My Cold and Beautiful Wife

But honestly speaking, Ye Fan was also hesitating whether he should go to this immortal palace or not.

As the group of young competitors walked towards the martial arts practice field\'s battle preparation grandstand, Ye Fan pondered as he walked.

At this moment, because of the generous rewards, everyone\'s enthusiasm had been raised to an unprecedented level.

All of the clan members that were confident in their own cultivation already had fervent expressions in their eyes, as they held the first place in the Large Competition in high regard.

All the elders from various families had a more cautious expression than before. There were even quite a few who were regretting that they did not register more disciples to participate in the competition.

"Brother Ye Fan, we meet again!" A gentle and refined voice rang out from behind.

Ye Fan could tell without looking that it was the two brothers, Ling Mingjing and Ling Mingqi.

He calmly glanced at the two of them and was too lazy to greet them. In any case, these two fellows weren\'t here to properly greet him.

Ling Mingjing\'s eyes revealed a hint of gloominess as he smiled and said, "Brother Ye Fan, I hope you can endure three rounds and have the opportunity to spar together on the stage. That would make Mingjing feel very honored."

The other disciples at the side were all shocked. Why would Ling Mingjing specifically look for Ye Fan?

"It can\'t be, Ling Mingjing is at the 7th level of Spirit Creation. This time he is going to win the championship, so why is he fighting with Ye Fan?"

"I heard that Ye Fan beat up his brother Ling Mingqi in the Imperial City. This is a personal grudge!"

"I guess he was worried that Ye Fan would retreat after the third wheel, then there would be no chance for him to take revenge..."

The surrounding people discussed animatedly. Every year, there would be a chance to settle their grudges in the Dragon God Competition, so they weren\'t surprised.

"Kid, don\'t make me look down on you. If you have the guts, then go through three rounds. You don\'t need my brother to fight a match with me!" Ling Mingqi sneered.

Ye Hang, who was standing at the side, could no longer stand it. He humphed and said, "My big brother can fight as he pleases. Why should I listen to you?"

"Haha!" "Ye Hang, don\'t be so arrogant. I heard that Qitong has set his eyes on your Zhenbei Mansion. I\'m afraid you won\'t make it through the first round this year!"

"The reason I\'m participating this year is to take care of Qitong!" Ye Hang said proudly.

"Hmph …" "Alright, I\'ll see how you\'ll deal with me later then..." On the other side, Qitong, who was wearing a military uniform that was black and purple in color, sneered.

This sort of conversation continued to erupt from the young disciples. The smell of gunpowder was extremely intense, as if the entire arena would explode at any moment!

As the group of elders saw this scene, they didn\'t interfere much, even though they heard the various war of words.

The descendants of a clan had always grown up in this kind of cruel competition. Without a little bit of blood, they wouldn\'t be able to cultivate a true pillar.

"I declare that the Divine Dragon Competition has officially begun!"

Following Ji Changgong\'s order, a dozen elders used their true energy to the edge of the arena.

The martial arts practice field started flashing with complicated array formations, letting out a "boom" sound!

Four small arenas appeared in the enormous arena, looking like four small uplands that had suddenly appeared out of thin air!

Ye Fan couldn\'t help but be shocked, so this field is controlled by some kind of magic, allowing one to freely adjust the number of rings?

He also thought it was strange. There were several hundred disciples present. If a single arena was being used for a match, then there would be no end to it in a day and night!

The sudden appearance of four arenas was enough to end the battle in one day.

Following which, the system began to randomly select a person from a dozen or so large display screens of Desolate Stone.

Very soon, the four students of the first round were chosen. It was up to them to choose who to pick or who should be randomly assigned by the system.

"Ling Mingjing!? No way, the first match was watched by Ling Mingjing?! Who will be unlucky enough to be chosen by him! "

Amongst these four people, he was Ling Mingjing, one of the most well-known youths in the clan.

Ling Mingjing was calm as she walked onto the stage with a smile. Looking at the names of the Spirit Creation stage participants on the screen, she told the judge in charge, "I\'ll have to trouble elder to choose one for me …"

"As expected of Ling Mingjing!" Truly, no one is afraid of anyone! "

"How can one of the three great heroes of Xuanyuan Kingdom live up to his reputation!"

The group of people below the stage immediately began to exclaim in admiration, especially some of the young females. Their eyes were all filled with starlight.

If it wasn\'t for the presence of the elders, they would have already run to the arena and cheer.

