He became inexplicably excited, grabbed the wrist of the boy opposite, and calculated his talent in his spiritual sense.

However, when he came to the young man's spiritual consciousness, he saw nothing, there was only a blank space and nothing.

He frowned uneasyly, not believing that there was nothing in the boy's spiritual consciousness, so he searched wildly.

When a red shadow appeared in front of his eyes, the spirit master tried to open his eyes wide and see clearly what it was, but in an instant he saw the true face of the boy.

The exquisite plum blossom bloomed between the eyebrows and eyes on the boy's forehead. No matter how much the boy wanted to cover up the bright color, this strange plum seal could no longer be covered and emitted a dazzling light.

The spirit master looked at the light in shock, and a woman gradually appeared in the red light.

She sat in a pavilion in the middle of a clear lake. From a distance, her figure was as red as fire. A ball of burning red leaned on the bench alone, reflecting the stunning color in the white light. Her appearance was as crystal clear as jade, as a crescent moon, as if it were snowing like snow in a flower tree.

The eyes are like a pool of clear water. When they look around, they have a pure and elegant temperament, which makes people feel ashamed of themselves and dare not blaspheme. What exudes between their eyebrows is a different spiritual energy than the mortal women.

When the spirit master truly saw the woman's appearance, he was shocked in a moment. So within this second, his spiritual consciousness changed rapidly, and a strong wave of aura suddenly attacked him.

When he realized it, he had no time to avoid it, and his soul was shaken back into his body. He felt the smell of blood spreading in his throat, and then he coughed out a mouthful of blood.

The hunched figure in the straw raincoat gasped violently.

The people who saw the spiritual master coughing up blood were immediately in anger.

"How can the spirit master cough up blood?"

"The spiritual power of the spirit master is unmatched by anyone in the Eight Desolations. What kind of talented divine power does this girl have to make the spirit master cough up blood?"

"I don't know... I'm afraid this year's Fairy Art Conference will not be calm anymore. In previous years, there were no two people who made the spiritual masters so much noise like this year."

Just as everyone was talking, the spirit master gradually calmed down his heartbeat, and his old and withered hands let go of the hand of the young man sitting in front of him, and sighed.

When everyone saw the spirit master stopping, they stopped talking, wanting to hear what kind of divine power the young man sitting here in front of him was.

As the person involved, Yu Quanyou didn't care about her talent at all. She just kept staring at the figure in the straw raincoat, always feeling that she had seen this figure somewhere, as if she was in a dream, and in a time she couldn't remember.

The trembling arm sensationist kept looking at the young man who was also looking at him with his only eyes exposed outside the straw raincoat. He knew that the young man was dressed as a young man.

But the girl's appearance is the face of the person he has been looking for since ancient times. A person he has been willing to wait for for more than 100,000 years.

The spirit master pressed down his emotions hard and squirmed his dry and peeling lips.

"The son of Tiansha is unknown and unlucky, has no spiritual roots, has a good heart, and is a strange martial arts talent, but he is definitely not a cultivator."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present, and the disciples sent by Changbai to maintain order, were stunned and looked at the young man called the son of the Tiansha, and responded with shock, ridicule and sympathetic eyes.

The boy stood up gracefully in front of everyone. His indifferent expression and his gently raised eyes were full of doubts.

"You said I was the son of the Heavenly Evil, and I had no spiritual roots. I also said that I was not a cultivator of immortals. But I didn't believe these things." The boy was confident that the confidence exuded by him almost made everyone willing to believe him. He believed that such a young man who was unwilling to accept the destiny of heaven and could defeat heaven.

"What if you don't believe it? You are just a mortal. A mortal is a mortal. If you don't have talent, you will be powerless even if you have the will. Ha... Besides, you... are still a son of the Heavenly Evil."

A sarcastic voice came from the third floor of Changsheng Pavilion. Xuan Ruo slowly walked down the stairs that were spinning in circles, like a proud peacock, looking at Yu Quanyou with extremely disdainful eyes.
Chapter completed!