The clouds and mists are beginning to open, the morning sun is warm on the face, and the purple clouds are so beautiful.
The martial arts field built by piles of bluestones covers an area of hundreds of acres. It is a kind of majestic and majestic atmosphere from centuries of precipitation.
“Huh…” The youth’s clear voice kept oscillating in the air, and people couldn’t help but boil with blood.
In this wide martial arts field, tens of thousands of Tsing Yi youths are practising martial arts, tempering their bodies, and when their figures are turning, it seems that there are thousands of horses galloping, and the momentum is horrible; in the dance of fists and feet, it seems that there are dragons and tigers jumping, fighting for dominance in the mountains.
From time to time, Tsing Yi youths breathe out spiritual energy cross-legged, and there seems to be a certain mysterious aura between heaven and earth, strengthening their muscles, bones, flesh, and blood, making their bodies emit thunderous sounds from time to time.
In the center of the martial arts field, a white jade platform with a height of three feet and a width of one hundred meters stands majestically. On this white jade platform, dozens of young people in white are sitting cross-legged, and the blood of each young man in white is surging like a tiger. Like a leopard, the aura of heaven and earth turned into the infuriating vitality of the whole body. Looking carefully, these dozens of white-clothed teenagers gathered a purple-clothed teenager who was breathing cross-legged aura of heaven and earth in the center like stars arched over the moon.
The purple-clothed youth has a handsome face like a demon, with thin lips, gently lifted up, giving a feeling of domineering, but his blood is billowing like wolf smoke, and his body is full of strength like a surging river. , All the aura of heaven and earth like a storm is absorbed by his physical body, turning into billowing qi, blood and true power.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, as if a sharp blade pierced the void, and an aura of force overwhelmed the audience. All the youths in Tsing Yi and the youth in white felt as if they were being stared at by a scourge. He looked at the purple-clothed boy on the white jade platform, but the purple-clothed boy ignored the expressions of all the boys and only looked at the east side of the martial arts field with admiration.
There, a fifteen or six-year-old girl in a green shirt is full and graceful, with her skin like snow, bright eyes and white teeth, and she is as beautiful as an immortal, she has a slender figure, and her temperament is empty. Immature, but all over his body exudes the charm of the country and the city.
“Hua…Hua Shixian, no…Hua…Senior Sister!” A boy in Tsing Yi spit out these words intermittently, with a look of dementia and a little admiration.
“Sister Hua is so beautiful!”
“It’s more than beautiful, it’s so beautiful! I wish she could take a look at me.”
“Stop dreaming! It is said that Senior Sister Hua started practicing at the age of eight. She developed zhenqi in her body at the age of ten. She was a physical psychic at the age of thirteen. She broke through the pre-spiritual realm at fourteen and became an inner disciple. Breaking through the records of the pre-spiritual realm, he is now the ten strongest disciple of the inner sect, and his cultivation is unfathomable.”
The purple-clothed boy on the white jade platform leaped forward like a tiger and leopard, spanning a distance of hundreds of meters in the blink of an eye, and fell in front of the green-shirted girl in a graceful posture, clasping his fists and saluting, his handsome face smiled slightly. Said: “Inner disciple Zhou Ming, I have met Sister Hua.”
The eyes of flowers, poems, fairies and autumn water, like waves and mirrors, said lightly: “Junior Brother Zhou doesn’t need to be polite.”
Zhou Ming didn’t care about Hua Shixian’s indifferent tone, but looked sharply at the dozens of disciples in white clothes on the Baiyu Platform, and snorted coldly: “You guys don’t come down and meet Senior Sister Hua.”
A dozen young people in white clothes, like sly rabbits, agile and agile, each respectfully clasped their fists: “I have seen Sister Hua.”
Hua Shixian was about to respond, but suddenly heard a loud noise.
Next, an embarrassed figure fell from a cave like an arrow from a string to the bluestone ground of the martial arts field.
There was a weird silence for a while.
In an instant, the girl in green shirt Ling Ran leaped up, light as a swallow, treacherous as a butterfly, catching the embarrassed figure in the complicated gazes of everyone’s surprise, envy, and jealousy.
