780: C780 Strange Scholar

C780 Strange Scholar

Two miles away in the drill ground, most of the cultivators participating in the Square Dao Discussion had already arrived, including Wang Mohen, Gao Yuling, and the others.

Xing Ri stood at the edge of the platform and swept his gaze across the crowd below. His brows would occasionally furrow, as if he was looking for something.

Behind him, Qin Zhao, who had attacked the martial artists participating in the Square Dao Discussion at the perimeter of the drill grounds, was currently tied up and kneeling on the ground by a golden body. The two of them were grinning hideously.

"Stop looking! That boy Ye Hongtian was struck by my saber energy. The saber energy has my true essence and soul force attached to it. It's absolutely impossible for him to survive." Qin Zhao said confidently.

Xing Ri, who stood at the edge, turned his head and glared fiercely at Qin Zhao when he heard this. Then, he continued searching in the crowd below.

In the crowd, Wang Mohen and the others gathered together. Every one of them had gloomy expressions on their faces.

When Qin Zhao attacked, they returned to Rising Sun City the next day. They originally thought that with Ye Hongtian's speed, he would return very quickly. But they waited at the city gates for an entire day. Seeing those martial artists who participated in the Square Dao Discussion all return to Rising Sun City, they still did not discover Ye Hongtian's figure.

Seven days had already passed since Qin Zhao's attack. In these seven days, they would search for Ye Hongtian's tracks in Rising Sun City every day. Ever since Ye Hongtian disappeared, their faces no longer revealed smiles.

Today was the day the second round of the Square Dao Discussion began. They felt that Ye Hongtian might come to participate in the second round of the test. So they came here. Now, it seemed like Xing Ri was about to announce the start of the second round. However, Ye Hongtian still hadn't appeared.

"Let's go look for him." Yan Duanchen turned to Wang Mohen and said.

Wang Mohen nodded without a second thought. Then he turned around and walked towards the entrance of the drill ground. It wasn't easy for him to squeeze out of the crowd, but he found that Xing Ri was blocking the entrance of the drill ground.

When the two of them saw Xing Ri, they immediately stopped in their tracks and greeted him with cupped fists.

"What do you want to do?" Xing Ri asked directly.

The two of them looked at each other and then said in unison, "There's something I haven't done yet. Let's go out for a while."

Hearing their answer, Xing Ri revealed a bitter smile, walked in, and patted their shoulders.

"Ye Hong Tian is a person with great luck. He must still be alive. I don't think he will give up the prize for the second round."

As Xing Ri spoke, he threw the two back to where they had been standing. He waved his hand and left a wall made of Zhen Yuan at the entrance. Then, he jumped back onto the platform.

Wang Mohen and Yan Duanchen, who had fallen to the ground, looked up at Xing Ri, who had flown over their heads. They heaved a sigh of relief and looked at each other with a smile.

At this time, outside the entrance of the drill ground, a figure suddenly appeared by the wall. It was Ding Fen.

When Wang Mohen and Yan Duanchen were talking to Xing Ri, he had cleverly used his soul power to cover himself and escaped Xing Ri's perception to come outside.

Glancing at the already blocked entrance, he kicked off the ground with both feet and rushed towards the city.

Although all the martial artists participating in the Four Direction Dao Discussion had already entered the drill ground, Sun City was still a large city after all, and the streets were still filled with people.

As Ding Fen Xing walked on the streets, the pedestrians in front of him were all pushed away by a very gentle force, and their walking speed was very fast.

But just as he was about to use his strength to push away a young white-haired scholar in front of him who was holding a folding fan, a rebound force struck him, pushing him to the ground before he could even react.

"Hmm? Are you alright, sir?"

When the scholar saw Ding Fen suddenly fall, he smiled and extended his hand towards Ding Fen, wanting to pull him up.

However, Ding Fen did not extend his hand to grab this person's hand. Both of his palms forcefully slapped the ground and flew into the air.

Because this place was still within the range of the no-fly formation, Ding Fen immediately felt a wave of pressure when he flew into the air.

Originally, he wanted to fly directly out of the range of the Forbidden Space Formation's coverage. But just as he flew forward a distance of ten feet, a force attacked him from behind.

Ding Fen, who was also able to use his soul power before he reached the Divine Essence Realm, had very keen senses. The moment he sensed this force, he immediately dodged sideways.

In that flash, he saw a ball of white True Essence fly past him. After it hit empty air, it slowly dissipated.2

"Who?!"

Ding Fen shouted loudly. A dagger had already appeared in his hand, and in an instant, he threw it at the spot where the mass of vital essence had flown out.

The tip of the dagger was emitting a light. Obviously, it was attached with soul power. This showed that in Ding Fen's view, this opponent who had launched a sneak attack on him was very dangerous.

But before he could turn his head to see if his dagger had stabbed the person who had attacked him, a voice rang in his ears.

"Your reaction is not bad, your senses are sharp enough, and you can even use soul power. You are a talent, but unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be Ye Hong Tian."

Hearing this voice, Ding Fen's eyes immediately widened. He had no idea when the person had come to his side, so he swept a leg whip at him.

The leg whip swept across the place where the sound had come from, and only then did he realize that there was no one around him. His body was covered in sweat, and his eyes were popping out.

After looking around and seeing that there was no one around, Ding Fen released his soul force to investigate. After a few minutes, he put away his soul force and left this place.

As soon as Ding Fen left, a white figure appeared where he stood. At this moment, Ding Fen was still here and he discovered that this person was actually the white-haired scholar who had wanted to help him up.

"Cultivation at the ninth stage of the True Essence Realm, talent comparable to Xi'er. However, his strength is inferior to Xi'er's. Any random cultivator who participated in the Square Dao Discussion would be so formidable. How strong is that Ye Hong Tian? Xi'er probably has a worthy opponent this time." The white-haired scholar muttered.

After saying that, he lowered his head and looked at the dagger in his hand. In the next second, he disappeared into the air.

When this happened, Ye Hongtian, who just came out of Mu Jue's house, turned out from that alley. His face was full of depression.

"What is Senior Mu Jue thinking? Why did he move the house to that place? This is going to kill me. If Senior Mu Jue didn't tell me the route to come out, I might really get lost inside."

Saying that, Ye Hongtian looked around and found that it was a completely unfamiliar place.

People were coming and going on the street. Ye Hongtian reached out his hand and casually pulled a person into the alley.

The person who was pulled into the alley was a martial artist at the fifth level of Qi Cultivating Stage. He was pulled into the alley for no reason, so when he saw Ye Hong Tian, he naturally went up and gave him a punch.

But how could this fifth stage Qi Refining man possibly injure Ye Hong Tian, who was at the third stage of true essence? In Ye Hong Tian's eyes, the man's punch was extremely slow. Even if he waited for the man's punch to hit his face, he would still be able to dodge it.

However, he didn't have such a bad taste. He raised his hand and easily caught this man's fist. Then, his other hand took out a high-grade origin stone from his heaven and earth pouch and placed it in this man's hand.

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