Su Xingyue felt thwarted but did not get angry, obediently sitting to one side.
She stealthily glanced at her brother-in-law’s side profile, silently envying her sister.
She wondered when she herself would find such an outstanding other half.
The mont they arrived ho, Ye Fei imdiately surveyed the surroundings.
The nearly dozen covert watchers were all sent by the Ministry of War.
Small stall owners, the fruit shop’s boss, and a group of people playing chess by the roadside—they all cast occasional glances towards Ye Fei’s house.
It seed that last ti’s incident had made them extrely vigilant.
Wang Jianglong showed up at the doorstep of Ye Fei’s house, obviously having waited for quite so ti.
"Are you done with your business? It’s ti to leave,"
the Qi Yuan Competition was, after all, inevitable.
Ye Fei replied, "Let settle a few things with my family, and I’ll be ready to go."
Su Yueru was spirited and confident; there was nothing to worry about.
As long as the current business of the Su Family could maintain its course, plus the effect of the Beauty Enhancent Pill given by Ye Fei, it was bound to improve.
After putting his family matters in order, Ye Fei then set off with Wang Jianglong.
This ti, the Qi Yuan Competition took place in Canglang State; they needed to take a plane to get there.
On the plane, Wang Jianglong was obviously worried for Ye Fei.
"Your first opponent is Wang Yang; he’s from the Shenyou Palace..."
"No need to worry,"
Ye Fei interrupted Wang Jianglong, resting with his eyes closed.
Wang Jianglong, having a belly full of words, could only continue to hold them back.
As the eldest son of the Wang Family, Wang Yang naturally knew of his younger brother being crippled and the extermination of the Wang Family.
Yi Wujie’s power was imnse, and by aligning with several parties and internal friends from the Ancient Martial Arts Association, he pressed down the matter.
But that did not an that Wang Yang would go easy in the competition.
One must know that he ca from the strongest sect in the thirty-six southern states, Shenyou Palace.
All who erged from there were formidable beings.
Wang Jianglong couldn’t help but worry for Ye Fei.
When the plane arrived in Canglang State, the weather grew cooler, but the number of people increased.
All around were important, bustling officials of high rank.
All the upper class had co for the Qi Yuan Competition.
This Qi Yuan Competition was not just a widely anticipated competition.
It was also a form of war without smoke, between the different states.
"Ye Fei, Han Guang and Luo Qiuyu are already waiting for you at the hotel—let’s go have a al before heading over,"
Ye Fei, after musing for a mont, replied, "I’ve got so things to take care of, I’ll find you guys later."
Wang Jianglong looked stunned, but he did not stop him, only reminding to be mindful of the ti.
After leaving the airport, Ye Fei casually checked into a guesthouse.
He turned on the computer and entered a series of passwords to access the Ancient Martial Arts Association’s network.
In his view,
a video.
On the screen, a young man’s face was contorted in a fierce howl.
Wang Yang!
One could see him dressed in the distinctive white battle robe of Shenyou Palace, brimming with fury.
"Ye Fei, I have an irreconcilable enmity with him!"
"A re son-in-law from a secular family dares to shalessly participate in the Qi Yuan Competition—ridiculous!"
"At that ti, I’ll make sure he finds no place for his corpse!"
The rage on Wang Yang’s face was evident to anyone.
He did not ntion the Wang Family’s affair, for he dared not.
Yet, he was confident he could kill Ye Fei.
However, Ye Fei was utterly disdainful.
Afterward, Ye Fei took out the piece of teoric iron filled with ancient sword intent given by Yi Wujie.
Ye Fei felt that this sword intent originated from Earth.
Yet it was found on a piece of teorite from beyond the stars.
Baffling.
Could it have co from an ancient powerful being who ascended beyond, and with a single sword strike brought down a teor?
Imdiately, Ye Fei took out the Evil-Slaying Sword.
This sword now had a weakened spirit, flickering in and out of existence.
If he could infuse the sword intent from the teoric iron into it, perhaps it would regain its vitality!
The Primordial Technique.
Fla from the palm!
Whoosh!
A cyan-white fla rose from Ye Fei’s palm, exuding a terrifying aura.
"Is this the extent of my fla? I’m really pathetically weak now,"
Ye Fei mocked himself and, without further hesitation, placed the teoric iron in the palm fla.
The teoric iron slowly began to lt.
And that terrifying sword intent surged out imdiately.
For a mont, the sword intent and the Evil-Slaying Sword touched one another.
Boom!
An ancient and intense aura surged forth, heading straight for Ye Fei.
"How intense!"
The Evil-Slaying Sword was buzzing, clearly incompatible with this sword intent.
Ye Fei frowned deeply. "Why?"
The Evil-Slaying Sword, a sword that vanquishes evil.
Could this sword intent... co from an ancient evil entity?
Suddenly, Ye Fei raised his eyebrows.
"Just a sword, and you think to defy ?"
He imdiately took the sword in his left hand and slowly approached the sword intent.
In that instant, the reaction grew even more violent.
The Evil-Slaying Sword instantly sprouted long spikes from the hilt, piercing through Ye Fei’s palm, causing blood to flow imdiately.
However, Ye Fei roared, unmoved by the pain.
If he couldn’t subdue a re sword, how would he achieve great things?
"rge!"
With a thunderous shout, it echoed to the heavens.
In an instant, the wind and clouds transford, and the entire room was filled with light.
The space buzzed with noise, and ti seed to lose its aning.
Finally.
After a mont,
the Evil-Slaying Sword retracted its spikes, returning to tranquility.
The sword had changed in appearance.
From hilt to tip, it was divided into two halves, black and white distinguished.
Good and evil, in harmony.
Ye Fei smiled softly, holding the longsword, scrutinizing it closely.
But when he gripped the hilt tightly, he felt a trendous suction force surge toward him.
His Spiritual Power was actually being absorbed by the longsword.
How domineering!
Ye Fei snorted coldly, then laughed loudly.
"You think you can overpower ?"
With that, he exerted a bit of force, and the True Qi was wrested back.
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