Wei Xiong stood with his hands behind his back, expressionless. No emotion could be seen on his square face. Only a pair of eyes as sharp as needles were looking down at Zhou Lieyang.

This world seemed to have fallen into endless silence again. No one even dared to breathe loudly.

"To dissolve two such mighty forces so easily without making a sound, such cultivation and such a realm, is really... powerful."

His eyes were like lightning, and a whisper sounded in Ye Wuque's heart, which made his mind and will more determined.

Zhou Lieyang felt very uncomfortable at this moment. He bent down slightly, facing down, clasped his hands, and rushed straight to Wei Xiong in the sky. The wrinkles on his old face were knotted, and a layer of fine sweat beads covered his forehead. Deep in those fierce eyes, there was a deep fear.

Because Zhou Lieyang felt that an infinite pressure was pressing heavily on his body through the sharp eyes of Tianbian, as if he was falling into the abyss, as if he was facing hell. He felt as if he had become a lamb, shivering in the ice and snow with biting cold wind, helpless and desperate.

Qi Shilong on the other side was exactly the same as Zhou Lieyang, but he was extremely relaxed. He glanced at Zhou Lieyang who was trying hard to endure, and a sneer crossed his lips.

"This matter ends here."

Retracting his gaze from Zhou Lieyang, Wei Xiong's words sounded faintly, but his tone was unquestionable and echoed in everyone's ears. And with Wei Xiong's words, everyone seemed to feel the surroundings relax, and there was no longer that kind of silent oppression and stagnation.

Zhou Lieyang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, knowing that he had made the right bet.

In the battle of a hundred cities, as long as you don't die, you don't ask about the means.

This sentence was said by Wei Xiong himself. Zhou Lieyang knew that Wei Xiong always kept his word and was impartial. As long as the person was not dead, everything could be discussed.

As for the cultivation being abolished and the tendons being broken?

It was his fault because he was not as skilled as others!

"Okay, I have delayed a little time. Those who have passed the first stage of the Hundred Cities War, follow me.

"

"Om"

The storage ring that Ye Wuque gave to Wei Xiong was sent back by a force, and the bloody knife was sent back into the storage ring.

"Boom boom"

Wei Xiong waved his right hand, and the white light gate in the sky suddenly shone with dazzling white light, and the ethereal aura swept open again, completely covering the dozens of young cultivators who had passed the first stage of the Hundred Cities War.

Just as Zhou Lieyang was looking at the slender figure covered by white light in the sky with a hint of coldness, a faint voice suddenly sounded in Zhou Lieyang's ears, and the tone was also unquestionable.

"He is cruel and bloodthirsty, with no bottom line. After Zhou Huo recovers from his injury, send him to the prison city."

Zhou Lieyang's old face turned pale in an instant.

...

"Buzz..."

The two separated Yuanli light circles were pulled by a force and flew in the void.

The roar of Yuanli came to my ears. In one of the Yuanli light circles, Ye Wuque, Lin Yingluo, Sima Ao and the three sisters of the Mo family stood side by side.

"Xiao Baiou, is the wound on your face okay?"

Touching Mo Baiou's little head, Ye Wuque asked with some heartache.

"It's okay, Brother Ye, it will be healed in a few days, and you have also avenged me!"

Mo Baiou smiled with his big eyes playing like crescents.

Putting her arm around Mo Baiou's shoulders lovingly, Mo Honglian continued, "I never thought that Zhou Lieyang, this old man, would turn right and wrong upside down and want to kill you without knowing right from wrong."

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"If it weren't for City Lord Qi's timely help this time, you, Wuque, would be in danger."

Sima Ao also had a face full of fear.

"It seems that I have to be wary of the City Lord of the Purple Fire City in the future."

Nodding slightly, a faint light flashed across Lin Yingluo's cold eyes.

"Hehe, don't worry, with City Lord Qi here, Zhou Lieyang dare not trip me up blatantly, but it's still right to be careful."

Seeing that everyone was worried about his safety, Ye Wuque felt warm in his heart and replied with a smile.

Then he glanced and saw Nalan Yan standing on the other side of the Yuanli light circle.

With a change of expression, Ye Wuque walked forward, stopped in front of Nalan Yan, clasped his fists, and said with a smile: "Thank you Miss Nalan for your help just now."

It seemed that she was not surprised at Ye Wuque's arrival. Nalan Yan's beautiful eyes on her heroic face were shining with a hint of moisture.

She was tall, wearing a white and green close-fitting martial arts skirt, with round shoulders and a towering chest. The close-fitting martial arts skirt wrapped around her thin waist, forming an amazing and charming arc below, and then a pair of straight beautiful legs, with a graceful posture and graceful and elegant appearance.

"Mr. Ye, you are too polite. If Mr. Ye had not arrived in time in Yuanyang Palace, it would still be a question whether Nalan could stand here and speak. So, if it comes to saving people, it was Mr. Ye who saved Nalan first."

Nalan Yan was usually very heroic and intelligent. Many young talents in Tianfeng Main City were attracted by her bold temperament that was different from other women, and they could not see Nalan Yan showing her unique attitude as a daughter.

At this moment, Ye Wuque was lucky enough to see her. His bright eyes looked at her moist and beautiful eyes, and Ye Wuque smiled slightly and said, "Miss Nalan, you are too polite. No matter what, I will report today's matter in a few days."

Then the two of them exchanged a few more words, and Ye Wuque returned to the girls, sat cross-legged on the spot, and began to practice.

From a distance, Nalan Yan's eyes would occasionally sweep over Ye Wuque who was practicing with his eyes closed, and his eyes were inexplicable.

