Fu Yan took the parchment handed by the disciple of the ancient sect, paused and said loudly: "First round, Mo Qing..."
Before he finished reading, he was shocked to find that Mo Qingyang, who was dressed in Tsing Yi, free and easy and cold-hearted, had already walked slowly to the ring.
"This..." Seeing this, Fu Yan was startled and had to smile bitterly. This kid has too much personality.
Not only Fu Yan, but everyone was quite amused when they saw Mo Qingyang's behavior and looked at him with interest.
"This guy Qingyang is really in the limelight." Lin Yufeng also smiled helplessly.
"Ahem, okay, everyone, please calm down." Fu Yan pressed his hands and continued: "In the first round, Mo Qingyang will face Chu Chen."
"Wow! Mo Qingyang's first opponent turns out to be Chu Chen. It's a good show."
"I think Mo Qingyang will definitely win, after all, he is much stronger than Chu Chen."
"The Tian Yang Kung of the Chu family cannot be underestimated. Who will win and who will lose is unknown."
After hearing about Mo Qingyang's opponent, everyone couldn't help but applaud, and they were all looking forward to the battle between the two.
"I'm unlucky now. I didn't expect him to be my opponent." Chu Chen said with a bitter smile.
Lin Yufeng smiled and encouraged: "Haha, Chenzi, I believe you can win."
Hearing Lin Yufeng's comfort, Chu Chen forced a smile, and then walked quickly onto the ring.
Mo Qingyang closed his eyes, standing still like a stone statue. Chu Chen originally wanted to say a few words, but when he saw the former's coffin-like face, as cold as ice, he had to swallow back the words that came to his mouth. He didn't want to ask for trouble.
"Brother Feng, who do you think will win?" At this time, the ethereal girl with a beautiful posture and refreshing fragrance moved lightly on her lotus steps and came to Lin Yufeng's side and said softly.
"It should be Qingyang." Lin Yufeng shook his head, then smiled and said to Fei Ling: "But it's hard to say, after all, Chu Chen may have a trump card."
Fei Ling tapped her snow-white chin, and immediately turned her eyes to the ring together with Lin Yufeng.
Fu Yan walked between the two of them, looked at them, and once again made it clear that prohibited items were not allowed to be used, he stepped back to the edge, stretched out his right hand, and said in a deep voice:
"The first round of competition begins!"
"Whoosh!"
As soon as Fu Yan finished speaking, the statue-like Mo Qingyang opened his eyes, moved in vain, and turned into a blue phantom, rushing towards Chu Chen!
Not moving like a mountain, moving like a rabbit!
"What a fast speed!" Everyone present was shocked.
Chu Chen's face changed slightly. He didn't expect Mo Qingyang to be so fast. However, when he was shocked, Mo Qingyang's body was already in front of him.
With an indifferent expression, Mo Qingyang whipped his leg and kicked Chu Chen's lower abdomen with a cold sound of breaking wind.
In desperation, Chu Chen did not dare to be careless and immediately used his hands to parry.
"Bang!" A dull sound sounded, and immediately Chu Chen was forced back seven or eight steps by Mo Qingyang's tyrannical power before he stopped.
"This strength...it's so strong!" Lin Yufeng's eyes flashed.
Not only Lin Yufeng, but everyone was exclaiming when they saw Mo Qingyang forcing Chu Chen back not long after, praising Mo Qingyang's strength and quick reaction.
Chu Chen stopped in some embarrassment, his expression became more solemn, he stared at Mo Qingyang who was standing still in front of him, clenched his fists, shouted low, stepped on his feet, and attacked Mo Qingyang.
Seeing this, Mo Qingyang did not dodge, but with an expressionless face, he also raised his fist to greet him.
When their fists almost touched, Chu Chen's eyes narrowed, he shouted loudly, and bright golden light suddenly erupted from his fists.
"Oh my god, isn't this the Chu family's Tianyang Kung Fu?"
"It is said that the power of Tianyang Kung can be doubled when illuminated by the sun."
Seeing the golden light flashing on Chu Chen's fist, many people exclaimed.
"Tian Yang Kung Fu?" Lin Yufeng raised his eyebrows slightly: "It seems to be a very strong spiritual skill."…
Feeling Chu Chen's whole body exuding a strong aura, he guessed that Tianyang Kung Fu was at least above the intermediate level of the spiritual level.
