My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 311: Fighting, Madman, Snow Leopard
A flying boat hovered quietly above the mountain city in the night.

The surrounding mountain cliffs, including several tall pavilions not far away, were filled with practitioners, and discussions could be heard constantly.

The cultivator who was driving the flying boat looked a little embarrassed at the moment. He rolled his eyes and first looked at the "battlefield" in front of him that ended with Ye Wuyou's departure, and then glanced at Zhou Xuanyuan and Li Su who were sitting in the back.

"Hey, you two saw it too. Their fight was too fast. I was already moving at full speed, but I could only see this scene..."

“That money is non-refundable.”

The flying boat was very fast and had already arrived here ahead of others.

But the battle ended even faster, so they only saw the end of the battle.

The fight between the two was neither spectacular nor brilliant, and it was even somewhat disappointing.

In the eyes of many people, the two figures just crossed each other slightly in the air, and somehow, the sixth-level woman from the Cui family was knocked away.

Not to mention what magical power the man used at the end. How come the figure disappeared just after ripples appeared under his feet?
The cultivator's words received no response. On the contrary, he saw Zhou Xuanyuan in the back seat with eyes full of horror and confusion.

"Uh, brother, is it that serious? How about I retreat halfway..." the cultivator said uneasily.

"Do you know who that person is?" Zhou Xuanyuan asked hurriedly without caring whether the other party returned the money or not.

"Ah, I don't know. I've never seen him. But didn't the man below say that he was his son? Why don't you go and ask him?" The flying boat pilot said blankly.

Zhou Xuanyuan looked down and saw a forty-year-old middle-aged man shouting in all directions.

"You all heard it, he is my father."

What responded to him was the mocking smiles from the people around him.

"Sand sculpture."

Zhou Xuanyuan finally shook his head, with a hint of loneliness in his eyes.

He is now in the fifth realm, practicing the purest sword art and has a deep understanding of martial arts.

He could see clearly those moves that seemed unclear and blurry to others. It was because of this that he could understand how high the martial arts attainment was.

The martial arts attainments of each of those two people were far superior to his.

Zhou Xuanyuan had only encountered this feeling in two people before.

One is his master, the leader of the Sword Sect.

Neither side used Qi, and fought with the purest sword moves. Zhou Xuanyuan would lose ninety-nine times out of a hundred, and the one time he won was basically because his master let him win.

There was another one... it was the woman surnamed Lu, who also used the purest sword moves, but it took only two strikes to knock her sword out of her hand.

If that were the case, it would be fine. He had benefited a lot from every move made by the strong men in the fight, which was far from enough to shock him like this.

"That person is..." Zhou Xuanyuan muttered to himself.

"He looks familiar. I have an impression of him."

Zhou Xuanyuan was stunned, but found that Li Su, who was already drunk, had sat up at this moment, his cheeks flushed from being drunk, but Mu Zhou's eyes flashed a clear light.

She looked very serious at the moment, as if she was thinking, but her brows were gradually frowning.

Zhou Xuanyuan, who was standing by, had the same doubts and thoughts at this moment.

Very familiar.

Even though a year has passed, Zhou Xuanyuan still has a faint impression of it.

In the dim night, the man's figure gradually overlapped with the figure in his memory.

Is it him? That Ye Wuyou?
But he should have died...

And the realm doesn't match.

A year ago, although Ye Wuyou showed his talent, he was only at the third level.

He was able to fight against the Six Realms in just one year? And he had such profound attainments in martial arts?

And appeared in this distant Daxuan.

Li Su, who was dressed in plain clothes, sat up straight at this moment, trying to think about the possible connection, but his hand kept stroking his forehead and biting his teeth. The shopkeeper was right before. He didn't notice it when he drank it, but his headache got worse when the wind blew.

Her voice was filled with doubt.

"Do you think that person is him? If so, then the current situation in Dayan..."

As Li Su spoke, he seemed to have thought of something. A gleam flashed in his eyes, and his voice was filled with a certain urgency.

A strong man comparable to the sixth realm...

The reason why Dayan is in a weak position on the battlefield today is largely due to the scarcity of high-level practitioners in Dayan.

Because now in Dayan there are only two people in the sixth realm of heavenly power, one from the Taoist sect and the other from the Sword Sect.

As for the invading demon tribes in the north, they have so far unknowingly grown into five demon kings of the sixth realm.

Moreover, those other demon tribes... for some reason, they seemed endless. Before the war started, Dayan had clearly won several victories and achieved good results.

But as time passed, casualties increased, but the number of demons did not decrease at all.

As one side gained strength while the other lost, it became difficult to conceal the downward trend, and they suffered successive defeats.

But no matter what, if Dayan could have one more person in the sixth realm, would the situation be able to be turned around a little bit?

In response to Li Su, Zhou Xuanyuan's clear words came.

"That person is already dead. The other person just looks somewhat similar."

"But..." Li Su hesitated.

"There's nothing to worry about. Even if he were still alive, he wouldn't be able to reach his current level within a year." Zhou Xuanyuan's voice was flat, but his tone was firm.

Looks like he's figured it out.

The practitioner in the front driving seat was listening and eating melons at the moment. He thought about it and interrupted.

