Just as Zhang Kaifeng was talking to Yuxin, the major sects below had already sent people to contact Ling Yue, but unexpectedly, Ling Yue did not accept the invitation.

However, to their surprise, after winning, Ling Yue came to Piaomiao Palace and the others in a diameter.

"Sure enough, today, there is only one place that can be recruited by men that cannot be stopped." Someone sighed.

"It seems that being so handsome is to marry into Piaomiao Palace." Someone sighed.

Ling Yue turned a deaf ear to others and came to a woman. The woman was dressed in a palace outfit and was extremely charming between her eyebrows. This was radiated from the inside out. The martial arts of Piaomiao Palace are this characteristic.

"It's Xiaomei." Yuxin was surprised. Unexpectedly, the girl around her was now graceful and had a suitor.

"Xiaomei, you see it. I will definitely get the throne of the leader of the Southwest Martial Arts. At that time, I will go to Piaomiao Palace to propose marriage to you." Ling Yue looked at the woman in front of him and said extremely seriously.

"Let's go Xiaomei." The head of Piaomiao Palace did not look at Ling Yue, and took Xiaomei and two other women away in diameter.

Xiaomei did not look at Ling Yue, but followed her elders to leave here. Ling Yue did not give up, but followed. As a fierce battle ended, the people in the audience gradually left the martial arts venue.

"It's a lover." Zhang Kaifeng touched his chin and laughed.

Yuxin looked at him with a smirk and stared at him and said, "Let's go over and take a look."

The people from Piaomiao Palace did not leave immediately, but were invited by the Wang Ling family. As the audience, Zhang Kaifeng and the others wanted to see the Wang Ling family, but Wang Ling family did not refuse. However, they also said that those places cannot be visited as forbidden areas.

"Xiaomei, stay here, let's go." The person in charge of Piaomiao Palace said, and was asked to leave.

"Yes!" Xiaomei replied.

A river runs across the Wangling family, and the Wangling family even built a plank road, planting strange flowers and plants by the river, making the place more beautiful. It is clear and fish are clearly seen under the river, jumping out of the water and spitting bubbles.

The golden crow fell westward, and the sunset light shone. Xiaomei sat in the corridor. There was no joy on her delicate face, but the coldness, and Ling Yue followed her.

Xiaomei's face did not fluctuate, and she said, "Ling Yue, why are you troubled?"

Ling Yue has a slender figure, a black head as long as a waterfall, and is wearing a simple dress. He looks ordinary, but the heroic spirit between his eyebrows cannot be concealed.

"Xiaomei, if you believe me, I will definitely reach the peak of martial arts." Ling Yue said.

Xiaomei was dressed in white, and sighed, "It's not that Ling Yue I don't believe in you, but there was someone who was as confident as you, but in the end he left the stage sadly. His promise to the lady became a piece of nothing, and the lady had to leave Piaomiao Palace."

"That person is a loser, I will not repeat the mistakes of that person." Ling Yue said with a sharp light.

The loser, the lady was sad. Zhang Kaifeng, who was hiding in the dark, was stunned and looked at Yuxin and said, "What is the little girl talking about?"

Yuxin turned her head and ignored him and continued to listen to the conversation between the two.

"That person is Zhang Kaifeng, can you surpass him?" Xiaomei looked at the man in front of her and said, "Can you dominate the heroes in the world by one person and defeat a group of young heroes in the capital?"

After asking twice in a row, Ling Yue was speechless, but he quickly said: "The Demon Sword Zhang Kaifeng is indeed very strong, but he is always a loser. I will surpass him in two years."

"You are an outsider in Piaomiao Palace. You are an outsider and you will not understand. The elders will not keep your eyes on you." Xiaomei shook her head and said sadly: "From the beginning, our women in Piaomiao Palace have been destined to have a chance to choose."

When Yuxin heard this, her eyes darkened. Xiaomei's words were good. If she hadn't walked fast at the beginning, she might have been forced to marry someone she didn't like in this life, in exchange for Piaomiao Palace's status in the world.

Zhang Kaifeng knew the situation in Piaomiao Palace, looked at the people around him and sighed, reached out to hug her, and said softly: "You have me now, and the so-called fate cannot dominate you. The person who dares to touch you will definitely be the dead soul under my sword."

"Yeah." Yu Xin nodded, feeling inexplicably glad that it was right to leave Dayan. Meeting him again gave her a place to go.

"No, when I seize the throne of the leader of the martial arts world, the people in Piaomiao Palace will not turn a blind eye to me." Ling Yue said firmly: "Besides, your lady can choose independently, why can't you?"

"I'm different. I can't watch Piaomiao Palace and let anyone swallow it." Xiaomei said: "Miss is gone, I won't blame her. Piaomiao Palace will be protected by me."

"Why, why should it be her responsibility, but you took it? Why did the countless women in Piaomiao Palace not sacrificed, but you wanted to sacrifice it?" Ling Yue rushed out in anger.

"Shut up." Xiaomei looked cold and said, "Miss treats me as much as a mountain of kindness. What are you? I'm polite to me? Who are you? What do we have to do with us? Your bad kindness will only make you die faster. Saving your life was just out of good intentions. I didn't expect that you are so shameless and still can't be entangled."

Ling Yue's face was pale, and Xiaomei's words pierced his heart like a knife. This was even more painful than Lingchi. He remained silent, but did not walk away.

"A lover is always ruthlessly hurt." At this moment, a voice sounded.

"Who!" Ling Yue changed color, his body moved, and a huge amount of true power gushed out of his palm.

"We're just passing by." Zhang Kaifeng's expression remained motionless, as if he turned a blind eye to the palm.

Ling Yue's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he urged his palms: "Do you have to decide?"

