Practice Remembering You

Chapter 312: Retreat and Pay Attention

With a clear heart for the Tao, Zhang Yu's bottleneck that had been holding him back for nearly a hundred years suddenly loosened dramatically.

Zhang Yu had an amazing aura, and all four officials in Xiaoshi City flew over. At first, they thought that Zhang Yu had discovered the invasion, but now it seemed that Zhang Yu was about to make a breakthrough.

Upon seeing this, the four people congratulated Zhang Yu. Upon hearing this, Zhang Yu could only sigh and sent them back. He shielded his own realm, and then his external incarnation stayed in the city to take charge. Without the four officials noticing, his main body left Xiaoshi City and went into seclusion outside.

The place Zhang Yu chose was an abandoned ruin. It had long become an empty well and no one had come here to explore.

Taking out the formation to shield this place, Zhang Yu sat in the center of the cave. He flipped his hand and a yellowed fan appeared.

With a flick of his wrist, the fan opened wide, and a landscape ink painting appeared before his eyes. In the painting, there were mountains and abundant water, and there were vigorous purple bamboos growing nearby. This was the first gift that his wife Mo Xue gave to Zhang Yu when he returned after completing his cultivation.

This gift is Zhang Yu's favorite. After so many years, even though Zhang Yu has tried hard to preserve it, the fan has inevitably turned yellow and the original scent of ink has disappeared.

"You still have to accompany me on the road ahead." Zhang Yu said softly, then holding a fan in his hand, he began to retreat and break through.

Day 2, Little Rock.

Everything was running normally as usual, as if nothing had happened.

The only difference was that Zhang Yu was the only one sitting there in Chengdu. Although the servants in the City Lord's Mansion were somewhat puzzled, they did not dare to make random guesses.

Zhang Yu did not convey the news of Mo Xue's death.

After a while,

Huang Lun and the other four monks and officials in the city had actually had some vague guesses in their minds ever since they lost sight of Mo Xue that day, but everyone had the same idea and they all tacitly did not say it out loud.

— Extremely Cold Palace —

At the westernmost end of the sect, a huge arena stands before our eyes. The name of the arena is called Hanxuantai.

This arena is made entirely of clear and transparent ice crystals, shining with a cold light, as if it had grown out of ice and snow.

The area of ​​the arena is very large, enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people standing at the same time. The stage is very large, but because the people competing here are all cultivators, there is no such thing as poor eyesight.

The surface of the ring was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the surrounding snowy scenery and the blue sky. Of course, such smoothness was not only used as a mirror, but also to make it more difficult for those who went on stage to fight. If you want to get a place in the battle and fight, then the most basic thing is to be able to stand in such an occasion.

The texture of the ice makes the ring look somewhat contradictory, like a combination of solidity and fragility, as if it could collapse at any time under the erosion of the cold.

Of course, it's just a feeling that it can break. In reality, it is impossible for it to break.

The ring is surrounded by circles of icicles, which are tall and strong, like guards protecting the ring. Their surface is covered with ice crystals, shining with dazzling light, giving people a majestic and mysterious feeling.

Above the arena is a vast expanse of sky with no ceiling.

Below the ring, there is a circle of light blue transparent film, which is a defensive formation to prevent attacks from people on the ring from hitting the seats below.

At this time, the place was crowded with people, and countless monks from various sects had already been waiting here, just to get a good seat for viewing.

The competition officially begins.

The first ones to appear were disciples with very low cultivation levels, only cultivators at the second level of Qi Realm. Their fighting style was not much different from that of mortal masters. The only difference was that when they were fighting, they would constantly emit bursts of light, indicating that they were very different from mortals.

But even so, their fight was not actually that exciting, at least for monks at a higher level.

Only some monks at the same level would watch it carefully, while the other monks seemed to be "distracted".

This is especially true for fifth-level cultivators like Wu Mengjie. What they are paying more attention to now are those powerful cultivators of the same level who have not yet come on stage.

At this time, he looked at the arena. There were only five cultivators of the same level sitting outside the arena. These five cultivators were all disciples of the Extreme Cold Heavenly Palace. It was not that other sects did not come, but mainly because the fifth-level cultivation limit was suddenly added to the competition. The fifth-level cultivators of other sects did not receive this information at all, so they did not come at all.

Among these five disciples, three of them had no feeling towards Wu Mengjie. It was like they were facing a low-level cultivator. Wu Mengjie felt that he could kill the opponent instantly with just one move.

Only the remaining two gave Wu Mengjie an exciting sense of oppression.

One of them is a man surrounded by runes. The man's eyes are full of aggressiveness. He is staring at Wu Mengjie, giving people a feeling that he can't wait to fight with Wu Mengjie.

The other was a woman, who looked into his eyes without feeling anything. It seemed that she had no particular interest in fighting with Wu Mengjie.

However, Wu Mengjie himself knew that it was just a feeling. After all, her eyes were firmly fixed on him, and her fighting spirit was no weaker than that of the man.

In addition to these five cultivators of the same level, there was another cultivator who surprised Wu Mengjie. He also gave Wu Mengjie a more obvious sense of oppression. He was actually a fourth-level cultivator!

He was a male cultivator who looked very young, probably about the same age as Wu Mengjie, perhaps over a hundred years old.

He has short hair that is neatly combed on top of his head, revealing his broad forehead and bright eyes. Such short hair is somewhat challenging to the general aesthetic.

Although short hair looks a bit strange, it gives people a more capable feeling.

The man had a slightly lazy expression and an average-looking face, but he was very attractive. His nose was straight and his lips were slightly upturned, and he always seemed to have a faint smile on his face.

His eyes were darkly glowing and his skin was rosy, giving one a sense of his inner energy and strength.

He is tall and strong, with very obvious muscle lines, especially his arms and chest, which are full of power.

His shoulders are broad, almost as big as Wu Mengjie's head. His waist is slender, but it contains great explosive power.

He was wearing a tight and capable black martial arts uniform with a gorgeous pattern embroidered on the chest and a black belt around his waist.

Like Shi Dongdong, he was barefoot without any shoes. However, this man's big feet were definitely not as pleasing to the eye as Shi Dongdong's slender feet that seemed to be dripping with water.

Just now Wu Mengjie didn't know where the oppressive feeling came from. When he finally confirmed that the source was this fourth-level cultivator, he was still a little bit unbelievable.

But then he thought that when he was at the fourth level, he was able to fight with a fifth-level cultivator. He should not underestimate anyone.