"Senior Brother Wang will win! Will win! Will win!"

"Come on, Brother Wang!"

"Senior Brother Wang is invincible!"

At this moment, Wang An's reputation grew gradually. After easily defeating a foundation-building master, the entire outer sect suddenly became boiling, and a crazy shout came from the crowd.

In the recent century-old history of Baicao Sect, there has never been a situation where Qi refining defeats the foundation-building cultivator, let alone defeating the foundation-building cultivator with the cultivation level of the eleventh Qi refining level.

Wang An broke the blank history of Baicao Sect's ever-increasing challenges over the past century. This is a great moment and he will be recorded in history forever.

"Old Han, you disciple is not simple!" Zhang Xiaotian said to Han Qinsheng with a little sadness.

"Haha, okay, okay..." Han Qinsheng patted his thigh and laughed happily.

Han Qinsheng's figure blurred and arrived on the competitive stage. He grabbed Wang An without saying a word, and put his right hand on Wang An's wrist.

Wang An was suddenly suppressed by a person with a strong aura. He was shocked. He just wanted to break free, but found that his aura was as heavy as a mountain.

"Advisor, don't panic, let me take a look." A word like spring breeze sounded in my ears, and Han Qinsheng's kind face gradually became clear in the blur.

"Master!" Wang An exclaimed, completely giving up his struggle.

"Haha, you guy is so surging and your spiritual energy is as bright as a rainbow. It seems that I am worried in vain." Han Qinsheng let go of Wang An's hand and laughed.

"You have to compete later. Take this pill and consolidate your cultivation." Han Qin shook his hand, and a magic medicine with a scent of medicine appeared in his palm.

"If you can, try to be the first place. Lingyan Cave will be of great benefit to you."

"Thank you, Master!" Wang An was not polite, and directly picked up the pill and took it.

"Haha, it seems that Lao Han is really going to accept a disciple now." Jiang Wenhao's words were filled with a little emotion and relief.

"I think it's almost done. Who has seen him look so anxious in the past few years?" Zhang Xiaotian said confidently.

"Oh my God, Old Ancestor Han! He actually came over."

"With this achievement of Senior Brother Wang and his ability to refine alchemy, Old Ancestor Han must have regarded him as a treasure."

"Brother, what should I do?" Zhao Yi looked at his brother with a panic on his face.

"Hmph, let's go!" Zhao Li's face turned pale and he left with his sleeves.

...

After taking the pill, Wang An jumped off the athletic platform.

He knew that he had to do his best in the next game. Even if he advanced now, he would be very unsure if he faced Ying Piaopiao.

This time, Han Qinsheng was not stingy and gave Wang An a top-quality Guyuan pill.

After taking the pill, the two magic techniques of the Ancestral Witch Golden Body Art and the Bahuang Zhentian Art were operated at the same time. The spiritual energy in the body rolled, and the spiritual energy in the air shook violently, and it poured into Wang An's thin body like a cow drinking water.

The spiritual medicine in the body turned into rolling medicinal power, reaching the limbs and veins in the flowing spiritual energy.

"The speed of absorbing spiritual energy is too terrifying?" The monks around were shocked when they saw this, but no one dared to go up and disturb him.

At this moment, Han Qinsheng was staring at Wang An with satisfaction. If anyone with no eyes disturbed him at this time, he would undoubtedly be slapped into powder by the Jindan ancestor.

At this moment, Wang An felt his whole body clear and relaxed. The cultivation level that he had just advanced immediately stabilized under the powerful medicinal power.

...

"Wang An vs. Ying Piaopiao!" The referee shouted these two names on the athletic stage with a serious look on his face.

Looking at Ying Piaopiao standing opposite him, Wang Anshen was full of vigilance.

The shadow piaopiao wore a white dress, her face covered with white sand, and her whole look graceful, but no one could understand what the face under the veil had.

Neither of the two took the lead in taking action, but just stood up quietly, and the spiritual energy around the competitive platform began to riot gradually.

"I've seen Senior Sister Ying!" Wang An's aura suddenly burst out like a mountain torrent. He clasped his fists and turned passive to active.

"You are welcome, Junior Brother Wang, please take action." Ying Piaopiao's voice was clear and cold.

"Then I'm welcome." Wang An's body blurred after saying that, and the next second he appeared directly in front of Ying Piaopiao.

"Everyone knows that I use a sword, but only knows that I use a soft sword; today is the time to show myself, and it is also the time to leave the outer door." Ying Piaopiao murmured, and his figure was confused and avoided Wang An's temptation.

"Buzz!"

Ying Piaopiao shook her hand and a three-inch small sword appeared in her hand. The sword grew in the wind and reached about three feet at once. The sword was carved with strange runes and a majestic aura was emitting.

"Go!" Ying Piaopiao pinched the magic trick, raised her arm, and the flying sword appeared in front of Wang An's forehead in a blur, Wang An's face was shocked.

A sacred, wilderness, heavy aura filled with explosive fighting spirit rose on Wang An, and the Earth-Breaking Fist instantly hit the sword.

boom!

The fist swords were intertwined fiercely, and the heavy palm shadows evolved from Wang An's Di Di Art collapsed directly. The Ying Piaopiao's spiritual sword shook slightly, and Wang An's hand was bleeding like a stream of blood; then the spiritual sword turned into a white light and sank in front of Ying Piaopiao.

"Sword Control, medium-grade spiritual weapon." Wang An's yellow halo flowed, and the wound on his hand healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Junior Brother Wang really has vision!" Ying Piaopiao looked at Wang An's terrifying recovery ability in surprise.

After saying that, Ying Piaopiao waved her hand and the spiritual sword rushed towards Wang An with the breath of death.

A cold light flashed in Wang An's eyes, and he used the Earth-Breaking Art to fight with Ying Piaopiao; the two of them were back and forth, with amazing momentum, sword energy and heavy fist shadows. The monks in the early stage of Qi Refining could not see the battle between them clearly.

Although Ying Piaopiao relies on sword-controlling skills and medium-grade spiritual weapons to frequently injure Wang An, under Wang An's perverted self-healing power, this basically did not cause substantial damage to Wang An.

"It seems that I still underestimate you." Ying Piaopiao stepped directly on the spirit sword and floated in the air.

As soon as the words fell, a sword intent surged into the sky appeared on Ying Piaopiao's body, and she seemed to have turned into a sharp sword that was pulled out of the sheath.

"Ah? It's born with a sword body!" This time, Han Qinsheng in the stands exclaimed directly when he saw Ying Piaopiao's appearance.

"Haha, I really didn't expect it. There were so many surprises this year; I was born with a sword body, and looking at this sword intent as it seemed that this woman should have also understood the sword intent."

The sword intent became stronger and stronger, and the shadow piaopiao seemed to be surrounded by thousands of rotating sword shadows.

"Go!" Ying Piaopiao shouted sweetly, and thousands of swords returned to one another. The sword shadows turned into an ordinary three-foot green edge and headed straight for Wang An.

The sword is like a dragon, rubbing violently in the air and making a squeaking sound; the cold air penetrates the bones before the sword arrives.

Wang An looked shocked, his breath surged, and he punched countless punches in a very short time, and the waves in the air were endless.
Chapter completed!