Facing the attack of a strong enemy, Zhao Taien finally did not act as relaxed as before the previous three times. The sword light was like a dragon and faced Peng Xiang's fierce attack.

The two swords intersected and made a loud "boom", and a large number of sparks burst out from the sword's edge. The rolling spiritual energy radiated from all directions with the two as the center, making many monks watching the battle under the ring unable to open their eyes.

"Silver Light Falling Blade!"

Peng Xiang roared and used his combat skills. The silver sword in his hand slashed out like a storm. Zhao Taien calmly responded to the moves. As the two continued to confront each other, a large amount of sword energy raged across them, piercing the ground of the ring into dozens of potholes.

Lu Changhe was so excited that he watched such a hearty fight. According to his vision, the two of them were evenly matched, and they could fight for at least 300 rounds.

Just when this idea came up with Lu Changhe—

"Bang!"

On the ring, Peng Xiang was pulled out by a sword and rolled 360 degrees to the ground.

"I gave up on fellow Taoist."

Zhao Taien put away his long sword and politely saluted Peng Xiang.

Peng Xiang was not as angry as a person, and his face changed twice. Finally, he turned around and left with a "hum". The monks around him looked at Zhao Taien with shocked eyes, realizing that the young man was very extraordinary.

"I only used five moves to defeat a peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage, and it seemed that I had not tried my best yet. I didn't expect that such a genius would appear in the Jiandao Conference!"

At the edge of the crowd, Liu Xiguang stared at Zhao Taien on the ring with a serious expression. She could sense that the other party was a strong enemy, and it was probably no less than her perfect Daoji. She had met her opponent.

Liu Yanjun, who was standing by, saw the solemnity on his daughter's face and sent a voice to her: "Xiguang, there is no need to be shaken. The magic sword released a vision because of you, which itself proves that you have outstanding talent and are the strongest existence among all participating monks."

Liu Xiguang was stunned, then nodded seriously. My father was right, I was invincible!

Before participating in the competition, Liu Yanjun always reminded Liu Xiguang to be careful of all his opponents, but when he witnessed the scene of three million sword immortals worshiping his daughter that night, he firmly believed that his daughter had the capital of the Great Emperor and was absolutely invincible among the same monks.

At this moment, Zhao Taien was looked at by countless monks with strange eyes and felt uncomfortable, and he muttered: "These opponents are so weak, they are much worse than the senior brothers and younger brothers in the Immortal Sect. If the master hadn't asked me to pull the magic sword, I would be embarrassed to bully them."

After muttering, Zhao Taien left the court and left. Lu Changhe looked at his back and felt that this person's combat power was terrifying. He was an absolute dark horse. If he stood on the ring with him, he would be afraid that his sword would be instantly ruined.

Lu Changhe pondered for a while, and suddenly asked Li Mobei: "Mobei, if you are asked to face Zhao Taien, how likely do you do you have to win?"

Li Mobei was stunned.

How likely do I win?

Master asked this, is it testing my invincible heart?

Li Mobei thought about it carefully and replied: "Report to Master, you should be able to defeat the other party with one sword."

After a pause, Li Mobei added: "No more than two swords at most!"

Lu Changhe: "..."

At this time, Chen Fan next to him smiled and interrupted, "Master, I'm going to say that kid's strength is quite average. Not to mention the eldest brother, even if I and the second sister come forward, they can easily defeat him. Are you right, the second sister?"

Xia Yanqin nodded and spoke her comments bluntly: "At present, all the contestants who appeared are just like this."

"That is, my second senior sister and I are not practicing kendo, otherwise we would also like to attend the kendo conference and join in the fun. Then we will contract all the top three, hahaha." Chen Fan smiled so stupidly, and he didn't seem to be bragging at all.

Lu Changhe suddenly stopped talking and fell into silence. The words of the three disciples invisibly hurt his self-esteem as a master, which made him feel very distressed.

He didn't expect that Zhao Taien, who seemed amazing to him, was like this kind of bird in the eyes of the three of them!

After feeling uncomfortable for a while, Lu Changhe gradually let go and comforted himself and thought: "What's there to be uncomfortable with me? Although I'm useless, I don't attend the kendo conference. It's a good thing that Mobei is sure, so I'll wait quietly for him to win the first place in the kendo conference and get the spiritual crystal marrow."

After thinking through this, Lu Changhe felt much better and felt a little lucky.

Fortunately, Li Mobei was the one who participated in the kendo conference, otherwise if he was in the Qi training stage, he would be a trivial matter if he participated in the competition, and being beaten into pieces would be a trivial matter, mainly because he was afraid of being ruined.

In the next few days, Lu Changhe was fine and came to watch the showdown in the audition stage every day. Although the three senior brothers and sisters, Li Mobei, Xia Yanqin and Chen Fan, felt that the small fight between these weak chickens was of no interest, since the master brought them to watch the game, he must have the deep meaning of the master. They definitely did not dare to disobey it, and they watched the game very carefully, which was more serious than Lu Changhe.

After half a month of auditions, more than 84,000 contestants in the early stage were finally screened out. Just like a big wave of washing sand, the rest of those who could survive the audition stage were all the first-class strong men in the foundation-building period.

Among them, Zhao Taien Lu Changhe has been following him for a long time, and Lu Changhe has not followed him for no reason. He seemed to have a premonition in his darkness, and always felt that he would have something to do with him.

Since Zhao Taien defeated Peng Xiang that day, he has become famous in one battle. The opponent he matched with later, no matter which genius disciple from the immortal sect, he can't stand for ten rounds.

So more and more monks set their sights on Zhao Taien. Whenever it was his turn to go on the field to fight the enemy, many people would come to watch him take action.

...

Half a month later, after the winner of the last round of auditions came out, the elder of the Louvre who had been waiting next to him for a long time immediately registered the person's information and sent it to him.

Then, before the cup of tea was enough, other elders came out to post the last list of the top 200 finals. Once this list was posted, thousands of monks immediately rushed to watch, blocking the area.

"Junior Sister Qian, please help me see if my name is on the list!"

"What? You said you don't know what my name is? I am your senior brother Zhang Sanzhang!"

"What? You said there is no name on it? How is it possible? You can look for it again!"

"What? Do you ask me why there is no name above me? I don't think so?"

...

The noise of people in the distance was loud and Lu Changhe laughed faintly, thinking that some people just didn’t know themselves. Whether their names on the final list depends on themselves. It’s really funny!

"Who is this Immortal Master Lu? What a domineering name."

At this moment, a sudden sound made Lu Changhe stunned.
Chapter completed!