C148 The Year-end Competition
C148 The Year-end Competition
After walking out of the layers of fog, a beautiful figure appeared in Ye Feng's sight. It was so familiar.
"This woman, could she have been waiting for me here all this time?"
Just as he walked out of the Tianxuan Mountains, he saw Qin Yanran's figure. A sense of familiarity welled up in his heart.
Above the bluestone, Qin Yanran's jade hand rested on her cheek. Her beautiful eyes were slightly closed, as if she had fallen asleep. That posture was exceptionally beautiful.
For the past ten days, Qin Yanran had been waiting here. Her entire body had long been occupied by exhaustion.
"Cough cough."
Ye Feng quietly came in front of Qin Yanran and lightly coughed twice.
Suddenly a sound was heard and Qin Yanran immediately got out of her light sleep. Her beautiful eyes were filled with coldness. However, when she saw the face of the person who came, her eyes completely froze there. Her delicate body started to tremble.
"You scoundrel, you're finally willing to come out!"
After a while, Qin Yanran said coldly. There was a hint of sadness in her beautiful pupillae and there were tears flashing in her eyes.
In order to not let Ye Feng notice, Qin Yanran quickly turned her head and wiped away the tears that were about to flow out. In her heart, she scolded herself for being useless. Why would she cry because of this bad guy?
"You cried?"
Ye Feng smiled and straightened Qin Yanran's delicate body.
"No, no!"
Qin Yanran's face was unnatural. She hurriedly wiped the moist corners of her eyes and quipped.
However, she was incomparably happy in her heart. A huge rock that was hanging on her chest finally fell to the ground. That beautiful face finally revealed a smile that she had not seen for a long time. That smile was like the blooming of a hundred flowers, causing all things in the world to lose their color.
"I haven't seen you for more than ten days, this woman seems to have become beautiful again!"
Looking at that beautiful face, Ye Feng said with a smile. A cynical expression emerged on his face.
After saying that, that big hand actually blocked Qin Yanran's willow waist.
"Where is it?"
Qin Yanran's delicate body trembled slightly and struggled slightly. Seeing that Ye Feng did not want to let go, she did not resist anymore and a faint blush appeared on her pretty face.
"Tell me, have any men missed you after not seeing you for more than ten days?"
Ye Feng asked with a smile. Waves of delicate fragrance entered his nose. Looking at that face that fell to the earth, Ye Feng had to admit that although this woman was usually fiery hot, she was indeed very beautiful.
"Shameless!"
Hearing Ye Feng's shameless words, Qin Yanran angrily scolded. Her pretty face became redder and redder, causing Ye Feng to laugh.
"Stop messing around. Today is the Martial House Tournament date. If I wasn't here waiting for you, you scoundrel, I would have gone to the Martial Arts Practice Field a long time ago!"
Qin Yanran pushed Ye Feng's big hand away and said. In her eyes, she was looking at Ye Feng. There was a hint of resentment in her eyes. She had waited here for fifteen days, and finally, she had brought this bad guy back.
However, the other party had just arrived and he was already so shameless. Qin Yanran did not understand why she was still so nervous about him.
"Today is the day of the Martial Mansion's annual competition?"
Hearing Qin Yanran's words, Ye Feng raised his eyebrows. It seemed that he had just returned at the right time.
"That's right. How can I joke about such an important matter?"
Qin Yanran said with a serious expression.
"In that case, let's go!"
Ye Feng said. His eyes were shining with a sharp light. Zhong Tao, Lv Jiang and the others wanted to kill him. Now, he, Ye Feng, had returned safely from the Tianxuan Mountains. If that was the case... This debt should be settled properly.
After saying that, without waiting for Qin Yanran to say anything, Ye Feng pulled her arm and left, heading towards the Tianxuan Mansion and Central Martial Field.
The end of the year was coming, and the entire Zhao was filled with the festive mood before the festival. The streets and alleys were decorated with lanterns and colorful banners. The wealthy and powerful families in the Imperial City, as well as the strength of their sects, would also hold some end-of-year competitions or assessments at this time, allowing the younger generation disciples of their factions to participate.
The purpose was to test the results of the young generation disciples' cultivation for a year, exchange their cultivation experiences, and set up a ranking system for the competition, in order to encourage the young disciples who had yet to enter the List to work hard in their cultivation.
The Tianxuan Mansion was the strength of a few famous College Martial House in the Imperial City of Zhao. Every year, the annual competition would attract the attention of many people in the Imperial City, and it would become one of the most eye-catching major events in the Imperial City every year.
Today was the day of the Tianxuan Mansion's year-end competition.
Tianxuan Mansion, Central Martial Field.
Several grandstands were packed with people. There were hundreds of thousands of people in the stands, and there were no empty seats.