"You two want to know that person's identity?"

Li Su tilted her head slightly, "Well, didn't you say you didn't know?"

"No, no, no, I really don't know, but I do know the woman who fought with him. Cui Sanniang, the pride of the Cui family, knows everything. She will most likely be the one taking part in the gathering in two days. Aren't so many people gathered in this mountain city just for this excitement?"

The practitioner changed the subject and said with a smile.

"That person was able to fight against the Cui family, one of the seven great sects of the Great Mystery, and he didn't care about the consequences. It's not just his strength, but the other party is most likely a hidden genius of some force."

"If my prediction is correct, we may see the other side fighting at the meeting in two days. We will know then."

Is it?

Li Su nodded silently, but felt that it seemed to be meaningless.

Knowing who it is doesn’t matter. It won’t bring any change to Dayan’s current situation.

After calming down and thinking carefully, Li Su silently accepted the reality. After all, this matter was too absurd. How could a dead person appear in Daxuan, thousands of miles away, and have such a powerful realm?

The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment. Li Su tapped his forehead with his fingertips to soothe his tense nerves after being drunk.

I was really drunk before, how could I have pinned my hopes on such a vague thing.

But... could it really be him?

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A tiny streak of light flashed across the dark night sky.

Upon closer inspection, there was a figure in the stream of light, but that figure deliberately concealed his body shape and even tried not to leak his aura, as if he didn't want to be noticed.

It was the head of the Cui family who had left earlier.

He had now left the mountain city for dozens of miles and had arrived deep in Baiyun Mountain.

Looking at the gate of Baiyun Temple so close before him, he breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and then took out a set of clothes and put them on.

You have to know that he ran naked all the way here.

There was a hint of resentment in the old eyes of Patriarch Cui at this moment.

"Damn it, is that guy the Ye Wuyou that Ling Xue Pavilion mentioned? I was negligent. How could the guy who was favored by the young pavilion master be regarded as just an ordinary fifth realm? The Luo family has found a good thigh."

"It's also that guy's fault for not revealing his identity before. If we had known it was him, we wouldn't be so embarrassed."

"As for Lingxue Pavilion, the conditions offered to me by that damn demon Ji Wuye are far from enough. If I had known that the Luo family was so difficult to deal with, I would never have formed an alliance with him no matter what."

Cui Feng was gritting his teeth at this moment, but he felt helpless.

What the Luo family can give to the other party, the Cui family can also give to the other party, it is nothing more than interests, status and reputation.

Besides, the daughter of the young lady Luo Yue is extremely ugly, and the severity of her erosion means that she is not far from death.

Once the other party dies, the Luo family will fall apart, so it would be better for me to annex it.

Why didn't that boy understand? And he looked extremely unhappy when he mentioned Luo Yue, the ugly girl with corpse spots all over her body?

And Luo Yue also seemed to care about the boy named Ye.

Why is this?

Patriarch Cui was a little confused. After all, the Luo family was doomed sooner or later.

Ok?
Luo Family...

It turned out to be the case.

It turns out that boy is more cunning than I thought, Ye Wuyou is so cruel.

No wonder that boy showed so much concern for the ugly girl Luo Yue, and that girl probably believed it. Because as long as Luo Yue died, the Luo family would be his.

Such an ugly woman... Ye Wuyou, you are so cruel.

He sighed softly, his eyes filled with helplessness, loneliness, unwillingness and regret.

He had to admit that perhaps he had become accustomed to the comfort of being the head of the family for many years. The Cui Feng who was born in a humble family but was able to climb up bit by bit in the cracks of the family had been away from him for a long time.

The old patriarch recalled that when he was fifteen years old, he was still a young man in the prime of his life. He had the talent for cultivation, but he was unable to obtain more resources because of his humble background.

"Kid, you don't want to be confined to the lower three realms for the rest of your life, and then be exiled to other places to fish for the rest of your life, do you?" A woman said to him.

In order to get more resources in the family, Cui Feng climbed onto the bed of his mother, Zhao Ji, the clan leader at the time. He was sixty years old and weighed two hundred pounds.

In fact, I was even more ruthless than Ye Wuyou back then.

But why was I so impulsive today? Especially when I saw that boy, an inexplicable feeling of disgust rose in my heart.

Now thinking about it, it was totally wrong.

Cui Feng did not know the existence of the "Six Desires Demonic Sutra", and perhaps even Ye Wuyou himself had overlooked this point.

Just like the shop owner who wanted to take advantage of Ye Wuyou, the potential effect of "Six Desires Demonic Sutra" is the same.

Those who like someone like him/her more, while those who hate him/her more hate him/her more, and those who dislike him/her more dislike him/her, silently stirring up the emotions of outsiders.

If it were normal, it wouldn't stop there, but Ye Wuyou's "Six Desires to Transform Demons Sutra" was constantly running, and the accumulated emotions had reached a certain limit.

Although the mind of a person in the Sixth Realm is more determined than others, Cui Feng's mind is indeed a little slack. Besides, he is not as strong as Lu Chen.

But things have already happened, and Cui Feng does not regret it.

