Fantasy: My green plum is actually the heroine

When Fan Yunmo woke up the next day, he had long disappeared from Yan Xueli in the house, and he didn't know when he slept on the ground, and the bedding on his body was also thickly covered, which made him a little confused.

"Mother, where is Sister Xueli?"

Fan Niang appeared and said, "The daughter-in-law went out early in the morning with the wet quilt. Fan

Yunmo: "...............,"

mentioned the rainy night in bed last night, and suddenly remembered.

He didn't feel anything, but he felt that if he continued like this, the day when Yan Xueli's realm surpassed him, sooner or later he would be locked up in a small black room, and he would be squeezed and used day and night.

"Tweet?"

The little fox who was a few times fat only came back early in the morning, and as for where he went, Fan Yunmo didn't ask for anything, I am afraid that he had nothing else to ask for except the kitchen.

As long as he doesn't cause trouble for himself, Fan Yunmo doesn't restrain the little fox too much, that is, he is already a pearl and jade after being fat a lot, and he will feel a little heavy on his head.

And the fox demon had solemnly told him, and he had always remembered it.

But Fan Yunmo already wanted to open at this time.

Anyway, he has a daughter of destiny by his side, and he is afraid of a little heavenly fox? Moreover, it was still the master who asked the little fox to follow him, thinking that she had her own arrangement.

.........

Heaven and earth rise and fall, hazy sky.

The golden immortal gate exuded a simple aura, and the illusory shadow couldn't help but suspect that Fan Yunmo suspected that this thing's true body came from another world.

Even if everyone held their heads high, the aura emitted by the Fearless Immortal Gate existed, but they could not be disrespectful, and their eyes were full of reverence.

At this time, in the sacrificial field, not only a few people selected by the Yan Clan, but also cultivators from other sects gathered here, and the cultivators of the outer countryside were completely led by the sword ruthlessly.

Not counting the words of the little fox above his head, plus he and Yan Xueli were exactly twenty-one people in total, and Fan Yunmo never expected that his senior brother's appeal was so strong, and all those cultivators were voluntarily followed by him when he went down the mountain to study.

"Junior Brother, what's wrong with your child bride?" Jian Ruthless just turned his head, and saw Yan Xueli's bloody sea deep hatred, not sharing the same cold gaze, and was recklessly throwing himself at Fan Yanxia.

Sword Ruthless didn't know what was happening between them.

"Senior brother, her name is Yan Xueli." Fan Yunmo seriously suspected that he couldn't remember, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to name it.

The sword was ruthless, and scratched his head with a smile: "This way, Yan Xueli, well, a good name." Fan

Yunmo sighed lightly, he wanted to ask him about Fan Yanxia, but no matter where he went, Fan Yanxia would appear nearby by chance, and he had no choice but to give up.

At this moment, if it weren't for Fan Yunmo blocking him, I'm afraid Yan Xueli would have been unable to resist drawing his sword and cold light.

However, Fan Yanxia did not stand with them, but stood alone in a no-man's land, the crimson Taoist robe was purple, cold and beautiful, and a generation of Ronghua.

She ignored Yan Xueli's murderous gaze and whispered disdainfully: "The incompetent fury of the ants cannot protect a person after all. These

words almost made Yan Xueli lose control, and the immortal sword trembled in the scabbard.

Buzz -

like the ears of fairy sounds.

Suddenly, in the dim sky, a round of ethereal apertures came from around the fairy gate, and the golden rays rippled and the black clouds turned into ripples, shaking the void and pulling everyone's hearts to be surging.

In mid-air, the fairy gate opened a gap, and in an instant the fairy light overflowed, and the flowing brilliance gushed out an infinite breath, rich and far away, unable to touch and probe deeply, only looking up.

The monks looked stunned, and their eyes were as hot as candles.

They longed to be able to plunge in and face the immortal light

: "Senior brother, how can we enter here, the imperial sword go up?"

Just when everyone was excited, Fan Yunmo asked questions unhurriedly.

The sword's ruthless and deep eyes did not wave, as long as the Chiyang sword emitted a shock, he gradually revealed a little yearning, and replied: "Little junior brother, the immortal gate does not need our imperial sword to approach, and the laws of the treasure house will welcome us." The

voice just fell.

The black clouds were dispersed by the halo of the fairy gate, and beams of brilliance shone through the clouds.

