A five-year-old Daluo Jinxian? I simulated binding with the prehistoric world.

After being mercilessly criticized by Ji Lingyun, Wei Yixiao felt that the anger in his heart was rising.

His face was gloomy, his eyes stared at Ji Lingyun, and he squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "Little girl, I advise you to be more respectful when talking to your senior brother!"

When he said the last few words, he deliberately emphasized his tone, and his voice was so cold that it made people shudder.

Before he finished speaking, Wei Yixiao suddenly felt an indescribable strong breath burst out from his body.

This breath was like a surging torrent, unstoppable, and instantly filled the surroundings.

At the same time, a piercing chill swept over without warning, piercing into the depths of his soul like a sharp sword.

Wei Yixiao trembled all over, and the boiling anger was like being poured over by a basin of ice water, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

He widened his eyes, his face full of astonishment, because in just this moment, he clearly realized that his soul seemed to have been greatly affected and affected.

Wei Yixiao came back to his senses and quickly swept his eyes to Luo Liyan beside Ji Lingyun.

When his eyes met Luo Liyan, an unprecedented sense of fear arose from the bottom of his heart.

"What is going on? Why did I feel an inexplicable sense of fear just now?"

Wei Yixiao thought to himself.

You know, with his current strength and status, he is a rare opponent among his peers.

Not to mention a new female disciple, even those famous young elites may not be able to make him feel the slightest fear.

But Luo Liyan has become the only person who has made him feel timid so far.

Recalling the thrilling scene just now, Wei Yixiao is still frightened.

In that short moment, he clearly felt that if he dared to continue to speak rudely or act rashly, he would probably face a miserable end.

Is this just his illusion?

With a heart full of doubts and disbelief, Wei Yixiao looked at Luo Liyan again, trying to find some clues from her.

At this time, Wei Yixiao had reached the peak of the Golden Core stage, and was only one step away from the Nascent Soul stage. It can be said that he was in a false infant state.

And just half a year ago, in order to help him win the championship in the upcoming Seven Veins Martial Arts Competition, Wei Aowu did not hesitate to spend countless precious natural materials and treasures to help him greatly improve his cultivation.

...............

Logically speaking, with his current strength, he should never be afraid of an unknown junior sister.

The purpose is to make the hated Yuheng Peak lineage disappear completely.

He hated Taoist Master Daoxuan, and also hated Ye Changsheng. He hated everything about Yuheng Peak.

As long as Yuheng Peak disappears, he will do it at all costs.

Even though Wei Yixiao now has the strength of a fake infant, he still felt threatened at that moment.

The opponent is obviously only in the middle stage of the Golden Core, and the power that is icy and piercing, penetrating the soul, seems to be not from this world.

"Strange, is it my illusion?"

Wei Yixiao shook his head suspiciously. Although he was furious at the moment, after careful consideration, he decided to put aside the idea of ​​attacking Ji Lingyun for the time being.

After all, the competition has not officially started yet, he does not want to cause trouble at this moment, and he does not want to expose his true strength too early.

His only goal is to win the championship of this Seven Veins Martial Arts Competition.

Even if he can be the center of attention here, what can he do?

It is meaningless.

It would be better to hold back and wait until the moment of stepping onto the stage, then give this ignorant woman a lesson she will never forget, let her lose face in public, and be trampled under his feet, so that he can vent his hatred.

Thinking of this, Wei Yixiao snorted coldly and said indignantly: "Hmph, Yuheng Peak is full of uneducated people, I don't bother to argue with you!"

After that, he flicked his sleeves, turned around resolutely, and stepped forward to leave.

"Tsk, I thought this guy really dared to do anything to me!"

Seeing this, Ji Lingyun was not only not afraid, but also made a face at Wei Yixiao and stuck out her tongue mischievously.

At this time, Wei Yixiao, who had already turned around and left, was so angry that he trembled all over when he heard this, clenched his hands into fists, and his nails were deeply embedded in his palms. He almost rushed back to strangle Ji Lingyun to death on the spot.

However, reason eventually prevailed over impulse. He took a deep breath and kept reminding himself: A little impatience will ruin a big plan, so just be patient for now!

After I successfully win the championship, I will definitely make everyone in Yuheng PeakShoot them all out.

When the time comes, if you want to stay in the sect, you have to kneel down and save me...

Thinking this way, Wei Yixiao suppressed the rage burning in his heart and left angrily.

After Wei Yixiao left, Ji Lingyun pulled Luo Liyan's sleeve and said, "Sister, I was scared to death. I thought this man was going to hit me just now."

Luo Liyan: He just wanted to hit you, isn't it all thanks to me?

At this moment, a sword light streaked across the sky like a meteor and instantly stopped over the martial arts field.

I saw an old man in a white robe, with a fairy-like appearance, stepping on a flying sword and slowly landing on the high platform. He was the elder of the Transmission Hall. Seeing this, everyone looked up and was filled with awe.

The elder coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and said, "Disciples, be quiet! The Seven Veins Martial Arts Competition is about to officially begin..."

Although his voice was not loud, it was clearly heard by everyone.

"Please line up quickly according to the order of your respective peaks." The elder then ordered, "Do not cut in line or make loud noises at will, and be sure to maintain good order."

Everyone did not dare to neglect the words and took action immediately.

For a while, the sound of footsteps and low conversations came from the martial arts field.

There were many disciples from other peaks, ranging from hundreds to tens of thousands, densely packed into huge square formations.

In contrast, the team of Yuheng Peak seemed particularly abrupt.

There were only two disciples in the entire Yuheng Peak.

However, Luo Liyan and Ji Lingyun both had outstanding looks and graceful figures, like fairies descending to the earth, and they successfully attracted the attention of many people.

Under the stage, seven square formations were arranged in order, bustling and lively.

Standing on the high platform, Sikong Zhaixing and other senior officials looked at the scene in front of them, and their faces showed gratified smiles.

"Junior brothers and sisters, looking at these vigorous and energetic young people, do they remind you of when we first entered the sect?" Sikong Zhaixing turned around and said to several fellow disciples beside him.

"Yes, back then, we were also as young and ignorant as they were, with boiling blood, surging passion, and youthful frivolity..." Qu Xingjian continued, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.