Yao Ji seemed to have already prepared. The three disciples she brought were all the twelfth level of the Golden Pill, and one of them was an alchemist, one of them was a formation master, and the other was unknown. But how could she be a fuel-efficient lamp if she could come here?

Naturally, it is impossible to compete here, and the last one went to the arena of the Tianquan Sect.

The news that Yaoguang Holy Sect provoked the major sects of Tianquan Island disappeared. A large number of disciples in Tianquan Sect could not come after hearing the news, and the arena was crowded.

"Haha, the strong dragon will not defeat the local snake. Old Man Shangguan, you should choose to compete first." Yao Ji seemed full of confidence and said calmly to Shangguan Haotian; in fact, she kept scanning the many monks present.

"Swish!" A monk moved and flew onto the competitive arena.

"Yang Fan, please ask the senior brother of the Yaoguang Holy Sect to give me some advice!" He looked at the three disciples of the Yaoguang Holy Sect and said lightly.

Yang Fan is a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a perfect aura of golden elixir and a Taoist robe as a core disciple.

"Haha, I have met Senior Brother Yang in the Xia Yaoguang Holy Sect!" A young man behind Yao Ji moved and flew onto the competitive arena, with a look of pride in his eyes.

"Senior brother, please take action!" The young man stared at Yang Fan, his face feeling relaxed.

"Haha, Old Man Shangguan, I am just an ordinary inner disciple. You won't send out core disciples, right?" Yao Ji seemed to think of something, and suddenly stared at Shangguan Haotian and said without any slight or sunshine.

"Haha, Fairy Yao, don't worry, we will only send disciples of the same level in three games. As for victory or defeat, it depends on these little guys." Shangguan Haotian said calmly on his face. In fact, he still felt very embarrassed. The first ones who appeared here were the core disciples.

The core disciples mean that they must have a master's degree behind them and are recognized by senior officials of the sect.

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Speaking of which, Yang Fan on the stage saw Ling Feng's arrogant expression, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Junior brother, be careful!"

As soon as Yang Fan finished speaking, his aura continued to rise, and a shocking spiritual pressure burst out from his body, like a Nascent Soul Cultivator descending with a bang.

There is a faint meaning of the law around it, the heaven and earth change color, and the spiritual energy rolls; the terrifying waves around it are like tides surging, one after another, surging.

"Buzz! Swallow!"

I saw him spitting out his mouth, and a purple cloud shot out from his mouth. A three-inch purple flying sword rolled around and turned into a three-foot spiritual sword in the air.

The sword body holy rune is filled with purple light, and the meaning of the law is lingering. A powerful edge that cuts the sky and the earth is shocking from all directions.

Yang Fan frowned, and in the surging purple clouds, the Taoist robe fluttered; a cold light flashed in his eyes and the magic tricks in his hand changed, the flying sword trembled slightly, and a surging sword intent soared into the sky.

“Woooooooooo….”

The void shook, the sword energy scattered, and one sword slashed out, the heaven and earth changed color, and endless murderous intent rolled wildly; millions of sword energy, like a giant python roaring in the roar, rolling towards Ling Feng.

"Hmph, a trick of eagle!" Ling Feng was surrounded by thousands of sword energy, like a lonely boat in a storm; however, there was no trace of worry on his face.

I saw him pointing his finger, and the spiritual energy in the void surged, as if a pair of invisible big hands directly grabbed all the spiritual energy.

A huge, terrifying power of the law burst out in the surging spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy transformed into a giant sword that was white and hundreds of feet long.

The giant sword law rolled, and the void was shaking violently. You could see at a glance that Ling Feng had passed Yang Fan in his understanding of the law.

"Boom!"

The giant spiritual sword and Yang Fan's flying sword collided together, and the spiritual energy was raging, and the terrifying waves of air rolled out one after another.

At the same time, Ling Feng let out a long roar in his mouth, and a flying sword with a surging light suddenly appeared in his hand.

He jumped and slashed out with a sword! An immortal will that never die, without regrets rose into the sky, shocking the audience.

The world seemed to be silent, with only the sharp sword energy roaring, and everyone present felt a chill that penetrated the bone marrow, sweeping across the world.

"Bang!"

"You worship!" The light of spirit dissipated, Ling Feng looked at Yang Fan indifferently, and the spiritual sword in his hand was placed on the other party's neck.

"Hehe, yes, you are really strong..." Yang Fan's eyes showed a hint of shock and slowly walked off the athletic platform.

Just as he returned to his sword and resisted it, a huge force of law surged in shock. The sword light he swung out seemed to have entered a huge vortex and was shattered and disappeared.

Then a little cold light seemed to come from outside the sky and fell directly on his neck. His hair suddenly stood upside down, and a breath of death came.

This is suppression of opinions and strength in the law. Yang Fan is not the enemy of the opponent's one move at all.

"Haha, fellow Taoist Buhui, this disciple's sword technique must be your guidance." Seeing Ling Feng defeating Yang Fan with one sword, a trace of surprise flashed in Shangguan Haotian's eyes.

"Hehe, this little guy has a good understanding. He occasionally gave him some advice and was considering accepting him as his disciple." Yang Fei looked at Ling Feng on the stage with satisfaction, and admitted openly that he gave him guidance.

"Hahaha, it turns out that Yang Fan was not wronged!" Shangguan Haotian nodded thoughtfully.

Shangguan Haotian's mouth moved, as if he was sending a message to someone.

"boom!"

A strong figure appeared on the competitive arena. The man was tall, with a beard on his face and carrying a huge gray ancient sword.

"When the Guyue is in the morning, ordinary inner disciples of Tianquan Sect come to learn the Bleu Sword of Senior Brother." The man looked at Ling Feng in a muffled voice.

"Hey, this is Senior Brother Gu. Isn't this the heavy sword Gu Yue who entered the inner sect last year?"

"Hehe, don't look at him just entering the inner door. He didn't want to attack before, but his strength was very strong."

Someone seemed to know this man and called out his name at a glance.

"Hehe, fellow Taoist Shangguan is really interesting. Behind this person is the Wufeng Stone Sword from Shiji Palace tens of thousands of years ago. I didn't expect that there will be a successor now." Yang Fei glanced at Gu Yue and said to Shangguan Haotian with a smile.

"Haha, fellow Taoist Wuhui's eyes are like a torch. This disciple has just been recognized by Wufeng Sword and is already practicing Fengjian. Isn't your Wuhui sword technique also a stance? It's just that the sword technique of Wufeng Sword is also a stance, which is just for them to compete." Shangguan Haotian explained calmly.

Knowing that Ling Feng had just entered the inner sect of Yaoguang Holy Sect, Shangguan Haotian was embarrassed to call some senior inner disciples to take action.

It was precisely this Gu Yueshi who was a swordsman who was recognized by Wufeng Sword ten years ago and entered the inner sect again last year, which just made him get the sword without regrets for a while.

The Wufeng Sword of Shiji Palace has always been in the hands of Tianquan Sect, but no one can recognize the master. It has been abandoned in the sect weapon pavilion for a long time. Just when people were almost forgetting, Gu Yueshi accidentally recognized the master when he was selecting treasures.

Back then, the Lord of the Shiji Palace had a heavy Wufeng sword to fight the Tianquan Islands with invincible hands; however, after he entered the spiritual world, the Shiji Palace fell, and the sect was finally broken by monsters. The Wufeng sword accidentally came to the hands of the Tianquan Sect, but no one could make it recognize its master.
Chapter completed!