"Haha, Nalan, you are staring at Ye Wuque so intently. Are you attracted to him? Tsk tsk, those young talents in our Tianfeng Main City will be sad now."

The lively one among the other two cultivators in Tianfeng Main City suddenly laughed and spoke with a hint of ridicule in his tone.

The ridicule from behind made Nalan Yan retract her gaze, and then sat down cross-legged. She did not answer, but her red lips curled up in a charming arc.

This scene was seen by several women.

Xiao Baiou pouted her lips, Mo Honglian seemed to be thinking about something, Mo Qingye was immersed in cultivation like Ye Wuque, and only Lin Yingluo's cold eyes flashed a hint of sadness.

"Buzz..."

The Yuanli light circle vibrated in the void, and in a blink of an eye, it soared for half an hour.

"Hmm? The speed has slowed down."

Mo Honglian, who was the first to wake up from the practice, noticed the state of the Yuanli light circle.

"It seems that we have arrived at the destination."

Ye Wuque opened his eyes and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He stood up, and then the five people stood side by side, waiting quietly.

"Buzz..."

The dazzling white light gradually dissipated, and suddenly a tall figure appeared, followed by dozens of young faces.

Wei Xiong turned around and stood with his hands behind his back, saying to the dozens of young monks in front of him: "For the next three days, you will have a good rest here and adjust your state. After three days, someone will come to pick you up."

"Swoosh"

After saying this, Wei Xiong soared into the air and turned into a stream of light and rushed into the distance.

"Look! That is..."

Suddenly someone shouted, with a hint of excitement in his tone.

"Hiss! Am I seeing things right?"

"Could that be... the first main city?"

"It must be right!"

...

Dozens of cultivators burst into exclamations, their voices full of surprise and excitement, as if they had seen something extremely extraordinary!

Ye Wuque's eyes also flashed with a trace of shock and excitement. At the end of his sight, in the direction of the streamer that Wei Xiong had transformed into, a huge golden city stood tall and majestic in a place very far away from here!

Despite the extremely long distance, Ye Wuque could still feel an endless power from the golden city!

If the Yuanyang Palace gave people the feeling of being vast and simple, as if it had precipitated years, and had been quietly waiting for the destined person who could open it.

Then this golden city was ancient and domineering!

It lay there, as if sitting upright in time, nothing could shake it, nothing could destroy it, ancient and powerful, domineering and majestic, the mottled years seemed to be unable to describe it, only two other words could, eternal.

"The first main city... It's really fascinating!"

Ye Wuque lowered his head slightly after retracting his gaze, his eyes were bright and fiery, and he clenched his fists. Then he was the first to walk to the group of buildings that were separated and connected to each other ten feet away.

"These small buildings also look extremely old!"

Looking at the simple and elegant small buildings in front of him, Mo Baiou spoke with some surprise.

"That's natural. This should be the place where the participants take a temporary rest in every Hundred Cities War."

Following Mo Baiou's words, Mo Honglian's eyes revealed a trace of emotion.

The other dozens of cultivators also recovered from the excitement of seeing the first main city for the first time, and each dispersed and walked towards the small building they chose.

"Yin"

a subtle sword hum sounded, Feng Caichen carried a long sword on his back, and a trace of throbbing flashed in his clear eyes, as if he thought of something when he saw these small buildings.

Ye Wuque keenly noticed that most of the young strong men he had noticed on the white jade platform were still there, but there were also some mysterious and powerful new faces.

There were three people in the southeast. The leader was wearing a black martial robe. He had a unique temperament and stood out from the crowd. His aura was like the abyss and the sea. He exuded a chill all over his body, like a piece of ice that had not melted for a thousand years. There were

three people in the southwest. They were dressed in strange clothes. Although they looked different, their temperaments were surprisingly consistent. The three of them stood together in harmony, but they gave people a very dangerous feeling .

There were three fat men in the east. Each of them was like a meat mountain. They weighed at least 300 kilograms. At this moment, they were smiling foolishly and seemed harmless to humans and animals. There were three

pretty but pale women in the west. This paleness seemed to be innate, not because of insufficient blood and qi. The three women's aura seemed to be floating, their breathing was very shallow, but their bodies were extremely charming.

...

Looking around, Ye Wuque felt more and more strange in his heart. He glanced at Feng Caichen who was carrying a long sword again. He did not stop and nodded to the others. He randomly selected a small building, flashed his figure, and rushed towards it.

Sima Ao followed Ye Wuque and chose another small building next to the left.

The remaining four women also chose the connected small buildings one by one. In this way, they could take care of each other and rush to the place in the shortest time if something happened. There were

many empty small buildings, more than a hundred seats, enough for everyone to stay in temporarily.

The layout of the small building was very simple, with a round table, two chairs and a wooden bed, that's all.

Ye Wuque sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, first circulated the holy way of fighting spirit and entered into cultivation. After practicing quietly for two hours, he opened his closed eyes.

The storage ring on his right hand flashed, and a scroll appeared in his right hand. It was the scroll that he had taken from Zhou Huo in Yuanyang Hall, and it was still shining with a faint light.

"The lower-grade yellow-level secret skill, the Chigai Siyang Gong."

Then the storage ring flashed again, and another thing was taken out by Ye Wuque and held in his left hand. It was also a scroll.

"The lower-grade Huang-level secret skill, the Moon-Clear Treasure Mirror."

Ye Wuque exhaled lightly, holding a scroll in one hand, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and his mind echoed the last words that Ji Yuanyang had told him beside the Yuanli Crystal Flow.

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