Su Xing Yue felt snubbed but she didn’t get angry and obediently sat aside.
She sneaked a glance at her brother-in-law’s profile, feeling a secret envy for her sister.
She wondered when she would be able to find such an outstanding other half for herself.
When the two arrived ho, Ye Fei imdiately surveyed his surroundings.
The nearly dozens of covert guards were all sent by the War Departnt.
Street vendors, fruit store owners, a group of people playing chess on the roadside, their eyes occasionally glanced towards Ye Fei’s ho.
It seed that the events of last ti had put them all on high alert.
Wang Jianglong appeared at the entrance of Ye Fei’s house, obviously having waited for quite so ti.
"Are you done with everything? It’s ti to set out."
The Qian Yuan Grand Competition was ultimately inevitable.
Ye Fei nodded, settled a few things at ho quickly, and then set off with Wang Jianglong.
This Qian Yuan Grand Competition was being held in Canglang State, which required taking a plane to reach.
On the plane, Wang Jianglong obviously seed a bit worried about Ye Fei.
"Your first opponent is Wang Yang, he cos from the Shen You Palace..."
"No need to worry," Ye Fei cut off Wang Jianglong’s words and closed his eyes to rest.
Wang Jianglong, with a belly full of words, could only continue to hold them in.
Wang Yang, as the eldest son of the Wang Family, naturally knew about his brother being crippled and the annihilation of the Wang Family.
Yi Wujie, with his enormous power, combined forces with several relationships as well as friends within the Ancient Martial Arts Association to suppress this matter.
But this did not an that Wang Yang would play dirty in the upcoming competition.
One must know he was from Shen You Palace, the strongest sect among the thirty-six southern states.
All who ca from there were powerful without exception.
Wang Jianglong couldn’t help feeling a bit worried about Ye Fei.
Upon the plane’s arrival in Canglang State, the weather turned cooler, but the number of people was even greater.
All that t the eye was dignitaries and nobilities.
This Qian Yuan Grand Competition was not only a widely-anticipated contest.
It was more of a war without gunpowder between the various states.
"Ye Fei, Han Guang and Luo Qiuyu are already waiting for you at the hotel. Let’s have a al and then head over," said Wang Jianglong.
After a brief mont of thought, Ye Fei said, "I’ve still got so things to do. I’ll find you guys later."
Wang Jianglong was stunned for a mont, but he didn’t stop him and only reminded him not to miss the event.
Ye Fei left the airport and randomly found a hostel to stay in.
He turned on the computer, entered a string of passwords, and logged into the Ancient Martial Arts Association’s network.
Before his eyes,
was a video.
In the picture, a young man was snarling viciously with his face distorted.
Wang Yang!
He was donning the unique white battle robe of Shen You Palace, filled with seething rage.
"Ye Fei, he and I have irreconcilable differences!"
"Just a son-in-law from a secular family still has the guts to shalessly participate in the Qian Yuan Grand Competition, it’s simply laughable!"
"When the ti cos, I’ll make sure he has no place to be buried!"
The fury on Wang Yang’s face was apparent to anyone.
He did not ntion the matter of the Wang Family, for he dared not.
But he was confident in killing Ye Fei.
However, Ye Fei was dismissive.
Afterward, Ye Fei retrieved the piece of ancient teoric iron filled with the essence of swordsmanship given to him by Yi Wujie.
Ye Fei could feel that this sword intent ca from Earth.
Yet it was on a piece of teoric iron from beyond the skies.
Baffling.
Could it be that an ancient being ascended beyond the heavens, slicing down a flying star with a single sword?
Following that, Ye Fei took out the Evil-Slaying Sword.
This sword now had a weak sword spirit that flickered between consciousness and dormancy.
If he could infuse it with the sword intent from the teoric iron, it might just be revived!
Primordial arts.
Li Fire in the palm!
Whoosh!
A pale blue fla rose in Ye Fei’s hand, emitting a terrifying aura.
"Is this all the Li Fire I have? I’m truly weak now," Ye Fei remarked self-derisively, no longer wavering before placing the teoric iron upon the palm fire.
The teoric iron imdiately started to lt slowly.
And that terrifying sword intent surged out at the sa ti.
In a mont, the sword intent ca into contact with the Evil-Slaying Sword.
Boom!
An ancient and intense aura surged towards Ye Fei.
"So intense!"
The Evil-Slaying Sword buzzed tumultuously, apparently not harmonizing with this sword intent.
Ye Fei frowned deeply, "Just a sword, you think I’d let you have your way?"
He imdiately held the sword in his left hand and slowly approached the sword intent.
In an instant, the reaction beca even more violent.
Spikes instantly rose from the hilt of the Evil-Slaying Sword, piercing through Ye Fei’s palm and causing blood to flow.
However, Ye Fei roared, unmoved by the pain.
If he couldn’t subdue a re sword, how could he accomplish great things?
"Fuse!" Ye Fei bellowed, his voice echoing to the skies.
At once, the wind howled, and the entire room was filled with bright light.
The buzzing in the air persisted, with no sense of how much ti had passed.
Finally,
the Evil-Slaying Sword withdrew its spikes and returned to silence.
The sword had changed — the blade was now divided into two distinct halves from top to bottom, black and white stark against each other.
Good and evil, they could actually coexist.
Ye Fei chuckled softly, holding the Longsword and examining it closely.
But when he gripped the hilt firmly, a trendous suction force imdiately surged up.
His Spiritual Power was actually being absorbed by the Longsword.
How domineering!
Ye Fei snorted coldly, then burst into laughter.
"You think you could dominate ?"
With a slight effort, he reclaid his True Qi.
Holding the precious sword, Ye Fei’s eyes were brimming with joy.
He hadn’t expected the infusion of that sword intent to gift the Evil-Slaying Sword with a new power!
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