Ling Yingxi stopped in front of a newly built wooden house on the hillside of Difeng. Butterflies were flying around the house, and they were surrounded by cliffs and rivers, which was a scene of cultivating their body and mind. She said to Ling Xiaozhang: "Let Ji Yuehan live here. We have many new houses that have just been built."

Ling Xiaojie's eyes were fixed on several passing women of Guyun Sect, staring at their graceful figures and staring straight at them.

Ling Yingxi was a little dissatisfied and reminded: "Looking at you, you can't stay for a long time. This is Ji Yuehan's residence."

Ling Xiaojie leaned up to Ling Yingxi with a shy face and said, "Look, you and Ling Xi have been together for so long. You can't ignore me, what if you let me stay here."

"It's up to you." Ling Yingxi looked at the figure walking towards her faintly: "If Sister Zi Lan agrees, you can stay here."

"Sister Zi Lan, who is it? Let me talk to you."

"Hehehehe." A series of pleasant chuckles, Zi Lan appeared in front of Ling Xiaojie. Her figure out of the beautiful robe and a pair of light pink erect ears made Ling Xiaojie stupid.

"You are Ling Xi's brother's brother? You look as cute as him." Zi Lan reached out her hand with a bad taste, and Ling Xiaojie subconsciously grabbed it. Zi Lan's hands were quite delicate and maintained as silk as silk, which made Ling Xiaojie unable to help but hold it tight.

Ling Xiaozhi forgot to let go for a moment, and it was not until an unbearable pain came from his palm before he pulled back. He glanced at his palm, and the palm turned black.

"I would like to remind you that any man who touches my body will die of poisoning, no exception." Zi Lan's light and elongated tone.

Ling Xiaozhang felt a sense of powerlessness, his body was trembling constantly, and said with a pale face: "Yingxi, you have to save me."

Seeing this, Ji Yuehan anxiously wanted to plead for Ling Xiaozhuo. Ling Yingxi secretly grabbed her hand and reminded her that she was not seriously injured.

Ling Xiaojie's eyes became more and more blurred, and she lay in a daze on the ground and fell asleep.

Ji Yuehan stepped forward to check Ling Xiaozhe and asked Ling Yingxi worriedly: "Sister Yingxi, what's wrong with him?"

"Don't worry, just let him sleep for a while, and I will take him out of the Difeng later. I can't tell that this little pervert is quite stupid." Zi Lan used her soul to drag the sleeping Ling Xiaojie aside and smiled indifferently.

"He wasn't like this before." Ling Yingxi said in confusion.

"No matter how he was before, your Ling Xi is the best anyway, right?" Zi Lan poked Ling Yingxi's cheek with her finger and teased.

"Sister Zi Lan, please don't make such jokes." Ling Yingxi's cheeks were slightly red and her expression pretended to be cold.

"I understand. Just leave this little pervert to Ling Xi to deal with it."

On the other end, Pingding Mountain. Ling Xi changed back to his spiritual outfit and was entangled by Adoji.

"Come and fight me! Let me tell you, I'm better than you now."

Ling Xi looked at Adoji a few times and knew that he had just opened up his soul. The fellow practitioners of the Three Dharmas were so excited. "Sorry, let's talk about it tomorrow. I still have something to deal with today."

"No! If you don't beat me today, I'd rather leave this." Adorji deliberately punched him and attacked Ling Xi's abdomen.

Ling Xi had no choice but to take action helplessly, raised his palm to block the punch, pushed his fist to the side, and pressed all the souls that spread across the sky on Adorji.

Adoji suddenly felt his body being pressed by a heavy burden and his movements were much slower. Even if his own soul was released to resist, it would be like a stone sinking into the sea and could not cause any turmoil.

Ling Xi then hit her knees, stuck Adorji's chin and neck with both hands, and twisted to the right.

With a crisp sound of bones, Adorgi's head was empty and he couldn't remember anything. Then he felt a severe pain in his neck and quickly squatted down to support his neck.