Spiritual level skills are considered rare in the mainland, and even some small families and sects treat them as treasures. Once they appear at auction, they will inevitably attract an astonishing sky-high price.
Moreover, it is quite difficult to practice the Spirit Level Kung Fu. Looking at Chu Chen's momentum, Lin Yufeng must have not practiced the Tianyang Kung Fu to a perfect state.
Chu Chen's fists were shining with golden light, but Mo Qingyang still went his own way, showing no expression at all, and waved his fists at the opponent without any scruples.
"Bang!" The fists collided, and a wave of spiritual energy erupted. The powerful impact forced the two of them to retreat.
The difference was that Mo Qingyang took one step back, while Chu Chen took three steps back.
"Qingyang actually used his physical strength to take over Chu Chen's Tianyang Kung Fu?" Lin Yufeng was secretly surprised.
He knew clearly that Chu Chen's fist just now contained considerable spiritual power, relying on the extraordinary power of Tianyang Kung Fu, which was enough for cultivators of the second level and above to treat it with caution.
What he didn't expect was that Mo Qingyang took the attack with only his physical strength, and judging from his steps back, it seemed that he had not used all his strength.
You must know that if you use your body to take on martial arts and spiritual skills, you must have a strong physique, otherwise the aftermath of the martial arts and spiritual skills will hit your body and it will be troublesome.
Judging from the previous fight, Mo Qingyang's physique must be quite powerful.
In just ten seconds while Lin Yufeng was thinking, Chu Chen on the stage launched another offensive.
The golden light was extremely bright, like a god descending to earth, containing endless power. Chu Chen looked solemn, used strange footwork, and waved his fists like rain as he fiercely attacked Mo Qingyang.
Mo Qingyang did not change his expression despite the collapse of the mountain, but he was not as stubborn as he was the first time. He kept dodging, and occasionally swept his legs and punched. His moves seemed simple, but in fact they were wide open.
However, it did not cause much harm to Chu Chen who was covered in golden light.
"I didn't expect that Chu Chen, who was at level 12 of spiritual energy, would be evenly matched with Mo Qingyang."
"The Chu family's Tianyang Kung Fu is indeed powerful. He has practiced it to the second level at a young age. Chu Chen is truly gifted."
Everyone present cheered and clapped their hands in encouragement. Even the old people who were calm and calm were looking intently at the competition on the ring.
"boom!"
Mo Qingyang swept out with his leg again, forcing Chu Chen back. Without stopping at all, he suddenly moved as soon as his body fell, and bullied him forward to attack again.
Chu Chen's expression changed. He didn't expect that Mo Qingyang's movements were so coherent and fast. He didn't have time to use the Tianyang Kung Fu, so he gritted his teeth and punched him.
Seeing this, a sneer appeared on Mo Qingyang's originally cold face, and he immediately punched out the same way. With a "bang" sound, Chu Chen screamed in pain and his body flew backwards.
"Qingyang guy, are you starting to contribute now?" Lin Yufeng narrowed his eyes.
Mo Qingyang was unable to shake Chu Chen's use of Tianyang Kung just now. He could only choose to dodge while maintaining his physical strength. When the golden light of the former's fist dissipated, he immediately seized the opportunity and forced the opponent to be caught off guard. He could only use his physical strength to defend.
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In this way, Mo Qingyang, who had a complete advantage in physical strength, knocked Chu Chen away with one punch.
"Ahem!" Chu Chen got up from the ground, his face turned pale. It was obvious that he had exhausted too much spiritual energy, but he still stared at Mo Qingyang closely.
Seeing Chu Chen getting up again, Mo Qingyang didn't stop at all, and moved straight towards Chu Chen again, trying to end the battle quickly.
The enemy in his eyes was getting bigger and bigger. Chu Chen's face became stern, he bit his lips and made several mysterious seals with his hands. Immediately, a golden light burst out from his thin body, bright and bright, as if the Buddha's light was shining all over the place.
"This...is this golden light shining in the blue sky?"….
Someone exclaimed: "It is said that Tianyang Gong is performed under the sun and has special effects. It absorbs the light of the sun and doubles the attack and defense."
"After cultivating Tianyang Kung to this point, Chu Chen of the Chu family will grow up and become a strong man!"
"With this vision, Chu Chen's chances of winning should have increased a lot now."
