu also noticed Ye Huaijiu's gaze, "I can't repay you for saving my life. If Master Ye is interested, you can follow me." Let’s go to my hometown for a talk.”

"Your hometown? It's a pity that you are the only one left." Ye Huaijiu seemed to know nothing, as if the person standing opposite him was a young bereaved and massacred boy from Xiguan Village.

Xiao Wu raised his eyebrows, and looked at Ye Huaijiu with some surprise, "One person is enough, after all, I can be regarded as promising now, I believe my parents and fellow villagers will be happy for me."

Ye Huaijiu was already impatient with arguing with Xiao Wu, so he picked up the Silver Moon Whip in his hand and hit it directly in the face, and then executed a decision with his left hand, causing the surrounding aura to vibrate.

Xiao Wu also didn't realize that Ye Huaijiu would make a sudden attack, and took out the long sword in his hand to attack Ye Huaijiu's knee after barely dodging the attack.

Accustomed to Fu'an's orthodox attacks, Ye Huaijiu is extremely uncomfortable with this kind of low-level attacks, and can only dodge. Occasionally, he will hit Xiaowu's body with a soft whip. At least on the surface, Ye Huaijiu is in the upper hand.

Both of their attacks were tepid, and the disciples in the audience were a little bored, so they turned their attention to other arenas. Only the elders sitting on the high stage and everyone who knew something about this matter could do it. Set your sights on this fruitless battle.

"Yehuai wine is very good."

As the organizer of this sect conference, the head of the Tuoyue Sect deservedly sat at the main seat, and the representative of the Southern Region, Shuo Xue, naturally sat at the first place on the lower left side.

"The real Yuecen is overrated. Compared with the one from the Tianbei Mansion, he is still a little worse." Ling Sangzhu is still very realistic about strength, although compared to his peer Ye Huaijiu's strength is indeed extremely high, but Compared with the Mozu, it's still a little bit worse.

The head of Tianbei Mansion, that is, Ge Ziming's master Master Tian Yuan, caressed his beard, "Since that child came to Tianbei Mansion, he has only entered two secret realms, and these two secret realms may At least they all have contact with Junior Brother Ye."

Ye Huaijiu and even these young disciples advanced to Yuanying quite suddenly, and the elders of the master's school will not have time to give them names in the future, so they can only be replaced by surnames.

"Master Shuo Xue came to the Northern Territory in a hurry, but left quietly. It is really our fault that he failed to entertain Master Uncle." Master Yue Cen suddenly changed the topic to Ling Sangzhu, who was more than ten years ago. That period of time alone in the Northern Ice Field.

Ling Sangzhu ignored the probing eyes of Master Yue Cen, his expression did not change a single bit, as if all his mind was on this competition, "You don't have to worry about what happened more than ten years ago, nephew. , A demon kid who doesn't know his purpose."

"Hey, isn't it just to test the strength of our younger generation, and take a look at our reserve savings in the Tianhe Secret Realm by the way." The scorching sun faction Yanzheng is famous, and his temper is quite explosive, because the scorching sun faction's exercises are all based on sunlight Yin, so he has a majestic righteousness. Although he has a bad temper, no sect is willing to do evil with him.

"However, Uncle Shuoxue, since you had already discovered this little devil, why didn't you kill him on the spot instead of allowing him to investigate our old background?" Master Yanzheng clenched his fists tightly, as if he was about to be hammered to death in the next moment. Xiao Wu in Ye Huai's wine competition.

Xiao Wu on the ring seemed to have noticed the unkind eyes of Master Yanzheng, turned his head to look at Master Yanzheng, then grinned, showing two rows of neat big white teeth, seeing that Master Yanzheng was bleeding to his forehead.

"Damn it, this kid is provoking me!" Master Yanzheng raised his fist and stood up.

"Yanzheng!" Ling Sangzhu said in a low voice, "Now is not the time, the enemy is in the open, and I am in the dark. It is not good for us to tear our faces."

Sitting under Ling Sangzhu, Master Shuo Yun glanced at Ling Sangzhu in surprise. His junior brother who had a hot temper and only knew how to restrain him with a sword would say such things, and Shuo Yun felt a little unspeakable sadness in his heart.

And the child who was sent into the demon clan by them, hasn't had a good day all these years...

The elders here have different minds, and the two standing on the ring are fighting fiercely. Although they haven't displayed their real strength, their moves are rigorous, and there is something special about them carefully.

"Senior brother is good at strength these days." Gao Chen smiled, as if nothing could break the mask on his face.

Seeing this, Fu An nodded, "Master Ye seems to have become enlightened recently, or he has mastered it."

"The sense of oppression his breath gives me is not just in the Nascent Soul Stage."

"En." Gao Chen pointed to Xiao Wu who was fighting with Ye Huaijiu, "If you are in the Nascent Soul stage, how can you not lose the wind with the remnants of the Demon Race?"

"The remnant?" This is the first time Fu An has heard of this name, even from his own master. Originally, what made him most curious was Ye Huaijiu, but at this time he felt that the three master uncles of Bai Lingu None are simple.

"The survivors are the royal family who survived the war against the demons ten thousand years ago."

Ling Sangzhu took off the red clothes that represented his identity, but the soul that lived in the red clothes moved to another place.

"The emperors of the demon clan are different from ordinary demon clan. They can transform into real human bodies, but the human body is a drag for them, which is not conducive to fighting, and orphans are not common."

