As soon as Hua Baicheng's voice fell, a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old came out from the Chen family.

  "He is Chen Yi, Chen Ming's older brother. According to that kid Chen Ming, his older brother has a double spiritual root and is the most outstanding talent in the Chen family of this generation." Mo Xiaobao said quietly to Mo Qingchen and the others behind him.

  Mo Qing looked at him coldly, and the young man named Chen Yi indeed had a cultivation of eight layers of refining qi, and it was even at its peak! In his heart, he secretly thought that what Mo Xiao Ba said was indeed correct. At this age, having such a cultivation level is rare.

  But unexpectedly on Mo's side, it was indeed Mo Feiyan who made an appearance.

  That twelve-year-old little white-clothed girl stood beside the young man, although her cultivation was slightly shallower, but the obvious age difference made the originally proud young man's face somewhat uncomfortable. Just this one encounter seemed to give the Mo family a slight upper hand.

  Across the street at the Chen's, a fifteen or sixteen year old boy winked over here, Mo Qingdun was taken aback, then saw Mo Xiaobai with his mouth agape, seemingly saying "That's my ninth sister!"

  The boy opposite shook his head and continued pointing this way with his hand.

  Mo Qingchen was taken aback, how could he be pointing at himself?

  Mo Qingchen glanced at Mo Xiaobao with a calm and composed expression, and indeed saw him gesturing enthusiastically to the young man opposite, indicating that this was his sixteenth sister. His lips were saying: "How's that? I didn't lie to you, did I? Isn't she beautiful?"

  Mo Qingchen was furious, "This Mo Xiaoyu, how can he still have the leisure to communicate with someone from the enemy's side at a time like this!"

  The boy opposite nodded repeatedly, with an expression of "it's great to finally meet you", while Mo Xiaobao looked extremely pleased.

  Mo Qingchen didn't think it was awkward, but it seems that the thoughts of adolescent boys are really hard to understand. An 8-year-old little girl, they all have thoughts about whether she looks good or not.

  Mo Qingchen decided to pretend he hadn't seen it and shifted his gaze back to Mo Feiyan and Chen Yi.

  "Come on in." Huabai City said loudly.

  The trial ground was set on a platform in the middle of the lake, but except for the pool full of lotus flowers, there was no visible path to cross, and Mo Qingchen couldn't help but wonder how they would get past.

  Mo Qingchen was wondering if they would use some kind of immortal magic, but what made her eyes widen in surprise was that at this moment, a woman dressed as a maid appeared out of nowhere, rowing a small boat with one leaf.

  The woman rowed the boat to the shore near Lengxiang Pavilion, and with a red face, she smiled at Mo Fei and Yan Qi: "Please get on board."

  The voice sounded crisp and pleasant, with a hint of laughter, making Mo Qingchen feel that such a woman shouldn't be just a maid.

  Mo Fei did not say a word and lightly jumped onto the small boat.

  "Prince?" Seeing Chen Yi didn't move, the woman shouted out in a clear voice.

  "It's not necessary," Chen Yi said, and with a flick of his hand, the object he had thrown out suddenly grew into a three-foot-long large bird. Then, he saw him jump onto the bird's back, and the big bird flapped its wings and flew towards the platform in the middle of the lake.

  In the blink of an eye, the big bird arrived at the platform in the middle of the lake. Chen Yi jumped down and somehow managed to put the big bird away, with his hands behind his back, waiting for Mo Fei Yan to come over on the small boat.

  For a moment, the man in the middle of the lake had his clothes fluttering, with an air of transcending the mundane, and unexpectedly turned the situation around.

  Tiger head quietly pulled La Mo Qingchen, low voice said: "Flight symbol."

  Mo Qingchen nodded slightly with a tiger-headed nod, and the two of them exchanged a knowing glance.

  That Mo Fei Yan seemed unperturbed, and as the small boat drew near the platform, she leapt up lightly, her slender figure standing straight to face Chen Yi.

  As for silence and coldness, no one can surpass Mo Fei Yan. Chen Yi couldn't help but speak up first: "Are you the Mo Fei Yan who killed my Seventh Aunt?"

  Perhaps it was just smoke, but she raised an eyebrow and glanced sideways at the man opposite her.

  Chen Yi furrowed his brow, he was also a proud son in the Chen family, this little girl was too arrogant, it seemed that she needed to be taught a lesson, which would also serve as revenge for Seventh Aunt, although he didn't have much affection for Seventh Aunt, after all they were both members of the Chen family.

  "Under the plum blossom easy——"

  "Didn't we come here for something else?" Mo Fei frowned and said.

  Chen Yi was taken aback, and a hint of anger flashed across his face. He had never been scolded like this before, so he immediately said: "Since that's the case, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

  I originally thought she was very young and I felt a bit embarrassed to take action, but now it seems that the clan leader's instructions were correct, today's matter is extremely important for the Chen family, and we must not be soft-hearted because of our opponent's weakness.

  The two men stopped wasting words and instantly clashed in a fierce battle.

  In the intermediate stage of Qi refining, the two could not use magical instruments and only used magic spells.

  Only to see Mo Fei Yan's spiritual power in his hand transformed into an ice blade, whizzing towards Chen Yi, while a clay shield suddenly appeared in front of Chen Yi. He took advantage of this momentary distraction, and the platform under Mo Fei Yan's feet instantly turned into quicksand.

  Suddenly, a figure emerged from the smoke, taking a step forward and leaping high into the air. With a swift movement, he employed the Wind Control Technique, and in an instant, he appeared before Chen Yi.

  Mo Qingchen's heart was truly opened, and each of the two people's spells were used just right. It seems that they are indeed the elite figures of their respective families. Today, who will die in whose hands is still unknown.

