Chapter 1669 - 1670: Burial God Battlefield
For An Zichen's strong selection, in everyone's eyes, this is almost a foregone conclusion, with no suspense at all.
An Zichen has already broken through to the Spirit Martial Realm, and at this moment, in Sang Country, the only experts who can stop her are Jingtian Chuyi and Jing Kongzhao.
However, everyone knows that Jingtian Chuyi and Jing Kongzhao have long been entangled by Yang Fei at Arena No. 04. Jingtian Chuyi has been completely subdued by Yang Fei and is willing to reside at Huaxia Drinking Snow Tower.
Even though it was expected, seeing An Zichen's name as the first on the list, Mad Blade and others were still overjoyed.
This is the first time in nearly ten years that a Huaxia expert has entered the top ten on the Martial Arts Golden Sword list.
Below An Zichen's ranking is the Sword Emperor.
The Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament does not exclude weapon experts. The Sword Emperor's divine sword is extraordinary, and those who can withstand him are few and far between.
Beneath the Sword Emperor, the third-ranked person is also familiar to everyone; it is Xue Mingtai.
All three of these people are from Huaxia Drinking Snow Tower.
Since then, Huaxia Drinking Snow Tower has become famous worldwide.
Fan Yi, under the banner of an expert from the independent schools, ranked fourth, which is why Mad Blade and others were cheering here.
Fan Yi's Kung Fu has already reached the realm of Half-Step True Martial. His strength is enough to earn him the title of one of the top ten experts of the Martial Arts Golden Sword.
Mad Blade looked at Fan Yi's name on the electronic screen, couldn't help but curse.
"Damn it, Heaven rewards diligence; it's not deceiving me."
"This kid, Fan Yi, was originally weaker than me, but I went womanizing. Now he is much stronger than me."
Fan Yi stood in the crowd with a resolute expression, his back straight, and his handsome, cool face showed no emotion.
Mad Blade talked for a long time, but Fan Yi remained silent.
Mad Blade turned his face and took a glance at Fan Yi, immediately annoyed.
"Fan Yi, you dare to look down on me? Let's get on the arena and fight today."
Fan Yi smiled slightly; his granite-like face seemed like melting ice and snow, fluid and natural in his smile.
"If you put a little of your bed skills into martial arts cultivation, you'd be better than me."
Fan Yi's words made a group of Evil Dragon experts laugh heartily.
Mad Blade suddenly thought of Yang Fei.
"Where is Little Bird Yang? This kid's Kung Fu is no less than An Zichen's. Why isn't he on the big screen?"
At this time, Ghost Wolf, who was responsible for scouting information, hurried over.
Everyone saw his panicked appearance and knew something had changed, so they all gathered around.
Ghost Wolf recounted what happened in Arena No. 04, and everyone widened their eyes.
After a while, Mad Blade finally couldn't hold back and said.
"The Great Master behind Little Bird Yang has finally appeared."
"Damn, even Jing Kongzhao was easily handled by him. How strong is this person?"
Fan Yi was very concerned about Yang Fei's whereabouts.
"Where is the Chief Instructor? Where did they go?"
Ghost Wolf wiped his sweaty forehead and lowered his voice.
"I don't know, I wouldn't dare inquire about such a big figure's whereabouts, for fear Heaven might send a Divine Thunder down to strike me."
Mad Blade waved his hand, very optimistic.
"It's okay, this person is a thorn in Little Bird Yang's side. Perhaps after this event, Yang's memory will return. We should just watch and wait."
"Hello everyone, does anyone know the whereabouts of Yang Fei and that man?"
At this moment, a clear voice entered everyone's ears.
It was Xue Mingtai, in a waistcoat suit, draped with a Korean-style trench coat, hurrying over.
The usual calmness and composure on his handsome face were gone, replaced by tension and anxiety.
Behind Xue Mingtai, An Zichen's speed seemed even faster.
Her usually cool and ethereal demeanor had transformed into a hasty rush.
Her eyes were red, as if she had secretly cried.
In everyone's heart, An Zichen and Xue Mingtai were the standard of goddess and god.
Their demeanor was graceful, unhurried, unchanged even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of them.
However, at this moment, their performance was astonishingly unexpected.
Xue Mingtai walked up to Ghost Wolf, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his tone.
"Did you see that man, did he come?"
Xue Mingtai's question was without context, but everyone knew who he meant.
Ghost Wolf shook his head: "I didn't see him personally, but many people in Arena No. 04 witnessed it."
"Jing Kongzhao was trapped on the arena by him and hasn't freed himself yet. The Chief Instructor has already followed him, but they don't know where they went."
An Zichen's eyes were red, and the disappointment on her face was apparent.
Xue Mingtai softly comforted An Zichen.
"Don't be upset, he's definitely nearby, let's go find him."
An Zichen nodded, and immediately rushed outside the gate, with Xue Mingtai close behind.
Mad Blade and a group of Evil Dragon experts stood stunned a while, then suddenly swarmed after Xue Mingtai and An Zichen, rushing outside too.
Mad Blade mumbled to himself, winking at Long Xia.
"I have a feeling that this Great Master is somehow related to Yang Fei, Xue Mingtai, and An Zichen. Perhaps this time, Little Bird Yang's true identity will be revealed."
Long Xia nodded, then shook his head again.
"Not necessarily, that person didn't even want to see An Zichen and Xue Mingtai, just took Yang Fei away, that explains a lot."
Mad Blade froze, suddenly at a loss for words, becoming angry out of embarrassment.
"Kid, I've eaten more salt than you've eaten rice, dare not believe my words?"
Long Xia pouted as if to say something, but finally held back.
All Evil Dragon experts knew, never reason with Mad Blade, because he can make anyone feel overwhelmed.
20 kilometers away from the Martial Dao Golden Sword Convention Hall, on the Golden Coast, seagulls flew low, and fish scampered.
A light breeze blew the waves toward the beach, forming a dizzying array of tens of thousands of blossoms.
Yang Fei and that mystical man wandered along the shoreline.
From the tense and bloody arena to here, Yang Fei felt like he spanned lifetimes.
The man didn't speak, and neither did Yang Fei.
The two seemed like old confidants who hadn't seen each other in years, requiring no words, connecting soul to soul.
Finally, the man stopped, letting out a deep sigh.
"This beach, I once visited ten years ago, now everything's changed, truly moving."
Yang Fei's spirits lifted, having many questions wanting to ask the man.
Yet with so much tangled in his mind, he didn't know where to begin.
The man seemed to understand Yang Fei's thoughts, smiling slightly.
"You don't need to ask me, I won't tell you anything."
"This time, I didn't return just for you, a major event requires my attention."
Yang Fei felt a little disappointed, casually asking.
"What major event?"
The man lifted his head, gazing at where heavenly waters met the sky.
"In Sang Country's royal family, there's my woman, her birthday's tonight, I came to celebrate."
Yang Fei was instantly speechless, rolling his eyes.
"Is that what you call a major event?"
The man looked at Yang Fei curiously.
"Is it not? Compared to my woman, the myriad lives on the Burial God Battlefield mean nothing."
This was the third time Yang Fei heard of the Burial God Battlefield.
He couldn't hold back anymore, blurting out.
"What is the Burial God Battlefield?"
The man seemed surprised that Yang Fei would ask such a question, hesitating a moment, muttering the question back.
"What is the Burial God Battlefield?"