Chapter 902: Meeting of Wind and Cloud
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Chapter 902: Meeting of Wind and Cloud
Time passed slowly, and it was the next day in a blink of an eye.
The square of the Xiazhongtian War Soul Hall has already been crowded with people. Today is a grand day, that is the beginning of the Southern Territory Competition.
It has been a full month since Xiao Fan and the others entered the Peerless Holy City. During this month, because of Xiao Fan's arrival, too many things have happened in the Peerless Holy City.
Even, because of Xiao Fan, great changes have taken place in this year's Southern Territory Grand Competition. Not only people from the Hall of Battle Souls can participate, but people from other three palaces and three pavilions can also participate.
Therefore, compared to the previous Southern Region Grand Competition, the number of people this time was several times larger, and the square, which could accommodate tens of thousands of people, seemed very crowded.
"This year's Southern Region Grand Competition is much more lively than previous ones. Even the Holy City's Eight Juns and Sijiao participated."
"It's not only more lively, but also more cruel and intense. I don't know how many people will survive in the end."
"I heard that Xiao Fan can only be accepted by the Hall of Battle Souls if he wins the first place in the Southern Territory Grand Competition. This is not an ordinary difficulty."
"Some people are just looking for their own death. The Hall of Battle Souls invited him on its own initiative. If he didn't join, it's a good thing now, but he turned to ask the Hall of Battle Souls instead."
"If he can really win the first place, it is estimated that the Temple of the God of War may take the initiative to invite him. Naturally, the Ling family dare not do anything to him. It doesn't matter whether he joins the Temple of the God of War or not!"
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The crowd talked about Xiao Fan's affairs everywhere, and Xiao Fan made too much noise these days. Almost no one in the entire Peerless Holy City didn't know Xiao Fan's name.
However, many people still looked like they were watching the show, they really wanted to see how Xiao Fan would end.
Of course, there are also many people who disdain Xiao Fan very much. In their eyes, they still only see the Eight Horses of the Holy City. After all, many people have not seen Xiao Fan's strength with their own eyes, but have only heard of his name.
"Look, isn't that Ye Linchen? Who are those two people next to him?"
"I don't know any of these, but that fairy-like woman is Ye Tianxue, one of the four beauties of the holy city, and that young man in white clothes who looks like a banished fairy is Ye Changsheng, who ranks second among the eight horses of the holy city!"
Someone exclaimed, and then many people looked towards the sky, where three figures were walking through the air.
The leader was Ye Linchen, his expression was very indifferent, his eyes were full of ruthlessness, as if someone owed him millions of top-quality soul stones.
When he landed, the monks around gave up a space one after another, not daring to offend this fierce god.
Not far behind him, there is a man and a woman, the man is dressed in white robes, his eyebrows are like two sharp swords, his temples are grizzled, his face is like a jade crown, he is very handsome.
His eyes were as bright as the stars, and his whole body exuded a sky-high arrogance, but also a bit of vicissitudes, which did not match his age. You don't need to think about it, you know, this person is Ye Changsheng!
As for the other woman, under her slender jade neck, her breasts were like fat white jade, her waist was full, and her body was covered by a white skirt, outlining her graceful and perfect figure.
Just looking at this figure, one can't help but commit a crime. Even that peerless face is the dream lover of many male monks.
But when he felt the cold aura emanating from her body, no man dared to approach her within two meters, his eyes were colorless, more indifferent than Ye Linchen.
"Ye Tianxue seems to be getting more terrifying, and her aura is getting colder." Someone secretly sighed.
When Ye Tianxue fell to the ground, many people in the square fled away one after another. The fear of Ye Tianxue was even more terrifying than Ye Linchen.
Ye Tianxue's expression was cold, and she didn't care about the gazes of the monks around her, only Ye Changsheng dared to stand near her.
At this moment, several figures flew over in the distance. If Xiao Fan saw them, he would definitely recognize them. Among these people were Su Mohan and Su Moxuan, Dugu Changfeng, Gongsun Ye, Yuchi Chaoxie, Lei Hao, Ling Tian and so on.
Several people came back from all directions, and finally landed on the square one by one. The crowd all made room for them, and their eyes were filled with awe.
These people are all geniuses in the Hall of Battle Souls, they are not something ordinary people like them can offend.
"Dugu Changfeng, did you wash your neck? This time I will definitely kill you." Su Mohan broke through to the middle stage of Emperor Zhan, and became more confident, looking at Dugu Changfeng playfully.
A few days ago, his strength was not much stronger than Dugu Changfeng, but now, Su Mohan believes that he can easily defeat Dugu Changfeng.
"It's not sure who will kill who." Dugu Changfeng snorted coldly, hating Su Mohan.
Su Mohan was about to say something, but Su Moxuan stared back at the words that came to her lips. Su Moxuan looked around, as if she was looking for something.
"Sister, you are not looking for Xiao Fan, are you?" Su Mohan said through voice transmission, acting as if I understood you.
"Go away." Su Moxuan snorted softly, but he pondered in his heart: "Except for Zhan Tianlong, all the Eight Horsemen of the Holy City have come, hey, isn't that Jiang Tianyun's son Jiang Youyue, isn't he Have you entered the Temple of War God, why did you come to participate in the Southern Territory Grand Competition?"
Su Moxuan's eyes fell on a young man in black robe. The young man in black robe looked very inconspicuous, but Su Moxuan's strength was not low, and she knew him, so it was obvious at a glance.
In addition, several people's eyes fell on this person, and their eyes were full of surprise. Jiang Youyue, who is from the Temple of War God, entering the Temple of War God is the dream of everyone present.
Isn't it cheating for such a person to come to participate in the Southern Region Grand Competition?
"Could it be that he came to deal with Xiao Fan on purpose?" Su Moxuan's face darkened instantly when she thought of Jiang Tianyun's embarrassment to Xiao Fan.
"Xiao Fan is really in trouble this time, even Jiang Youyue is here, and it's probably not the only one." Su Mohan's expression also became stern.
To enter the Temple of War God, one must at least have the peak strength of the Emperor of War. Jiang Youyue is less than 30 years old, and to be able to break through the peak of the Emperor of War at such a young age, his combat power is absolutely terrifying.
"Where is Xiao Fan, don't you dare to come?" At this time, a cold voice came from not far away, and Ling Tian's cold eyes scanned the surroundings, looking for Xiao Fan's trace.
In just two days, all the injuries on Ling Tian's body have recovered, and his momentum has become stronger. In order for Ling Tian to catch up with the Southern Region Grand Competition and kill Xiao Fan, the Ling family probably paid a lot of money.
Seeing this, the surrounding monks also searched among the crowd one after another, but after searching for a long time, they really didn't see any trace of Xiao Fan. Could it be that Xiao Fan really didn't dare to come?
"I thought Xiao Fan was really fearless, and he was ready to back down before the Southern Territory Grand Competition really started?" Another person said, looking at the reputation, it was a young man with a swollen face. Gongsun Ye who was fainted by Xiao Fan's slap.
Although his father warned him not to offend Xiao Fan, he still hated Xiao Fan in his heart and wished he could kill him immediately.
"Look, isn't that Xiao Fan?" As soon as Gongsun Ye finished speaking, a voice rang out from the crowd, and many people looked up, but saw three figures flying from a distance.
Looking at one of the three figures, Gongsun Ye felt a burning pain on his face.