"This remnant doesn't look very powerful." Although in the eyes of most people, the two are evenly matched, but Ling Sangzhu can see that Ye Huaijiu is a little more relaxed, and even this battle is led by Ye Huaijiu, just to let everyone See clearly the details of the fight between the two.

"Under what circumstances do you think the demons will choose to do their best to keep the dying person?"

"wisdom."

"Back then, the demons relied on brute force to break through the defense line of the Purple Feather Continent. However, after we resisted, we found that the demons could only use brute force. They couldn't think. The only person with a little bit of wisdom was their holy preceptor. .”

"Xiao Wu is the holy preceptor of the demon clan?" Ling Sangzhu was a little suspicious. If such an important person was directly sent to the human race as an undercover agent, is this courting death?

"What do you think a holy preceptor is?"

Without waiting for Ling Sangzhu to respond, the voice continued: "The most important thing for a holy preceptor is actually the brain. All demons can become holy preceptors, because they were all blessed by the holy preceptor when they were born, but the so-called Blessings are actually parasitic."

"So, strictly speaking, the holy preceptor of the demons is immortal. At most, he is in a deep sleep. He has been asleep for 1 years this time. His awakening also means that the horn of the demons' counterattack is about to sound."

After listening to the other party's analysis, Ling Sangzhu was silent for a moment, and finally asked the question that had been hidden in his heart for a long time, "Is it you who led me to the ice field?"

"Yes."

"Then you also know his identity?"

"know."

Ling Sangzhu nodded and stopped asking, but the other party couldn't help it, "You don't want to ask?"

"Is it important? He is my little nephew after all. I carried him out of the ice field. Who can take it away from me?" That mighty Ling Sangzhu is always there, but the years have polished his edges and corners. Smooth, at this moment facing the person he cares about, he showed his edge again.

While everyone was talking, the fight between Xiao Wu and Ye Huaijiu was coming to an end. Originally, everyone thought that the meeting between the two ended in a draw, but they didn't expect that Xiao Wu would take the initiative to admit defeat.

"I have been looking forward to a competition with you, but now after the competition, there is a sense of emptiness. It is better to miss each other." After admitting defeat, Xiao Wu directly left the competition area and returned to the Tianbei Mansion domain. At this moment, Ge Ziming's expression was complicated, I always felt that I was leading the wolf into the house. Although the master said that this was a joint decision of several sects, he couldn't bear it in his heart, so he didn't give the other party a look after Xiao Wu came over.

But Xiao Wu didn't care much, and stood beside Ge Ziming, "Brother, a good bird chooses a tree to live in."

Ge Ziming turned around with a sneer and left, "There are no more mountains and forests, so where are the good birds?"

This is the end of the first stage of Nascent Soul Stage competition, and the second stage is no longer a simple fighting competition, after all, real life-and-death fighting is completely different from martial arts.

While the elders of each sect were preparing, the promoted disciples also sneaked in and got together.

Ye Huaijiu and Yin Zhuo are at the top, and Fu'an Shanchao sits next to them.

The stream is gurgling, and the water is flowing, but what everyone in the cultivation world is talking about is not poetry and songs, but cultivation.

"Junior Brother Fu'an's swordsmanship is really unique, and he deserves to be in the same lineage as Master Shuo Xue's uncle." Shan Chao was a smooth person, and he found Fu'an without talking to senior people like Ye Huaijiu, and was of the same generation as him. In terms of identity, the two have similar cultivation bases, and what's more, their temperaments are not far from each other.

Fu An felt the same way, he had nothing to talk to people like Yin Zhuo, and it was unnecessary to be too familiar with Ye Huaijiu on this occasion, and only Shan Chao could talk to him after counting.

"Brother Shan Chao is not bad, it's just that you and I have different swordsmanship." Fu An raised his glass with Shan Chao.

Although Shan Chao lost to Fu An in the competition, he thinks that his strength is not inferior to Fu An. Now that Fu An is so aware of current affairs, he is more interested in making friends, "After the Zongmen Conference is over, I want to go out to practice. I wonder if Junior Brother Fu An is willing to go with me? "

Fu An glanced at Ye Huaijiu first, and then thought for a moment, "Since Senior Brother Shan invited me, there is no reason for Junior Brother not to go. After the baby-making ceremony is over, I will go north to look for it."

"It's a pity that everyone's birth time is not too far away this time, and I'm afraid I won't be able to go to congratulate my junior brother on the birth ceremony." Those who are always sympathetic to each other.

Ye Huaijiu and Yin Zhuo over there were not idle either. Yin Zhuo couldn't talk to others, but with Ye Huaijiu, there were endless topics to talk about.

"I don't know what the elders of the second stage are thinking." Ye Huaijiu chatted with Yin Zhuo while nibbling on the spiritual fruit.

Yin Zhuo's sitting posture is dignified. He raised his glass and sipped lightly. Every sip and peck showed an extraordinary demeanor, "Actual combat."

"Well, you're right. A simple competition doesn't mean much. Everyone won't release ultimate moves, so naturally they won't master them. The best training is to really put yourself in a dangerous situation."

Ye Huaijiu chatted happily with Yin Zhuo, Shan Chao and Fu An looked at each other in blank dismay, "How did your uncle hear so many meanings from my uncle's words?"

"The word confidant, that's it." Fu An looked at the taciturn Yin Zhuo and the talkative Ye Huaijiu. Some of them may have never heard of it, but once they meet, they become good friends who talk about everything.