"It's okay, I'll just be sad for a few days. I'll make you bother me." Ling Xi was a small punishment.

"Ling Xi, it's very good." Haoyun stood aside and applauded.

"Senior Brother Haoyun." Ling Xi then found that Haoyun was standing aside. He obviously saw Ling Xi's small punishment changed from a killer move.

Haoyun took off the spear behind him, danced around, stirring up the sound of wind in Pingding Mountain, and he also wanted to take action.

Ling Xi didn't know when Haoyun became as bellicose as Adorji, so he quickly took a step back and refused and said, "Senior Brother Haoyun, I'm really busy. Please find someone else in the matter of competition."

"I'm stuck in the Ninth Stage of Cultivation, and I can't move forward and retreat. Elder Haoran said that I would find a even opponent to fight to break through the barrier. You might as well do me a favor and fight with me." Haoyun pointed the tip of his spear at Ling Xi's chest, showing his sharpness and smiled.

A black long sword appeared in Ling Xi's hand and agreed, "Since Senior Brother Haoyun needs me, I'd better obey my duty than respect."

"We are not allowed to fight privately here, let's go to the Tianfeng Arena." Haoyun glanced at the headless statue and said.

"Okay." Ling Xi agreed immediately.

In the ring, the two of them each occupy a corner and confront each other speechlessly in the ring that is hundreds of feet wide.

"Look! It's Ling Xi! He's back!"

"And Haoyun, what are they doing in the ring?"

"What if he doesn't matter, there is a rare show to watch. Don't you want it?"

The more people gathered in the arena, they all came to hear the names of Ling Xi and Haoyun. This group of people were curious about who Ling Xi and Haoyun were the strongest of the younger generation and were qualified to be the representatives of the Guyun Sect generation.

"Haoyun has a deep realm and a solid foundation. He has always been the strongest man in the younger generation before Ling Xi entered the sect. But Ling Xi is also a famous madman who surpassed the level and was valued by the sect leader. It is hard to say which of the two loses and who wins."

"Brother Ling Xi, did you hear it? They are all talking about you." Haoyun smiled.

Ling Xi didn't care about the remarks of these people, but he found a strange figure in the crowd.

The man carried eight long swords at the same time, his face covered with iron, and his eyes were staring at Ling Xi coldly through the only eye socket holes, which made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Who is he?" Ling Xi Chaohaoyun asked.

"I don't know, maybe it's the seniors of the generation of Master Zi Lan. They live in seclusion on weekdays, so it's normal that they haven't seen each other."

Ling Xi did not continue to ask, and secretly took care of this person. This person always gave Ling Xi an indescribable feeling, which made Ling Xi feel palpitations.

"Come on, Ling Xi!" Haoyun shot a gun on the ground, and surging flames spread under his feet, approaching Ling Xi.

Ling Xi knew very well that Haoyun's realm was higher than him, and that he was a fellow practitioner of Yuan Ling's Dharma Body, so he did not dare to hold back and released Yuan Ling.

The frosted ground touched the flames of Haoyun, splashing countless sparks, mixing the eyes. Either the flames grind the ice layer, or the ice layer frozen the ground, breaking the roots of the burning flames. The ice and fire fighting are very exciting.

"Okay!" Someone below couldn't help but cheer, leading others.

The cheers were endless and they began to be divided into two factions. Most of them were applauding Haoyun, and only a few voices of praise for Ling Xi were drowned in the ocean of others.

Ling Xi has not been in the sect for many years, and none of these brothers are familiar with him. On the contrary, Haoyun's prestige has always been at the top among the crowd. Everyone is willing to ask Haoyun for help if they have anything, rather than Ling Xi, who is not in the sight of the head and the tail of the dragon.

Haoyun was obviously not affected by the shouts below, and he smiled at Ling Xi and said, "Brother Ling Xi, right, your Yuan Ling has also broken through to the Spirit Cultivation Realm?"