The Tianxuan Mansion Four Halls had tens of thousands of disciples present. There were also representatives sent by the major families of Imperial City to watch the battle, and they were cheering for the young men who were cultivating the Tianxuan Mansion in their families.
On the main viewing platform, over a hundred high-level figures of the Tianxuan Mansion, Elder, arrived one after another. As the most important event of the year for the Tianxuan Mansion, one could imagine the weight of the Martial House Tournament in the hearts of everyone.
Some of the young disciples who failed to achieve any results in the past year were secretly rubbing their fists, wanting to show off their brilliance on the highest fighting stage, becoming the focal point of many people's attention, and make a name for themselves.
The year-end competition wasn't just a test. Competing with the geniuses of the Martial Mansion on the fighting stage was more like a reflection and affirmation of one's own strength.
Therefore, many disciples who were training outside tried their best to rush back to the Martial Mansion at the end of the year. They didn't want to miss the chance to test themselves.
Apart from the tens of thousands of ordinary disciples, those genius disciples who were quite famous in the Martial Mansion were also present. More than half of the twenty experts of the Heavenly Profound Ranking had arrived.
The eyes of these people sparkled. They had been waiting for this golden age for too long, and they couldn't wait to compete with each other on the fighting stage.
Dugu Loong had arrived. As the number one expert of the Heavenly Profound Ranking and Qi Condensation List, his status in the Martial Mansion was extraordinary. Many of the higher ups in the Martial Mansion had high hopes for him, and they all thought of him as one of the core disciples of the Martial Mansion.
At this moment, Dugu Loong was sitting in the main viewing platform, sitting together with Elder of the Martial Mansion and chatting happily. It was as if they were talking about friends of the same generation.
This might be the special treatment that only the number one genius of Martial Mansion could enjoy.
He sat there with a calm and collected manner. It was the demeanor that all the disciples of major families should have. Even when facing several Elder figures, he was still as calm as before.
This caused many people to cast envious and respectful gazes at Dugu Loong. One of them said, "Dugu Loong is indeed worthy of being the number one genius of my Tianxuan Mansion. Not only was he powerful, he was also extremely powerful. And he was born in a rich family. He was not comparable to any other genius in the Heavenly Profound Ranking, not even Ni Zhantian, who was ranked second. There was still a gap between him and Dugu Loong. There was no suspense in the first place of this competition. Dugu Loong is the only one who can compete with him. No one in the Martial Mansion can compete with him!"
As soon as these words were spoken, Dugu Loong's power was deeply rooted in their hearts. No one could replace him, not even Ni Zhantian, who was also very powerful.
"Dugu Loong, i, Ni Zhantian, will definitely defeat you on the fighting stage today!"
After listening to the continuous discussions in the crowd, Ni Zhantian, who was also in the main viewing platform, had an ugly expression on his face. He thought to himself.
In the Tianxuan Mansion, he, Ni Zhantian, was also an unparalleled figure. His talent was outstanding, but his limelight was always suppressed by one person. This person was Dugu Loong.
At this moment, the reason Ni Zhantian was able to sit in the main viewing platform was entirely because of his alien minister, Master. This was a huge gap between him and Dugu Loong.
Therefore, he, Ni Zhantian, refused to accept this. For the past year, Ni Zhantian had never stopped advancing. He wanted to strike Dugu Loong on the Martial House Tournament's battle platform, and let everyone know that he, Ni Zhantian, was the true number one genius of the Tianxuan Mansion.
Besides Dugu Loong and Ni Zhantian, Chen Aotian, who was ranked third in the Qi Condensation List ranking, was also the center of attention.
Although Chen Aotian was only ranked as Third seat in the Qi Condensation List, behind Dugu Loong and Ni Zhantian, it was common knowledge that Chen Aotian was younger than Dugu Loong and Ni Zhantian in the entire Qi Condensation List.
Therefore, if Chen Aotian and Dugu Loong were the same age, who would know that Chen Aotian's achievements would be lower than the two powerful men?
One should know that Chen Aotian had already reached the sixth level of the Qi Condensation several months ago, and he had awakened the Second War Spirit. In terms of strength, he was not much weaker than Dugu Loong and Ni Zhantian.
"Ling Shuang, after bringing the This year's Large Competition, I will marry you."
Chen Aotian's eyes were deep, and they were emitting a dazzling light. His temperament seemed to have improved a lot compared to before, and his strength should have improved a lot.
"En."
A gentle smile emerged on Nangong Lingshuang's pretty face. She nodded at Chen Aotian. She had waited for too long for this promise. Now, was her wish finally going to be fulfilled?
"Aotian, your cultivation base has already advanced to the level 7. You will definitely take the first place in the This year's Large Competition."
Nangong Lingshuang's face turned slightly red, and her beautiful eyes were filled with anticipation.
This unruly young man in front of her would soon become her man. If she could obtain first place in the Martial House Tournament before their marriage, she would become the best gift they could give to their relationship.