  Mo Qingchen thought to himself, but didn't know that Chen Yi was secretly frowning in the midst of battle. He really hadn't expected this little girl to be so troublesome. Although his cultivation was clearly deeper than hers, she wasn't falling behind at all. Could it be that ice-type cultivators were truly like the legends said, able to sweep aside same-level cultivators just like thunder-type cultivators?

  Thinking of this, Chen Yi's hands became even more ruthless. If he were to lose to a twelve-year-old little girl, where would his face be?

  Perhaps Smoke sensed Chen Yi's wandering thoughts, and in the moment he was slightly distracted, the ice blade that was originally attacking him suddenly split into two when it hit the earth shield he had set up. One branch collided with the earth shield, while the other flew straight up to the sky, instantly turning into countless fine ice needles as thin as cow hair, falling towards Chen Yi like rain.

  Chen Yi was shocked by this, and although he resisted in all ways, the ice needles were as numerous as cow hair, and still a large part of them pierced his body.

  Everyone at the Cold Fragrance Pavilion only heard a mournful cry, and then saw Chen Yi fall onto the platform. Meanwhile, Mo Fei Yan still had an icy expression, and with a swift leap, she jumped steadily onto the small boat.

  The Chen family head's face changed color and he gave Chen Shijie a meaningful glance.

  Chen Shijie jumped onto a flying sword and flew to the center of the lake, where he landed and picked up Chen Yi before flying back. Back and forth he went, still faster than Mo Feiyan's return, but now with a hint of irony.

  Chen Shijie held Chen Yi, who was unconscious, in his arms. His face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he glared fiercely at the Mo family members.

  The young people of the Mo family's younger generation didn't care about all that and cheered up.

  The Chen family's faces looked even more unsightly.

  At this time, Mo Feiyan finally arrived at the shore in a small boat. She still jumped ashore lightly and walked towards the Mo family with a calm face, without even glancing at the Chen family's side.

  Mo Qingchen gazed at Mo Feiyan with reverence, thinking to herself that this was the aura of a true master. But then she saw Mo Feiyan suddenly glance in her direction and give her an extremely slight nod.

  For a moment, Mo Qingchen felt a little flattered and surprised, then secretly scolded himself for being worthless. What a big man he was, yet he actually became infatuated just because someone showed him a bit of kindness.

  "The first round, Mo Jia Mo Fei Yan wins!" Hua Bai Cheng said, his eyes still sizing up the white-clothed little girl standing proudly among the Mo family crowd. In his heart, he thought, no wonder the Chen family wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to destroy this little girl. Judging from today's performance, with time, this little girl's future is boundless...

  The Mo family did not know what the head of the Hua family was thinking, nor did they know that today's battle had made Mo Feiyan's name a household name in the other three families. When they heard the announcement of victory, they cheered even louder.

  "Brother Hua, let's proceed with the second round." Chen Shichong said, this scene is really ugly, it's better to get it over with as soon as possible.

  "Alright, alright, let's proceed with the second match, please have one person from each side come out." said Hua Baicheng.

  After refining the air in the late stage, who will be sent by the Mo family to fight against Bi Dou is really unpredictable for Mo Qingchen and others, and they are all curious and waiting.

  "It's my dad!" Hu Tou exclaimed excitedly, shaking Mo Qingchen's hand vigorously.

  Although he didn't see his fourteenth uncle appear, Mo Qingchen felt a little indescribable loss in his heart, but still smiled and said: "Tiger Head, your father is so fierce!"

  "Of course." Hu said with a silly grin.

  That flying symbol is a precious thing for this small family, not everyone can have it. Mo Shiyi doesn't have one, he just wore his long shirt and boarded the small boat, quietly waiting for the person from the Chen family to appear.

  After a while of quiet waiting, a woman's giggles came from the Chen family's side: "It's not necessary anymore."

  As soon as she finished speaking, a twenty-year-old woman with a slender waist walked over.

  The woman wore a light blue gauze dress, her white face like a melon seed, with almond-shaped eyes shining brightly, red lips plump and luscious, and on her forehead was still dotted with a crimson plum blossom makeup, which set off her unparalleled charm.

  "It's Chen Jiao!" Mo Ran exclaimed.

  She used to hear Mo Xiaobai say that Chen Jiao was the number one beauty among the four immortal families. When she was young and vigorous, she even took the opportunity to sneak a peek. Three years ago, Chen Jiao was taken away by an elder from Luoxia Gate, rumored to be made into a furnace tripod. Upon hearing this news, she had a subtle feeling of both sadness and relief.

  "Third Brother, something's not right. Isn't this Chen Jiaolong, the daughter of the Chen family? Three years ago, didn't she go to Luoxiamen? How is it that she suddenly appears here?" Mo Danyan transmitted his voice.

  Mo Dashi replied, "I don't know either. I thought the Chen family would send out Chen Guangwu of the 11th layer of Qi Refining. When did this Chen Jiao return? Looking at her cultivation, she also has the 11th layer of Qi Refining!"

  "Third Brother, I always feel that something is off!" Mo Danyan continued.

  "That's all we can do now. Chen Jiao is after all a member of the Chen family, representing them in battle, it's only natural." Mo Dashan sighed.

  As soon as Chen Jiao appeared, the four women suddenly lost their luster, and even the hundred flowers outside the Cold Fragrance Pavilion seemed to close their petals, ashamed of themselves.

  Chen Jiao's almond-shaped eyes swept over Mo Shiyi, and then her slender hand rose, a colorful paper butterfly appeared in the air, she lightly jumped up, carried by the butterfly flying towards the lake.