creak, creak, creak...

The doors opened, and young men and women about sixteen or seventeen years old walked out. The ninth floor has not been so lively for a long time. They wanted to see who was brave enough to dare to provoke their majesty.

"Is this guy crazy? He knocked on Senior Brother Chang's door."

"Either you're crazy, you're just a certain degree of confidence."

"Senior Brother Chang is one of our junior disciples. He hasn't been challenged for a long time. Well, we just took this opportunity to observe Senior Brother Chang's strength."

Everyone was talking and looked at Lu Lingfeng from time to time.

Shaoqing, the door of the No. 7 training room is open, "Who is so ugly?"

If the person does not appear, the voice will appear first.

Immediately afterwards, a burly boy walked out.

The boy was about seventeen years old, half a head taller than Yun Jue, and his muscles were squirting, as if he was about to explode. Although Lu Lingfeng was not short and was 1.75 meters tall, he stood in front of the other side, like a small man.

Chang Lingzhi, one of the top ten junior disciples, is also one of the three major swordsmen among junior disciples.

"Take your previous words back, and I just pretend I didn't hear them."

Chang Lingzhi looked down at Lu Lingfeng with a arrogant attitude.

"No need, I will do my best."

Lu Lingfeng's tone was very plain, but Lu Lingfeng probably didn't even feel the domineering spirit hidden in it. Perhaps for him, his words and deeds were very ordinary and nothing strange, but he didn't know that in the eyes of others, he was a domineering person, at least now.

"So domineering, I like it, sister."

A girl in fiery red clothes licked her sexy lips.

"Su Mei, you can't control such a boy." The beautiful woman next to Su Mei reminded her friends.

"I don't care about boys who can control them?"

Su Mei stared at Lu Lingfeng with a hot look. She wanted to see what surprise the other party could bring to her. Don't be a silver spear wax head, which is not useful.

"I have a kind!"

Chang Lingzhi grinned, and suddenly, a red light lit up, slashing through the air and hitting Lu Lingfeng's facade. Chang Lingzhi punched, and punched him. Everyone didn't see how he punched, but only saw a red light flashing.

Just when everyone thought that Lu Lingfeng's face was about to bloom, Lu Lingfeng stretched out his right hand and grabbed Chang Lingzhi's fist.

Chang Lingzhi's punch contains the sunset true energy cultivated by the Sunset Art of the Three Flowers. When a junior disciple practices the Tianyi Heart Method to the late stage of the Soul Refining Realm, he will be taught an advanced exercise in the Three Flowers Realm. Of course, it is only the Zhoutian Realm, the Condensation Realm and the Three Flowers Realm. The Sunset True Energy cultivated by the Sunset Art is not only extremely hot, but also as powerful as a thousand pounds. The sunset, sunset, and sunset, can be imagined how powerful it is.

In comparison, Lu Lingfeng’s true energy is several levels inferior to that of the Kuangfeng Art. Fortunately, in the previous month, he had already cultivated the Kuangfeng Art to the late stage of the Soul Refining Realm, otherwise the gap would be even greater. However, Lu Lingfeng’s true confidence is not the Kuangfeng Art true energy, but his own ten thousand pounds of divine power.

So, he caught Chang Lingzhi's fist without any slightest force.

"Catch it! Catch it!"

Su Mei's sexy little mouth was opened and her eyes were full of surprise.

“Catched.”

The cleaning woman next to Su Mei also looked dull.

"I actually caught Senior Brother Chang's punch. Why has this kid He Fang Sheng never seen him before? He couldn't be a newcomer!"

Chang Lingzhi narrowed his eyes, and then hit Lu Lingfeng with the second and third punches, with the hot sunset true energy wrapped around his fist.

Unfortunately, without exception, they were all caught by Lu Lingfeng.

"Can you take it seriously?"

Lu Lingfeng spoke.

"Take me another punch."

Chang Lingzhi raised the true energy of the sunset to the limit, and a trace of flame ignited on his fist. With a bang, the air burst, and the red fist thundered towards Lu Lingfeng.

This time, Lu Lingfeng no longer took the opponent's fist, but instead used his fist to fist.

The fist of the No. 1 small hit out with a fierce whirlwind.

Bang!

Chang Lingzhi took three steps back.

Lu Lingfeng took two and a half steps back.

Judging from the scene, Lu Lingfeng was slightly better than half a stick.

"Senior Brother Chang has encountered a tough guy this time. I wonder what will happen next?"

"The most powerful thing about Senior Brother Chang is his sword technique, and he probably can compete with his sword technique!"

