Xiao Leng's laughter was unrestrained and harsh, but none of the other outer disciples under the ring thought he was laughing arrogantly. They even quite agreed with Xiao Leng's sarcastic laughter.

After all, Xiao Leng is at the seventh level of spiritual cultivation, while Kong Wuchang is only at the acquired seventh level. There is a huge difference. How can Kong Wuchang defeat Xiao Leng, let alone kill Xiao Leng?

.

At this time, Xiao Leng suddenly stretched out five fingers and waved them in front of Kong Wuchang: "A direct disciple, right? Since you are a direct disciple, I can give you a chance!"

"Five moves! As long as you can fight me in five moves, I will count you as the winner, how about that?!"

As soon as he said these words, everyone in the audience burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, Senior Brother Xiao Leng, you think too highly of our direct disciple! He is only a seventh-level acquired cultivation, how could he be able to withstand your five moves, Senior Brother Xiao Leng!"

"That's right, not to mention five moves. From my perspective, he might not even be able to catch three moves!"

"Don't talk about the three moves. If you ask me, Kong Wuchang, a direct disciple, will probably vomit blood and fall into coma after taking the first move!"

The harsh sound was continuous. Kong Wuchang looked at all this and his eyes gradually became cold.

"You've finished what you've said, right?" Kong Wuchang glanced at Xiao Leng and said calmly: "Since you've finished what you've said, I can give you a chance!"

"As a direct disciple, to bully you, an outside disciple, is indeed a bit of a bully."

"So, I will only use one move to deal with you. If you can follow this move, then you will win this battle!"

As soon as these words fell, the entire arena fell into silence within a radius of 100 meters.

After a while, everyone had a look of astonishment, as if they had heard some big joke. Their eyes fell on Kong Wuchang, and they even sneered with a look that looked like a lunatic.

"You think, did our direct disciple take the wrong medicine? With his seventh-level cultivation in the future, he still dares to say such things when facing Xiao Leng, who is at the seventh-level spiritual master!"

"It's not that he took the wrong medicine. If you ask me, this kid is probably a lunatic! A mere seven-level monk who dares to speak nonsense here is not a lunatic."

"You can't say that. After all, he is still a direct disciple of our Wanling Sect! A direct disciple naturally has the arrogance of a direct disciple, don't you think? But, I don't know, if he is slapped in the face later, this kid will still have

Don’t you have any pride?”

Hearing the sarcasm directed at Kong Wuchang from the audience, Xiao Leng crossed his arms, smiled suddenly, looked at Kong Wuchang, and said Shiran:

"My direct disciple of Confucius University, it seems that I don't need to tell you that none of my fellow disciples think highly of you!"

"However, no matter what you say, you are also a direct disciple, so I still have to give you this face! I took one of your moves. I just hope that by then, you won't even hurt a hair on my head! Hahahahaha

.....”

"Ha," Kong Wuchang sneered. The next moment, he suddenly took a step forward, holding the scabbard at his waist with one hand and the hilt of the sword with the other. He looked towards Xiao Leng and said coldly:

"Just see if my move can hurt a hair on your head!"
Chapter completed!