Under the canopy, the baptism was greeted, and the figure of the monk who was taken care of became blurred, as if the shadow reflected in the lake realm gradually distorted and dissipated into the world.

Jian Ruthless chuckled at him at this time, "Junior brother, see you later."

This made Fan Yunmo a little confused, but soon a beam of brilliance fell, and it also wrapped Fan Yunmo's whole person, and Yan Xueli next to him was the same, but he couldn't help but wonder.

Isn't Yan Xueli a talented person?

The light is full of light, and the white demon dense forest is full of pillars of light rising up in the sky, and the demon charms quieted down at this moment, and they all looked at each other, and there was an indescribable taste hidden in their eyes.

..........

There was nothingness in front of him, and when his eyes returned to good, he found himself in a quaint building, the walls were bloodstained, and the bright gate in front of him, and soon everyone passed through to a round arena.

"Strange, Brother Jian, where is this?" The nun looked left and right curiously.

The other cultivators and Jianruthless also showed doubts, they were also the first time to enter the treasure house here, they were completely confused, and they didn't want to come to a secluded place.

There was nothing outside the field, only chaotic mist.

Only an older cultivator of the Yan Clan immediately said in surprise when he saw this building: "It's actually the Ancient Arena!"

"Ancient Arena? What is it for? "

The Arena Sword Ruthless naturally knows that they Yunling Sect also have it, but they use the mountain and river seals to create a vast world, and then use it specifically for fighting.

Moreover, only half a year after the end of the exchange meeting, some of the monks present still remembered it.

I saw that the Rock Clan cultivator thought for a moment, and said solemnly: "This place is the place where all parties can challenge in ancient times, it is a place where geniuses show their strength, basically those who can participate in the ancient arena, all of them are the best in the first realm, no one before and no one after, defeating the strong with weakness and blooming brilliantly."

Jian Ruthlessly said with a regretful expression: "If that's the case, then why are we still in the audience?"

"yes, are we weak? This also looks down on us too much.

"We're okay, but Brother Jian can't play, won't it lose its original meaning?"

"It's not." The Rock Clan monk explained: "There are two types of people who can go up to this arena, one is cross-border challenges, and the other is that they have great power and deliberate action. I am afraid that someone can make an exception to allow us into the treasure house, and the law of the treasure house uses means to teleport us here, just to see whether the person who made the exception can break the rule.

After that, the Yan tribe found that not only them, but the other two races had all come here, but they were all arranged in different audiences, and they could only look at each other with hostility.

The struggle between the three races began a thousand years ago.

Either you die or I live.

Such is the pure primordial law.

"Look! Isn't that the girl following Junior Brother Fan? Everyone

looked at the girl in the arena, dressed in white, Rena was swaying, the distant mountain hibiscus, noble and cold, standing still, three thousand green silk fluttering in the wind.

Yan Xueli came to a strange area, but her eyes were not shocked, but instead stared deeply at the young man on the other side, cold as frost.

Yan Hao, who also appeared in the arena, was particularly confused.

He should have entered the treasure house, but he came to the arena for unknown reasons, but after seeing Yan Xueli, the haze in his heart suddenly dissipated, and he even greeted him enthusiastically: "Yan fairy." Yan

Xueli was cold and peerless, and ignored him.

At this moment, a strange text appeared in front of the two out of thin air.

[Defeating him, you can be qualified to enter the treasury, and the disappearance of words is the beginning.] [

Defeat her, you will get ten thousand years of flames, the words will disappear, and it will be the beginning.] Seeing

the words of the 10,000-year-old flame flower, Yan Hao's heart moved, knowing that it was an immortal medicine that could make his physique more perfect, and he dreamed of getting it.

After Yan Hao fell into a tangle, he still slowly revealed a palpitating aura and said: "Yan Fairy, I think you also saw what you longed for, but give up, I don't want to hurt you."

He muttered pitifully, "If I could... I don't mind your innocence. "

The aura of the Heavenly Spring Realm is thick and far away, with faint clouds and mist around him, and his eyes are red and blue, like an invincible god of war, on the other hand, Yan Xueli has not changed at all.

"This female doll's breath is weak, but she only has the cultivation of the human network realm, I am afraid that the law is wrong?"