Amid the discussion, Chang Lingzhi put away his contempt, "This is Qingyun Tower, and it cannot be used. You and I will go to the junior competition field to compete. The winner will be the No. 7 training room, how about it?"

"Can."

Lu Lingfeng also knew that once the sword technique was used, it would inevitably cause damage to the interior of Qingyun Tower.

"Senior Brother Chang wants to compete with the new disciples in swordsmanship. Everyone, go and see it!"

The news instantly spread throughout the Qingyun Tower and then throughout the Qingyun Peak. All the junior disciples moved and rushed towards the junior competition venue.

The junior court is a real court, surrounded by rows of seats along the steps, with more than a thousand seats. At this moment, the court is already crowded with people.

Junior disciples are the group with the most numerous sects. Once there are many people, there are naturally many conflicts. Ordinary junior disciples can just find a place to duel. Some famous junior disciples like to decide the winner in the competition field. The winner enjoys cheers, while the loser will be completely defeated and their reputation will be ruined. However, this will easily sharpen a person's character. When he falls, he will get up wherever he falls. When he gets up again, his achievements will be greater.

As the top ten junior disciples, Chang Lingzhi was naturally as famous as the top ten, and no one wanted to miss his martial arts competition.

"I haven't been to the junior court for a long time."

In the front seats, there were nine young men and women. They were nine of the top ten junior disciples, six men and three women, and the ones who spoke were young men with long swords on their waists.

The first junior disciple Zhang Xingchen is the veritable strongest among junior disciples. This year, like Lu Lingfeng, he is fifteen years old. This is the second year he has been worshipped in the Sanjue Palace. Last year, he also competed in martial arts in the junior martial arts competition field, so he feels this emotion.

"Senior Brother Zhang, you are so strong, whoever dares to challenge you, even us, few people will challenge you, so Chang Lingzhi and the newcomer were such a sensation."

"I hope someone will challenge me, otherwise it will be too boring and junior disciples will not be able to go down the mountain."

Zhang Xingchen yawned, but he didn't know that his action attracted many female disciples' eyes. Among the junior disciples, Zhang Xingchen was undoubtedly a sun-like existence.

On the huge competition field, Chang Lingzhi and Lu Lingfeng stood ten meters apart.

Chang Lingzhi's weapon is a big knife with a long hilt and a wide body, which looks quite light.

Lu Lingfeng's sword is a battle knife. The battle knife is one size larger than an ordinary sword and one size smaller than Chang Lingzhi's big sword. However, the blade is very thick and the weight seems to be slightly better than the big sword.

"Don't know your name yet?"

Chang Lingzhi pulled out his big sword and asked.

"Lu Lingfeng."

Lu Lingfeng also drew out the battle knife, and the tip of the knife hung to the ground.

"Lu Lingfeng, be careful, take me with the fire!" Chang Lingzhi's eyes suddenly lit up. He moved his feet and quickly pulled closer to Lu Lingfeng. He then swung his sword straight out. The sword wind was hot, and it was like a burning flame rising in the wind.

The Fire Sword Technique, the Condensation Realm Sword Technique, and the use of the Sunset Art, the sword technique is opened and closed, and the sword force is hot and domineering.

In a trance, Lu Lingfeng seemed to see a wave of fire rushing towards him.

"This sword technique should have been achieved very little."

"break!"

Holding the sword in both hands, Lu Lingfeng followed closely, and the sword slashed out, marking one semicircle after another.

clang clang clang clang clang...

As Mars flew everywhere, the two fought for more than ten rounds, and the speed was extremely fast.

The audience watched carefully one by one. In their sight, Chang Lingzhi's sword technique was like burning flames, surging, and Lu Lingfeng's sword technique was like a gorgeous waning moon, flashing from time to time, and every time it flashed, it gave people a violent beauty.

"Half-month slash!"

Holding the sword with both hands, Lu Lingfeng slashed it with force, and in an instant, a huge half-moon wave of air filled out.

Although the cultivation level of the Soul Refining Realm is not enough to allow the true qi to leave the body, it is still easy to force the air wave to vent. Don’t underestimate this air wave, as there is actually a trace of true qi mixed in it. After all, the late stage of the Soul Refining Realm is already very close to the Zhoutian Realm.

"The fire spreads to the prairie!"

Chang Lingzhi swept across the army with one stroke and swept out the hot waves of air.

boom!

The airflow rolls, obscuring people's vision.

Just then—

"Samatsuki!"

As soon as he shortened his body, his figure lengthened, accompanied by the sword light of a sickle moon. The next moment, Lu Lingfeng appeared behind Chang Lingzhi.

With a clang!

Chang Lingzhi's big sword fell to the ground.

Chang Lingzhi lost.
To be continued...