Seeing Chu Chen wrapped in countless golden lights, everyone present widened their eyes and looked at each other in shock.
Among the crowd, Chu Tiannan and Mr. Chu were also extremely happy and felt the light.
"What a powerful and majestic spiritual energy!" Lin Yufeng was also a little surprised, secretly sighing at the power of Tianyang Kung. According to his guess, being able to borrow the power of the sun for offense and defense must be more than just an intermediate spiritual level.
At the very least, reaching the advanced spiritual level, or even the legendary imperial level!
Emperor-level skills are as rare as morning stars in the mainland. Every time a book comes out, it will inevitably lead to a bloody storm that sweeps away countless cultivators. Countless people break their heads but cannot get it. Even touching it is a luxury.
Its value is far superior to that of the spirit-level skills. In front of the emperor-level skills, the spirit-level skills can only be regarded as superficial.
Of course, such super powerful skills can only be possessed by those sects and big families.
"Emperor level skills...all are rich people."
Lin Yufeng sighed in his heart: "I didn't expect that Chu Chen's family, with such strong financial resources, would also want their descendants to join the Ancient Sect. It seems that the Ancient Sect is also quite famous on the mainland."
As a poor boy, I can't afford even the lowest gray-level skills, let alone the imperial-level skills. I can only envy this kind of skills that countless practitioners dream of.
Lin Yufeng's exclamation only lasted a moment, and a fierce battle broke out again in the arena.
The golden light shone everywhere, dazzling and bright, as if the Buddha had reappeared. Chu Chen held the mysterious seal in his hand and shot several golden rays of light towards Mo Qingyang.
At this moment, Mo Qingyang's face also changed a little, his brows furrowed slightly, and he relied on his strange movement skills to avoid the golden light, but he was unable to get close.
Chu Chen attacked, but Mo Qingyang dodged, attacking and dodging, and it was a stalemate for a long time.
Finally, Mo Qingyang couldn't bear it any longer, and used a flaw, using his speed to the extreme, dodging several golden rays of light one after another, and then shot towards Chu Chen.
Seeing this, Chu Chen's originally pale face changed again, the seals changed, and the golden light gathered together as if being summoned, forming a piece of golden armor, shining brightly, like a golden divine armor.
"Chenzi seems to be running out of oil soon." Lin Yufeng said regretfully.
"Huh?" Fei Ling's beautiful eyes turned, and she saw that the golden light on Chu Chen's body became a little dim, and she nodded: "The winner will be announced soon."
In just a few breaths, Mo Qingyang appeared in front of Chu Chen, his eyes as cold as ice, and in Chu Chen's shocked eyes, he struck out with a knife!
"Snapped!"
When Mo Qingyang's palm hit the golden armor, the latter immediately made a cracking sound, and clearly visible cracks suddenly appeared.
"boom!"
There was a loud sound, and the seemingly indestructible golden armor, like an aegis, instantly shattered into golden fragments, scattered on the ground, and then slowly dissipated.
"Chu Chen lost!"
The moment the golden armor shattered, someone exclaimed.
"Mo Qingyang is too strong. He defeated Chu Chen's Tianyang Kung just with his physical strength."
"I didn't expect that Chu Chen could not defeat Mo Qingyang despite his cultivation to the point of golden light shining in the sky. There must be a gap in strength."
"It's an honor to be able to fight Mo Qingyang to such an extent, even if you lose."
Everyone present was completely aware of the victory or defeat, but they still clapped and cheered. The battle between the two was extremely exciting and made people forget to leave...
"I didn't expect to lose." Chu Chen said with a pale face and a bitter smile.
Mo Qingyang had no expression on his face, walked over and stretched out his hand.
Chu Chen was startled, then smiled and stretched out his hand, and was pulled up by Mo Qingyang.
"Brother Feng, I didn't expect that Chu Chen still lost." Fei Ling said with some regret.
Lin Yufeng nodded, his face slightly solemn: "Qingyang's knife just now..."
"What's wrong?" Fei Ling asked in confusion.
"He should..." Lin Yufeng pondered for a moment, then whispered: "Understood the meaning of the sword!"
"Sword intent?" As soon as she finished speaking, Fei Ling covered her mouth and exclaimed.
"This child, the hand-sword attack just now seems to be the intention of the sword."
At this moment, Mr. Chu frowned slightly and said.
"What, sword intent? How is that possible?"