Falling like a fairy of nine days, floating out of dust, falling down like a waterfall of ink-haired shawl, so beautiful that it is not a world-famous firework, and all the amazing expressions of all the teenagers are solidified on their faces.
Yang Ran stared blankly, ignorant of the envy, jealousy and hatred of others, then raised his head, a flawless and delicate face came into view.
The most eye-catching thing is a pair of clear, bright, tender eyes, which make people can’t help but indulge in them. The temperament is noble and elegant, and Yang Ran can’t help but feel a little silly.
With a wave of Hua Shixian’s hand, she lifted Yang Ran up with a soft force, and Qiu Mou also looked up and down at the young man in front of her.
In her Tsing Yi, she looks like a willow, she has a thin body, a beautiful face, a mediocre aptitude, a restrained brilliance, and nothing surprising, but her black eyes are as clear as water, and she looks from the depths of this young boy’s eyes. To a kind of persistent madness and sharp edge!
At this moment, the two eyes collided, and this moment seemed to be eternal.
Suddenly, Hua Shixian’s autumn eyes were bent into crescents, and she smiled, smiled Qingcheng, smiled the country, and smiled the boy’s heart.
This smile attracted the hot eyes of all the teenagers, and their expressions were all demented.
On the silent martial arts field, only the heartbeat of “dongdong” and the sound of “gudong! Gudong” swallowing frantically.
Zhou Ming’s eyes were flushed with jealous fire, as if he was about to eat people. This rubbish, not even an outer disciple, made the goddess in his mind smile, and his handsome face was distorted and terrifying.
Next to Zhou Ming, a young man dressed in white and elegantly dressed as Xue Xue said in a low voice: “Brother Zhou, or I will…” said he put his hand on his neck and stroked it.
“It’s troublesome! Why don’t you care about the waste of a post-spiritual triple forging soul cultivation base!” Zhou Ming said disdainfully and deliberately let Yang Ran hear it.
“Tsk tusk! This Yang Ran has practiced for five years, and only cultivated to the third level of the post-spiritual realm. It’s really a waste!”
“I heard that he went to the Eighteen Bronze Caves ninety-nine times in the past five years. So far, the longest time he insisted was on the fifteenth of this month, and he only persisted for half an hour! Wow haha… That’s amazing!”
“More than that! I also heard that he is the first named disciple of the Biyun Sect in the history of the Blue Cloud Sect. He is really a waste of waste!”
In order to curry favor with Zhou Ming, a disciple of the inner sect, a group of white-clothed youths kept flattering him, deliberately following his mind, doing all the vicious words, ridiculing and ridiculing Yang Ran.
Yang Ran turned a deaf ear to everyone’s contempt, ridicule, and sarcasm.
The former Yang Ran was initially ridiculed, humiliated, and fought back angrily, but the counterattack was broken because of lack of strength, which brought greater humiliation. Since then, when he is bullied, he will only be silent. The silence was numb, leaving only intense humiliation and unwillingness.
But, he is now! This is no longer the same Yang Ran! His expression was indifferent and calm, Gu Jing had no waves, but his eyes were full of wild wolf craziness and bloodthirsty!
“Enough!” Hua Shixian’s pretty face is slightly cold, green shirt is flying, the powerful aura belonging to the spirit mirror oppresses the entire martial arts field, the voice is clear, like a yellow oriole coming out of the valley Mingcui, pleasant to the ear, but the tone is full of indignation. .
Everyone was like a light on their backs, and they were silent as a chill.
Hua Shixian’s tone was soft, Qiu Miao looked at Yang Ran tightly, and said softly: “Are you all right!”
Indifferently waved at Hua Shixian, Yang Ran quietly turned and left.
He will not be narcissistic and think that if people save him, they just have a good impression of him!
That’s impossible, because in this world where the strong are respected, the difference in strength between him and her is too far, there is a world of difference!
However, one day their gap will no longer be far away, and he believes…that day will not be far away!