"It's very suspended, the difference between one realm is cloudy and muddy, not to mention that this female cultivator is only the ninth layer of the human network realm, I am afraid that she will die."

Many of the cultivators in the audience were not optimistic about Yan Xueli, but Jian Ruthless had a completely different opinion from them, and asked them, "Do you know this Yan......... How many years has Yan Xueli been cultivating? "

Twenty-five years?" Some people speculate that after all, twenty-five years of cultivation to the ninth layer of the Human Connections Realm can be regarded as a rare genius.

Jian ruthlessly shook his head and smiled: "No, it's two years, she and her little junior brother have been in Taoyuan Peak for nearly two years, and since I saw her again after going down the mountain, I didn't expect to be able to achieve such achievements." "

Two years!?"

Some people are shocked, and some people feel that heaven and earth are unfair.

The world never lacks genius, but why not itself?

.......

Heard the reminder from Yan Hao.

Looking at him, Yan Xueli's eyebrows were cold, like a cold pool, there was a breathtaking chill, and the moment the words disappeared, the ghost light lit up, instantly igniting a sea of fire.

The sudden change frightened Yan Hao and hurriedly retreated.

With a "boom", the entire arena was trembling, the majestic momentum was fierce, and unconsciously Yan Xueli mysteriously cut through the flames, and a delicate jade-like fist broke the dawn flame, suddenly hitting Yan Hao's body, causing a great turmoil.

A terrifying wave of power struck instantly!

Yan Hao only felt that his scalp was numb, as if a heavy Yue Mountain was suppressed, and in an instant, his bones made a "crackling" sound.

Roar——

Yan Xueli stepped out, and the vision of the fire phoenix that appeared behind him suddenly resounded in the sky, and at the same time sacrificed the immortal sword, and the cold light shone in the void, full of edge!

Wow -

the sword light is merciless!

With the blessing of the formation and the secret method, Yan Xueli's cultivation soared in a straight line, and the cultivation aura went from the original weak human network realm to the current straight to the Heavenly Spring.

It's a step to the sky!

In addition, Yan Xueli came to the world with a posture full of fire.

At this time, the Celestial Clan foreign aid cultivator recognized Yan Xueli and exclaimed, "Phoenix Fire! Isn't she the red ink that both righteous demons are wanted!? "

It's really her, it is rumored that she has cultivated to be able to counter-kill more than a dozen silver-level catchers of the Killing Hall, I thought it was an exaggeration, and I didn't want it to be true."

Someone is amazed, someone is sighing.

At the same time, the cultivators of the two races who were also the chasper of the Killing Hall immediately looked at Yan Xueli greedily, but they were soon told that Hongmo's wanted order had been revoked, and even if they killed her in the secret territory of the treasure house, they would not get any reward.

Yan Xueli on the field showed killing intent, and his eyes appeared icy cold.

When Yan Hao desperately wanted to resist, he found that he had a blue nose and a swollen face, obviously as a cultivator of the Tianquan Realm, but he was pressed and beaten by a human network realm, and even fell into the downwind, making him lose face.

Just as he was about to fight to the death, the tip of a sword was already in front of his eyes.

Yan Hao swallowed his unwilling saliva, looking at her who was as beautiful as a fairy in front of him, and suddenly felt a little awe and timidity in his heart.

From beginning to end, Yan Xueli was comfortable and graceful.

He opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

Yan Xueli moved, the blade of the sword cut through his neck, a tiny scar spilled blood, and death was a stone's throw away, making Yan Hao shudder, but when he saw her who turned to leave, it was clear that he had lost.

At the same time, Yan Xueli was attracted by a ray of light, and she looked at everyone in the audience with a cold and proud bow, trying to find Fan Yunmo's figure, but unfortunately she couldn't find it.

Finally, she fixed her gaze on Fan Yanxia, and her cold voice echoed in the arena: "Mayflies, they can also shake big trees."

All the monks stared blankly at the proudly standing figure, not knowing who they were speaking to, but they couldn't help but palpitate.

However, Fan Yanxia just glanced at her casually, and did not pay attention to it at all.

...........

Meanwhile.

Fan Yunmo slowly opened his eyes, but what fell into his eyes was a statue towering in the center, and a palace behind him.

"This is......?"

Just when Fan Yunmo was puzzled, an indifferent voice echoed coldly in his mind: "Stowaway! Damn it! "

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(Yan Xueli)

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