As soon as Mr. Chu spoke out, someone was shocked and said in disbelief: "You are only fifteen years old and you have realized the meaning of the sword?!"
"There is no mistake. That palm just now contained the fierce sword intention. It turned the palm into a sword. This is the sword intention!"
At this time, some people with vicious eyes nodded in agreement.
"Oh my god, this guy is really shocking!"
"Many sword cultivators have been unable to comprehend the meaning of the sword for decades, but Mo Qingyang comprehended it at the age of fifteen!"
"Another evildoer appears. The Mo family may be immortal for thousands of years because of Mo Qingyang!"
Everyone looked at each other and saw a hint of shock in each other's eyes. It was obvious that Mo Qingyang's strength far exceeded their expectations.
Sword Intention is an extremely mysterious realm. According to legend, those who understand Sword Intent can turn everything into a sword. The sword can move at will, and the sword can move with the intention.
For thousands of years, there have been only a handful of cultivators who can understand the meaning of the sword. Ancient books record that those few people were all super strong men who were once famous in the continent. They stood at the pinnacle, arrogant and unrivaled by all the powerful ones.
Of course, sword intent also has different levels, but Lin Yufeng didn't know that clearly. He only remembered that there were records of the highest realm of sword intent in ancient books.
Legend has it that Dugu Sword Ancestor, who has cultivated his sword power to the highest level, can turn everything in the world into hundreds of thousands of long swords. This is the famous "Ten Thousand Swords Devouring the World".
How many ancient powerful men died in this peerless killing move with hatred, and how many ferocious beasts from the ancient times turned into blood to wash away hundreds of thousands of ferocious swords.
Therefore, the Dugu Sword Ancestor also received the title of ‘The Sword Ancestor of Killing’.
Of course, this is also a legend. As for whether there is really the highest state of sword intention, Lin Yufeng does not know. For countless years, except for the Dugu Sword Group, no one seems to be able to understand such a terrifying state.
"Brother Feng, it's really sword intention." Fei Ling turned her head, a flash of light flashed across her beautiful eyes, and asked with a chuckle: "How did you know?"
Lin Yufeng smiled faintly and said, "Guess, who knew I would guess it right."
"Is this really a guess?" Feiling smiled slyly.
Being stared at by Fei Ling, Lin Yufeng could only laugh a few times and did not answer.
In fact, he only guessed it six months ago when he saw Mo Qingyang practicing in front of the stone forest and felt a sharp sword energy.
Seeing that Lin Yufeng didn't answer, Fei Ling couldn't help but pout, and didn't ask any further questions.
"The first round of competition is over, Mo Qingyang wins!"
Fu Yan looked at Mo Qingyang favorably, marveled in his heart, and announced loudly.
Mo Qingyang's expression remained as usual. After Fu Yan announced the result, he calmly returned to the team under the eyes of everyone who admired, shocked, or worshiped.
Chu Chen smiled bitterly and exited the ring.
Although he was the loser, Chu Chen's potential and strength also made everyone sigh. Many people congratulated Chu Tiannan and Mr. Chu.
"Haha, Chenzi did a good job." Lin Yufeng smiled.
"Brother Fengzi, you may not be able to enter the ancient gate." Chu Chen sighed.
"That's not necessarily true, haven't you heard? If you perform well, you may have a chance to enter." Lin Yufeng consoled him.
After hearing Lin Yufeng's comfort, Chu Chen's originally disappointed expression softened and he revealed a forced smile.
"Okay, let's go to the second round of competition."
During the conversation between Lin Yufeng and Chu Chen, Fu Yan's voice came to his ears: "Wang Shan versus Haotian."
As the competition passed round after round, although the battle was quite fierce, it was still far behind Mo Qingyang and Chu Chen in the first round.
Among them, some lost, some won, some cheered with joy, and some were disappointed and sad.
Everything was as Lin Yufeng expected. When Fei Ling fought against an opponent whose cultivation had reached the twelfth stage of spiritual energy, he defeated him in just dozens of rounds. Fat Niu and others also successfully defeated their opponents.
So far, Mo Qingyang, Fei Ling, and Fat Niu have successfully obtained the qualifications to enter the ancient gate.
"Okay, the competition is about to end, the last round of competition..."
At this time, Fu Yan cleared his throat and shouted: "Shi Qian versus Lin Yufeng!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yufeng was stunned and immediately narrowed his eyes.