Arbitrary for eternity! Defy Heaven and Become Emperor

really! As soon as the two of them came on stage, Xuan Ye's face turned dark again.

As soon as the two of them came on the stage, they began to be humble to each other, and no one was willing to make the first move.

It wasn't until Xuan Ye coughed again in dissatisfaction that the two of them reluctantly made their own secrets and sacrificed their own magic weapons.

However, what Xuan Ye didn't expect was that these two living treasures started bragging about their magic weapons again.

He looked like he was talking endlessly and didn't know how long he wanted to talk.

"Boy Yun! Do you know the origin of my azure sword? If I tell you, I'll scare you. I advise you to admit defeat, lest you be defeated by me in two or three blows, which will cause great embarrassment."

The young man in green robes on the stone platform took the lead in offering a three-foot blue long sword, and threatened the young man in yellow robes with a jade-like complexion opposite him.

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man in yellow robe across from him snorted disdainfully. Not to be outdone, he also took out an khaki long sword and counterattacked:

"That scrap iron sword of yours is simply vulnerable to my Xuan Chong Sword. For the sake of our acquaintance, I allow you to surrender."

"It's a green steel sword!"

The young man in yellow shirt turned pale and corrected each word.

"Hmph! It's undoubtedly a scrap iron sword."

The young man in yellow robe curled his lips and snorted disdainfully.

The two of them were saying something to each other, just a few feet apart, yelling at each other like shrews.

They approached each other step by step, and soon under the witness of hundreds of people, these two "big" masters of the Infant Soul Realm threw aside their respective magic weapons.

As soon as their sleeves were rolled up, they hugged each other, their noses and faces were bruised and swollen, and their faces were covered in blood.

The hundreds of disciples below looked at each other in stunned silence. After a long time, they finally couldn't suppress their laughter any longer.

But Xuan Ye was really angry and laughing in his heart, lamenting how he met these two living treasures, and quickly shouted:

"That's enough! You two bastards are still embarrassed! Get off here!"

But even if Xuan Ye made a sound, the two of them still held each other's legs and refused to let go.

Feng Wu and Wenxuan, who had been sitting upright, couldn't stand it any longer. They stood up quickly and spent a long time pulling them apart.

Even after they pulled away, the two of them still kept talking. The young man in green shirt covered his face with one hand, squinted his swollen eyes, looked to the side and yelled:

"Let you say my treasure is a scrap metal sword again!"

This caused everyone to burst into laughter, and the handsome young man in yellow robe, whose face was covered with blood, and whose face was like jade, had long since disappeared.

But he still stiffened his neck and continued:

"Hmph! It's just a scrap iron sword."

After that, the two of them were about to pounce on each other again, and Feng Wu giggled while covering her mouth.

Wenxuan glanced secretly at Xuan Ye, whose face was almost dripping with gloom. His heart skipped a beat, and he knocked out these two living treasures with two blows of his hand.

Then one by one, he raised the two of them in front of Xuan Ye, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead slightly, and said carefully:

"Elder...the two of them...the two of them..."

But Wenxuan hesitated for a long time and couldn't find any reason to excuse the two of them. He could only sigh and stood there blankly.

Xuan Ye closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said directly:

"The rest of you, tell me directly whether you want to fight. If you want to fight, just pick one of Wenxuan and Feng Wu to fight."

As soon as Xuan Ye's words came out, one of them took a step forward, eager to try. However, when Xuan Ye finished speaking, before the step had even landed, he quickly took it back with a depressed look.

Seeing that there was no movement for a long time, Xuan Ye opened his eyes in surprise and looked at the group of young and promising teenagers in confusion, except for the two lying on the ground, and scolded:

"You are so young and so unwilling to make progress. You should know that cultivating the Tao is a journey..."

When Xuan Ye was about to speak some great truths as an elder to make these juniors more knowledgeable, Cui Xiaopang, who was standing next to him, suddenly said seriously:

"Elder! We don't want to fight. The position of the core disciples has already been tacitly recognized in our hearts as Senior Brother Wenxuan and Senior Sister Feng Wu. We are just here to go through the motions."

After Cui Xiaopang finished speaking, the other disciples nodded and said:

"We are almost all brought up by our senior brothers and sisters. If it hadn't been for us to delay our cultivation, Senior Brother Wen and Senior Sister Feng would have been core disciples during the last competition."

"We have always regarded Senior Brother Wen and Senior Sister Feng as our own relatives. Thanks to the care and guidance of Senior Brother and Senior Sister for so many years, we have achieved our current level of cultivation."

Xuan Ye's face gradually softened, and after a moment of silence, he stared at a few people closely and asked:

"Tell me, why do you practice?"

However, as soon as Xuan Ye finished speaking, everyone did not avoid Xuan Ye's direct gaze at all. They raised their heads and said firmly:

"Senior brother and sister have taught us since childhood that when we grow up and become successful in cultivation, we must hoe the strong and support the weak! Kill demons and demons! Be an upright man!"

Xuan Ye was speechless for a moment, staring blankly at the people in front of him. But at this moment, bursts of sincere shouts suddenly sounded from below:

"Be an upright man...!"

"Be an upright woman...!"

Xuan Ye's eyes were in a daze, but he couldn't help but feel a severe pain in his heart:

"You...why are you so cruel!!!"

Xuan Ye suppressed the strange emotions in his heart, turned around and left with a red light all over his body, leaving only one sentence that made everyone cheer and reverberate:

"Wen Xuan and Feng Wu are both core disciples! In three days, my master will come and find you!"

"Congratulations, senior brother and senior sister!"

"Congratulations, senior brother and senior sister!"

Countless sincere congratulations came one after another without stopping for a long time, and the two people who had fainted suddenly got up.

Looking around, he saw that Xuan Ye was no longer there, so he also laughed happily.

Just by grinning at the corners of their mouths, the two of them immediately twitched their faces and gritted their teeth in pain, which naturally caused another burst of laughter.

"You kid can't be gentler!"

"How dare you accuse me? My whole body hurts everywhere! Hiss!"

At this time, Xuan Ye floated silently on a peak, with a surge in his chest that could not be calmed down for a long time, and then a strong and extremely murderous intention continued to gather around him.

"You...even if you die thousands of times, you will never be able to atone for your sins!"

It was also sunset, and two figures were leaning against each other in the pavilion. The girl in their arms turned her head slightly and said softly:

"Brother Wenxuan! It seems that we have done nothing wrong! Everything is worth it!"

The young man stroked the girl's hair lovingly and nodded:

"Thank you for your hard work, Feng'er!"

The girl was about to speak when suddenly a calm, yet extremely gentle voice sounded:

"Not only did you do nothing wrong, you also did it far better than anyone else! Very good!"