The ice layer spreading under Ling Xi's feet was gradually overwhelmed by Haoyun's flames. After all, the realm was there. Haoyun was at the ninth stage of spiritual cultivation and was at the peak of the spiritual cultivation realm. Ling Xi was only a spiritual cultivation section, which could not even reach Little Chengdu.

Ling Xi stepped on, and a fire that was rushing from the ground was raised to block the ground. Haoyun pierced through the earth wall with a shot and approached Ling Xi.

Ling Xi had no advantageous weapons in his hand, so he won as he could do whatever he wanted, so he summoned a few local soldiers and held long swords to fight Haoyun.

The spear easily pierced through the body of a local soldier, splashing dozens of spiritual energy from the tip of the spear, shattering all local soldiers. "It's this move again." Ling Xi saw this trick again, missed a piece of spiritual energy, and stabbed Haoyun with his sword.

Haoyun pushed away with the gun, just in line with Ling Xi's intention. He summoned a short sword with his other hand and attacked Haoyun from both sides at the same time. Haoyun had his own way of dealing with it, and flames emerged from his hands and attacked Ling Xi's chest.

Ling Xi was unwilling to exchange his injuries for injuries, so he withdrew his offensive and distanced himself from Haoyun.

"Haha! OK." Haoyun shouted excitedly. He faintly realized that his realm barrier was loosening, and he couldn't wait to rush up.

The two of them fought hard to tell the outcome in the ring, and the people in the audience could only barely see the afterimage clearly.

One shot and one sword were fighting, and the lightning splashed, and the Yuanling and spiritual energy flew out everywhere, even spreading outside the ring.

Two surging spiritual energy fluctuations rose at the same time, and Ling Xi and Haoyun both broke through and broke through the barrier. Haoyun withdrew his spear and smiled excitedly: "Brother Ling Xi, thank you!"

Ling Xi gasped heavily, unable to exert his strength, and half-kneeled and inserted the sword to the ground, slowly regaining his spiritual power.

"Brother Ling Xi? Are you okay?" Haoyun asked with concern when he saw this.

"It's okay, just take a break for a while. It's also my blessing to break through." Ling Xi stood up, waved the long sword in his hand, and turned it into flying dust.

Ling Xi looked down the arena. The mysterious sword-bearing man had long disappeared. He probably left here when Ling Xi was fighting fiercely.

Late at night, a bright moon hangs quietly in the sky, and the noise of night cicadas chirping in his ears. Ji Liang had already been sleeping in the house, and water flowed out of his mouth was making his own dream.

Ling Xiaozhe and Ling Xi sat on the roof tiles together. Ling Xiaozhe drank a sip of wine and looked at the moon in the sky without saying a word.

"When are you planning to marry Ji Yuehan? I'm still waiting for your wedding wine."

Ling Xiaojie shook her head and refused, "I only treat her as my relative and I don't feel anything else."

"But she likes you, she has liked you for a long time. Are you planning to let her wait for the rest of her life?"

"I still can't forget her, wait a little longer." Ling Xiaojie looked at the moon in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.

Ling Xi knew that he was referring to Qing Mingyue. This regret became a thorn in Ling Xiaojie's heart. It had been pierced for several years but had not been pulled out. Ling Xi could not help him, so he could only rely on Ling Xiaojie to walk out by himself. Ling Xiaojie usually looks heartless, but in fact he is afraid of loneliness. He is different from Ling Xi. Ling Xi has long been used to this thing in years of tempering, but he has not.

"The heart reflects the heart of Kui Zi and the thought of Mingyue, the flowers bloom and leaves fall in the next life." Ling Xi said this, and Ling Xiaojie, who was standing beside him, couldn't help crying, as fragile as a woman, and burst into tears.

Ling Xi felt heavy in his heart. He didn't know if he would be more fragile than Ling Xiaozhang when he lost Ling Yingxi. His soul inadvertently dispersed around and swept a figure.

The figure quickly rushed through the woods, and Ling Xi was shocked to look at him.

Ling Xi clearly sensed that the figure should be the sword-bearing man he had seen before under the ring. I wonder what the man was doing sneakily nearby.
Chapter completed!