Very quickly, the system randomly selected a young man at the fifth level of Spirit Creation with a depressed face. If it wasn\'t for Ling Mingjing, he might have been able to fight a few more rounds.

Ye Fan felt a burst of boredom at the side of the field. He discovered that there was no need to stand there and stare, so he simply turned his head and walked back to the audience stands.

"Big brother, where are you going?" Ye Hang hastily asked.

"Let\'s talk about it when it\'s my turn …" "I\'ll go talk to your sister-in-law." Ye Fan waved his hand.

Ye Hang had a helpless look on his face. He didn\'t want to watch such an amazing competition, but this big brother actually chose to go and accompany his wife?

Sure enough, when Ye Fan walked back to the audience seating, both Ye Huangtu and Ji Susu were very surprised.

"Stinking brat!" Why did you come back? If you dare to retreat before the battle, I will break both your legs!? " Ye Huangtu frowned.

"What\'s the rush..." Ye Fan sat next to Su Qingxue and said, "It\'s not my turn yet, so it\'s a waste of time to stand there. Why don\'t you accompany my wife and have a chat? Princess?"

Su Qingxue\'s beautiful face blushed and she quickly said, "Husband, it\'s fine for me to sit here … …"

"You\'re not even cultivating, what\'s the point of watching those people fight back and forth? Don\'t you like me to be by your side?" Ye Fan asked.

"Of course not..." Su Qingxue shook her head.

"Heh heh, then that\'s good. Come, come... "Take out your phone, let\'s play the game for a while, it\'s boring to sit here doing nothing," Ye Fan said.

Su Qingxue hesitated and carefully looked at the stern face of Ye Huang Tu, as if she was afraid that her father-in-law would be angry.

Fortunately, Ji Su was quite tolerant. She pulled her husband\'s sleeves and smiled, "Qingxue, it\'s fine. If you want to play, then go ahead. To you, this competition is meaningless."

Ye Huang Tu let out a long sigh. He seemed to have considered that Su Qingxue didn\'t have much lifespan to begin with, so they got along well.

On the other side, Ye Fan even called out to Ye Shuangqing and Ye Danchen. They took out their phones and started to play mahjong on the internet.

Naturally, the mahjong on the phone was also Chu Yunyao\'s handiwork. It was just that most people in this world were still obsessed with cultivation, so they didn\'t have as many fun as they did on Earth.

It was also because Ye Fan was bored on the way back to Xuanyuan City that he taught Su Qingxue and the others how to pass the time.

"Bro, you\'re too amazing. I\'m afraid that we\'re the only four who can play mahjong in the Divine Dragon Tournament."

Ye Dan Qing noticed many strange gazes looking at her. She felt both nervous and excited at the same time.

"Big brother, if I get scolded by the elders later, you have to save me …" Ye Shiqing looked like she was risking her life to accompany her master.

Ye Fan curled his lips, "Don\'t talk nonsense, hurry up and play, let me bang one!" "What about the tube?"

Saying that, Ye Fan took out a piece of dried meat from his storage ring and stuffed it into the mouth of the Soup Dumplings.

Soup Dumplings was lying on Ye Fan\'s shoulder, as if he could understand what he was saying. He kept staring at the phone until there was meat to eat, then he held onto the dried meat and began to nibble.

"Darling …" "I must be tired of living!" Su Qingxue said happily.

"Bullshit, you actually dare to do that?!" "He doesn\'t even have a dream or a goal!?" Ye Fan shouted.

"Hee hee... "Husband, you lost the most …"

The surrounding Divine Dragon clansmen couldn\'t help but look over. Each of their expressions were indescribably complicated …

Of course, there were also many people who were curious and wanted to come over to see what exactly these four people were doing. However, they were too embarrassed to watch.

Ye Huang Tu\'s face remained calm. He wanted to get up and scold her a few times, but he was stopped by Ji Su Xin.

"What\'s the rush? Maybe Fan\'er is confident?"

"If this kid can\'t even last three rounds, I\'ll beat him up!"

It was unknown how many rounds had ended, but Ye Zhaoxuan, who was at the front, laughed heartily, "Haha! "It\'s time for the flight!"

Ye Fan and others turned their heads and saw that on the screen, Ye Hang\'s message appeared.

Ye Hang, who had long since become impatient, leapt onto one of the arenas and pointed at Qitong, who stood beneath it, his face full of confidence.

"I choose Qitong!"

For a moment, the clansmen all broke out into an uproar. They were all looking forward to this match.