"Indeed." Zhang Kaifeng's anger can be eliminated with a broken heart as if he had done something.

Facing the purple halo on his palm, he just took a look and made people fall into a psychedelic state. However, he saw Zhang Kaifeng pointing his sword, and the misty purple light was also lingering on his fingers.

"How is that possible?" Ling Yue's face changed, and the other party's fingers scattered the same aura as in his palm.

"Dong!"

Two waves of air scattered, and two purple auras swelled out, causing the water surface to shake. Xiaomei was surprised. The person in front of her was a striking white, which seemed gentle, but could block Ling Yue's attack. Who was the person coming?

"The Fantasy Strategy." Ling Yue was shocked and said the magic skills of the same lineage.

Zhang Kaifeng smiled slightly and said, "The magical demon is truly extraordinary."

"Hmph! Who are you?" Ling Yue asked angrily.

"What does the Fantasy Demon Emperor have to do with you?" Zhang Kaifeng asked back.

Ling Yue's pupils shrank and he said, "Who are you? How could you do this magic skill?"

"It doesn't matter who I am." Zhang Kaifeng shook his head and pointed at Yuxin behind him, and said, "But since I'm here, you can't disturb her here."

"Can you do it?" Ling Yue became more murderous when he heard this: "Where do you get the confidence in a mere mid-stage of the God Transformation?"

"There are many talents in the country, but unfortunately, you are still no match for me." Zhang Kaifeng was extremely confident.

"Death!" Ling Yue was about to make a move.

Xiaomei spoke out: "Ling Yue, you haven't left yet. If you kill someone here, I will never see you in my life."

"Xiaomei----." Ling Yue stopped, closed his palms with hatred, and glared at the white man angrily.

"So tired." Zhang Kaifeng looked at the person behind him, and held his forehead and said, "What are you doing when you are still standing there? Aren't you clamoring to come?"

"You have to care." Yuxin glared at him and walked forward.

Zhang Kaifeng breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the graceful Xiaomei, and sighed: "The girl at the beginning didn't expect that she would have a suitor now, and she was really misunderstood by then."

"Who are you?" Xiaomei was shocked.

"Xiaomei, it's me." A familiar voice sounded.

Xiaomei was stunned, then excited, but Yuxin stopped her and said, "This place is not a place for conversation, we changed the place to talk."

Zhang Kaifeng did not choose to follow, but jumped away from here.

Xiaomei and Yuxin came to a secluded place. Yuxin took off her mask and her familiar face melted Xiaomei's heart that had been suppressed for several years, and her tears were silently broken.

"Miss." Xiaomei hugged the person in front of her.

"Luckily, Xiaomei." Yuxin hugged her and reached out to wipe her tears.

"No, now the lady is back again. Has the injury solved?" Xiaomei asked.

Yuxin nodded and asked, "Xiaomei, where is the so-called so-called Piaomiao Palace coming this time?"

"Actually, I don't know either." Xiaomei shook her head and said.

Yuxin did not ask, but talked with Xiaomei. After getting off and reunited, the two girls had endless things to say, and they didn't know from noon until the night fell.

"It's almost time, it's time for us to leave." Suddenly, a breeze rose, and a white figure stood in front of the two women to remind us.

Hearing this voice, the two women realized that so long had passed. Although they were reluctant to leave, Yuxin also knew that it was not advisable to expose their identity at this time.

"Who are you?" Xiaomei asked, looking at the white man in front of her.

"The time has not arrived." Zhang Kaifeng looked at Xiaomei, shook his head, took Yuxin's hand, and said, "Let's leave!"

"Miss, will we see each other again?" Xiaomei asked behind her.

"Yes." Yuxin replied with her mask on her again.

The breeze rose again, and Xiaomei could no longer see the figures of the two. At the same time, the person in charge of Piaomiao Palace also returned and took Xiaomei away from Wang Ling's house.

When he returned to his residence, Zhang Kaifeng did not ask about their conversation, but practiced cross-legged in the house. Yuxin was rare to be not greedy for play, but practiced.

The night gradually passed, and on the second day, when the dawn appeared, the other two finalists had appeared in the martial arts competition arena, and the winner will definitely be decided today.

One of them was Ling Yue, and the other person had a absolute value and had very few moves, but since he appeared, he had defeated a group of competitors with the power of thunder.

"Please!" This man looks handsome and has a mysterious background, and no one knows it.

"Kill!" Ling Yue moved his body and rushed to him.

The figure who was rushing to death was so murderous intent that it was dazzling. Seeing this, the man in white lifted his feet and raised his energy. A long sword was unsheathed and the sword slashed forward. The sword edge was brilliant, and the sword turned into several swords. The figure that fell down was actually illusory. At this time, the figure on the left appeared again and slapped him with a palm.

The palm force suddenly arrived, and the man in white did not move his eyebrows. He bounced his fingers, and the sound of the sword sounded, and the flying long sword coiled around his body. The sword suddenly burst into flames. The sword energy was like frost. As soon as it appeared, the world suddenly cooled down, as if it was the cold winter month, and it was cold.

As soon as the Sword of Extreme Cold came out, the sword energy made everyone feel a chill and couldn't help but tighten their clothes.

Ling Yue stepped back with a little toe, and at the same time, his palms transformed, and purple aura radiated from his palms. Several palms couldn't see the trajectory clearly, and he violently blasted his palm prints forward. Then, the space seemed to stagnate.

"Dong!"

The space seemed to be in turmoil, and the extremely cold sword energy was immediately exploded by the palm force.

"brush!"

While breaking the move, a snow-white sword cut through the sky. In the eyes, the man in white came with the sword in his eyes, and the tip of the sword stabbed forward. At the same time, Han Frost's true energy followed the sword, and wherever he passed, frost condensed on the ground.
To be continued...