Chapter 270. Ye Yunxuan

At this moment, there were several students standing outside Ye Fan's tower. Their expression was full of great shock, as if they had seen something incredible.

"Rumble."

The tower grew one layer higher again, and the pressure soared, forcing those people to retreat again.

"Five, fifty floors..." So far, one person can't believe what he sees in front of him.

In just a few hours, he saw with his own eyes that the tower was 30 floors long, which made him doubt whether he had entered the fantasy.

If it hadn't been for the beginning of the Qinglong List Competition, many people would have gone behind closed doors and prepared to be amazing. It would be absolutely overcrowded here.

"Fifty-one, fifty-two..."

For each level, these people muttered and said, as if they had lost their souls. When a person's shock reached the extreme, it was not shouting desperately, but numbness. This was the situation for these people.

Ye Fan didn't know that when he broke into the tower, there were still a few spectators outside, and he didn't care about this. At this moment, he was completely immersed in the pleasure of improving his strength. Those unstable foundations caused by the rapid improvement of cultivation have gradually flattened in the tower. There is the power of elixir and fighting. Although it is impossible for Ye Fan to immediately become the kind of master who has been immersed in the heavenly realm for decades, at least let him understand the various means of the heavenly realm.

No one knows which level Ye Fan finally broke into, except for those watchers. Similarly, no one knows how many benefits Ye Fan has gained in this continuous tower.

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Since then, Ye Fan has made two moves to help them advance to the top eight according to his promise to Fengyuntang. In order not to cause too much sensation, and to avoid some people's gossip, this time he wore a mask that can isolate the prying, so many organizations knew that there was a mysterious man with a mask. It was he who allowed Fengyuntang to advance to the quarterfinals.

The masked man did not attract the attention of the heads of the real big forces. For him, the battle is just a battle between his subordinates. His real stage is in the Qinglong list. No one will choose to take action in the battle. First, he can't break the rules. Second, he should avoid being laughed at in private and bully the little. Third, he doesn't think about it early. Expose strength.

The cultivation of the masked man is not high, only five levels of the heavenly realm. Although his strength is strong, his performance is not outstanding under Ye Fan's intentional suppression, so no one thinks that this masked man has broken the rules, only that he has extraordinary combat power and excellent skills.

For Ye Fan, the battle is also like a child's family. He participated in the so-called green dragon list not to be amazing, not to be in the limelight, but just for the five-eed fairy flower.

Everything else has nothing to do with him.

In this way, in the retreat, the Qinglong List Competition came as scheduled. In the school, those students who could not be closed went out of the customs one after another, and a breath of different strengths came from all over the school, which seemed to be a demonstration or a kind of inevitable confidence.

Among them, several breaths are the most powerful, like the king in the jungle. It is majestic, powerful and stands out from the crowd. You can feel the horror of the owner of the breath just by looking at it.

Among them, there may be Huangfuxin, Shuiyue, and other strong people in the top ten of the Qinglong list. It may also be an unknown genius who devotes himself to cultivation for a long time.

And just after these breaths came out, a palpitating breath suddenly rose. The whole college, no matter what you are doing, felt at that moment, it seemed that he had been pierced through the heart by a sharp sword and sweated coldly.

"This is..." The pupils of the strong who broke through the barrier dilated, and a terrible name gradually came to mind.

"Ye Yunxuan"! Huangfu Xin stood with his hands on his hands, with a layer of gloomy in his eyes.

At the same time, the sky of the whole college was shrouded in a thick layer of clouds, and the sunlight penetrated, making the whole cloud coated with gold, as if it were celebrating something.

A burst of fairy music rose, and Ye Fan faintly heard someone's voice.

I came from the clouds to see through the obstacles in the world. The clouds are light and the wind is light, and the dust is not stained.

When I was confused, all sentient beings were not enlightened, Ru Mao drank blood, and the clouds locked the sky.

When I understand the Tao, the clouds open and see the sun, the light shines, all sentient beings ascend to heaven, and the world is great.

All sentient beings have infinite disasters in their hearts, clouds, clouds. In this life, I will kill the sword for the sky, cut off all falsehoods, and break all ecstacles. From then on, I will let all sentient beings have no disasters and return the prosperity of my ancient times.

Demon monster, kill!

mei wang, kill!

Those who block me, kill!

Ye Fan looked at the golden clouds in a daze and listened to the heart-warming vows, as if the depths of his soul were throbbing for it, and those voices went deep into the soul and reverberated constantly.

Maybe it was the resonance in the soul, or maybe it was some unknown factors. At this time, Ye Fan only felt that his blood seemed to burn, and a terrible breath that had been suppressed in the bottom of his heart for a long time suddenly broke out!

"Boom!"

I saw a terrible sword spirit burst out from Ye Fan's body, turning into thousands of feet of black and white swords, across the sky, emitting a momentum to sweep everything!

"Buzz."

I saw the sound of the sound of the sword below, and I saw that a sword trembled uncontrollably, making the sound of the sound of the sword, as if to turn into a human form, worship the king of the sword, and make the three bows and nine salutes.

"My sword." The owners of the swords didn't have time to be shocked by the thousands of feet of black and white giant swords, and they looked at their swords uncontrollably and trembled in horror. If there was someone who had the same heart as the sword, he could feel a combination of fear, respect and ecstasy in it.

At this time, a swordsman in white stood at the top of the tower and quietly looked at the huge sword across the sky, with a smile on the corners of his mouth.

Ye Fan looked into the distance and seemed to see that there was also a person staring at him in the distance. Those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate countless spaces and have the ability to see through everything.

"It's impossible. In addition to Ye Yunxuan, there are people who have such a horrible atmosphere. This breath is too strange. I have no impression at all who it is and who it is!" The gloom in Huangfu's new eyes deepened, and his face was ugly.

He didn't know that the owner of this breath was the freshman who killed Huangfu Tianyi. The little role he had never paid attention to was also the person who the Huangfu family tried to eradicate several times, but always failed.

Perhaps, in his eyes at that time, Huangfu Tianyi and that Huangfuyan were rubbish. If they could kill the two of them, it was just a slightly bigger ant. Although it was very annoying, he didn't want to pinch him to death in person, but let others kill him. After all, both of them were their own brothers. .

But now, Ye Fan is no longer the weak warrior at that time, nor is he a freshman who is bullied and has no ability to fight back. Instead, he has really grown into a role that all parties have to pay attention to, a terrible warrior in the realm of heaven, and a person who can kill and ascend to heaven. The pervert of the warrior!

PS: Ye Yunxuan appeared. Those were all racking his brains and didn't have any reference... Spray lightly.

In addition, on October 20th, there was originally a big homepage, that is, the promotion of the super big picture, but it was given to others, and it is estimated that it will not be there in the future... It should be because the grades are too bad and there are too few updates.

However, I'm not depressed. After all, it's a hobby. It's best to be recognized, and it's okay if I can't. Don't misunderstand that I'm here to ask for tickets or something. I'm just complaining. After all, looking at the tens of thousands of clicks in the past, hundreds of red tickets a week now less than a thousand clicks and single-digit weekly tickets have been cancelled. I can't help complaining.

It's like you play basketball and are eager to get applause, but no one pays attention to you, or even applause. Will you give up?

I think the vast majority of people will choose to continue to practice hard and one day give a block to the person who laughs at you.