Hearing Bai Hongxiao's arrangement, the viewers all laughed:
"HAHAHA, Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer! Screenshot Yi Xiaofeng's expression!"
"Yi Xiaofeng: Do I look happy to you?"
"666, the Sword Saint is definitely holding a grudge!"
"What should Yi Xiaofeng do?"
"They probably won't fight directly. Otherwise, Yi Xiaofeng would definitely lose. It's likely some kind of pure swordsmanship contest."
Yi Xiaofeng could imagine the Barrage sent by hundreds of millions of viewers mocking him.
He was speechless, but reason told him that the sparring Bai Hongxiao mentioned probably was not what he had imagined.
Chen Lan comforted him. "The sparring the Sword Saint mentioned should have nothing to do with cultivation. To make that Prodigy back down in the face of difficulty, he will definitely choose a method of competition that favors you."
Yi Xiaofeng nodded, unable to help looking forward to it.
The group of seven fell silent.
Bai Hongxiao made no comments about Yi Xiaofeng bringing Chen Lan and the other five women along, clearly tacitly allowing it.
Northern Wei soldiers were everywhere along the way. The Second Prince had brought at least tens of thousands of soldiers, including more than a thousand cultivators.
It was truly an inescapable net; ordinary cultivators would find it difficult to escape.
After walking for a while,
Yi Xiaofeng suddenly spotted someone he knew.
Yang Yu!
That bastard was actually still alive!
Not only that, he had disguised himself as a Northern Wei soldier.
Yang Yu noticed Yi Xiaofeng and hurriedly lowered his head in fright.
Yi Xiaofeng was not wearing his Straw Raincoat now, so Yang Yu recognized him at a glance.
"Interesting."
Yi Xiaofeng shook his head and did not expose Yang Yu, continuing onward.
Yang Yu let out a sigh of relief and felt a trace of gratitude toward