After all, you work hard all your life and you can’t even enjoy yourself?

Now I am just hurt by alcohol and sex, and my mind is exhausted.

Who could blame the woman he kept for having such a beautiful voice? Even if she had a soft body and a sword at her waist to kill ordinary people, Cui Feng would still be willing to be killed.

So, starting tomorrow, stop drinking.

There was a gleam of brilliance in Cui Feng's eyes. He then straightened his sleeves and walked towards the gate of Baiyun Temple step by step.

A figure floated out from the pavilion inside the mountain gate.

Accompanied by a beast roar, Ding Wang, sitting on the snow leopard, slowly came forward along with the voice.

"Is it Patriarch Cui? What happened in the mountain city that caused such a big commotion earlier?"

There was confusion in his voice, and Ding Wang was obviously confused as to why there was such a commotion so late at night.

But even so, just like when Luo Yue and Ji Wuye had a dispute before, he just watched but did not take any action.

Now he is still staying safely in Baiyun Temple.

After all, Master once taught us to “let nature take its course”.

Let nature take its course, be quiet and do nothing, watch others build tall buildings, watch others entertain guests, and watch others' buildings collapse.

Of course, except for the situation of meeting "Ye Wuyou".

After all, there is only one Daozi, and there is only one road leading to the seven realms in Baiyun Temple.

If I meet Ye Wuyou, I will erase the accident in my destiny and help my second uncle to end this relationship.

Your destiny must be in your own hands.

At this moment, the head of the Cui family was bowing and clasping his fists towards Ding Wang, saluting respectfully, and was about to explain.

"Young Taoist priest, I don't know. Previously... uh."

The words stopped abruptly.

Ding Wang was stunned, while Cui Feng's eyes were full of fear.

He was somewhat incredulous, and lowered his head stiffly, looking towards his chest.

Under the quiet moonlight, the sharp blade flashed with cold light and had pierced through his chest.

The person behind him gently exerted force with his palm.

The piercing blade was now slightly rotating and twisting inside his body, with his Qi churning until it destroyed everything.

Everything happened too suddenly, and Ding Wang finally reacted. A sharp look flashed in his innocent eyes, and his voice came with a sharp aura.

"stop!"

"Roar!" The snow leopard under him also roared.

Faced with the attacking magical power, Ye Wuyou turned a deaf ear and ignored it.

He just waved his hand, the blade was sharp, and it directly cut off the head of the person in front of him. With a grab of his big hand, he bound his soul.

"Madman, leave his soul behind!"

"Roar!"

"Shut up Snow Leopard!"

The powerful energy hit Ye Wuyou, causing him to fall dozens of feet down the stairs.

This magical power swept across the mountain road, raising countless dust.

At this moment, a sound of breaking air was heard in the dust, and Ding Wang noticed it instantly.

There was a hint of anger in Ding Wang's eyes at this moment. With a wave of his hand, the energy condensed into substance in front of him like a large silk net, and it was extremely sharp.

“No…save me, ah!”

A weak and heart-wrenching cry was heard in the sound of breaking through the air, but it disappeared in just a moment.

"This, this is..." Ding Wang's pupils shrank slightly.

The sound of breaking through the air was the flying head and soul of the head of the Cui family.

Now the head is gone. Under the Qi network that he had set up, it has become...

Was it me who crushed the last chance of survival of the Patriarch of the Cui family?
Ding Wang looked up at this moment and stared at Ye Wuyou.

The latter, standing on the steps at this moment, just patted his sleeves lightly and turned to leave.

Ding Wang frowned and his voice became colder.

"You killed the head of the Cui family. Do you want to leave like this?"

Ye Wuyou paused slightly.

He did not turn around, but just turned his head slightly and glanced at Ding Wang.

Being stared at, Ding Wang felt a little nervous for some reason.

In response to him, he received not only an indifferent look but also a cold remark.

"If you want to stop me, there's no need for so much nonsense."

As he spoke, Ye Wuyou smiled, pointed the blade in his hand at the steps in front of him, and a slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Just come directly."

Ding Wang frowned, wondering why this person was so arrogant.

But he just remained silent and said nothing.

The head of the Cui family is dead, this is the Cui family’s business.

It seems that I can just let things take their course.

But, this is after all in front of Baiyun Temple, right in front of me...

Who is the other party?

Someone was killed in front of me, but I didn't even know his name. It would be too embarrassing to mention this matter afterwards.

Thinking of this, Ding Wang patted the snow leopard with his palm and used its fur to wipe the sweat off his palm.

He then stood with his hands behind his back, lowered his eyes and spoke calmly.

His tone was indifferent, as if he didn't care at all.

"In that case, may I ask your name? After all, everything must be explained."

"I am your father."

Ding Wang took a deep breath and spoke again in a deep voice.

"You dare not even leave your name? With such ability, you dare not take the responsibility?"

These words made Ye Wuyou, who was walking, pause slightly. He seemed to think for a moment and chuckled a few times.

The voice came quickly.

"I'm your father, Ye Wuyou."

Ding Wang's gaze suddenly focused.

Fate is like a weave.

And at this moment, this thickest thread will be in his own hands.

(End of this chapter)