Wherever Lin Changan's eyes passed, even the elders felt a slight chill. As for Mo Changfeng's face, it became increasingly ugly.
Lin Changan's words are also referring to Sang and Huai.
Lin Changan defeated Liu Shangao with one punch, which suddenly made many disciples present feel that Lin Changan should be the favorite to win the championship.
If an inscription can be destroyed in half a step, who else can punish Lin Changan in front of him?
After this round of duel, only four people were left, namely Ling Qianxue, Lin Changan, Feng Tingyun, and Chen Sheng from Tianqing Peak.
"The drawing of lots begins." Mo Changfeng spoke again, still with a deep chill.
He still felt that he could win today. Feng Tingyun, his eldest disciple, had half-step inscription level strength. What was even more frightening was that he was the previous number one. Unlike Long Xuanyuan, Feng Tingyun
Tingyun is getting older, and his spiritual power has become more pure, and he is even just a hair away from the true inscription realm.
He is not very old. He is about twenty-five years old and is about to enter the ranks of inscriptions. He is considered to be very good.
The lottery ticket in Lin Changan's hand was number one, and Ling Qianxue was also number one.
"I admit defeat in this battle." Ling Qianxue said, her beautiful eyes glanced at Lin Changan in front of her, but she hesitated to speak.
Since Lin Changan came to the inner gate, the two have not spoken.
As for Lin Changan, he smiled slightly and nodded.
As a straight man, Emperor Tianshu doesn't seem to know how important it is to have regular contact with girls.
As for the battlefield on the other side, Feng Tingyun just made a casual blow. Chen Sheng was defeated directly and did not have the combat power to fight with him.
"This Feng Tingyun is as strong as ever." A disciple said, with a sense of fear flashing through his eyes.
Lin Changan was able to instantly kill the half-step inscription. As the number one last time and the most powerful disciple under Mo Changfeng, Feng Tingyun was also able to do it. Of course, it would cost a lot.
The decisive battle has begun.
But this time, Lin Changan accidentally broke a record. In the Shenwu Pavilion's first inner sect competition in history, only those in the middle stage of Fusion Spirit appeared in the finals.
Others may not be able to reach the finals even with half-step inscriptions, but Lin Changan only relied on the middle stage of Soul Fusion.
"You are really better than the old man." Looking at the young man in the picture, Elder Zixiang's eyes shone brightly, and she thought of that young man who was as outstanding as ever, Lin Zhan.
It's just that Lin Zhan back then was slightly less conspicuous than Lin Changan in front of him.
This battle determined the final outcome, and a look of solemnity flashed across Feng Tingyun's eyes.
He didn't want his reputation in Shenwu Peak to be ruined in one fell swoop.
On the huge battle platform, both sides were staring at him with ferocious killing intent, like thunder, spreading over the entire battle platform. Feng Tingyun's eyes were full of gloom. As the most powerful disciple under Mo Changfeng, he lost.
Well, that would be a slap in Mo Changfeng’s face.
"I heard that you, Lin Chang'an, taught at Wuxin Peak some time ago? Why, a lecturer who can teach is only in the middle stage of spiritual fusion?!" Feng Tingyun looked at Lin Chang'an in front of him, sneered and said.
During his trip, defeating Lin Changan was a task. The key point was to let many disciples understand that Lin Changan's teachings were nonsense. He couldn't do it himself, so he still wanted to teach others?
That is simply delusional.
"I don't want them to listen. They love to go. I don't know that they would actually be willing to listen to my class at the middle stage of Fusion Spirit." Lin Changan waved his hand with a look of helplessness on his face.
Such a simple sentence made Mo Changfeng's whole face turn purple with anger.
Damn it, this is obviously making fun of myself.
When people are in the middle stage of soul-melting, they just give lectures casually, and the seats are not full, but there is competition for seats. But Mo Changfeng, a generation of venerables, actually gives free lectures and no one is willing to go. This is simply a slap in the face.
After saying these words, Mo Changfeng's face in front of him was so ugly that he almost cursed his mother. However, in the end, he just clenched his fists slightly.
"Let you run rampant now, and you will naturally know what it means to have high heaven and earth." A cold and cold look passed through Mo Changfeng's eyes.
Mo Changfeng in front of him was extremely confident about Feng Tingyun's strength.
Below the actual inscription, it cannot be said to be invincible. At least in the Ziyun Empire, it can be said to be invincible.
Feng Tingyun, the disciple he had worked so hard to train for three years, was also a first-grade talent and had put a lot of effort into it. He was his eldest disciple.
Being able to become the number one in the previous inner sect disciple competition, Feng Tingyun in front of him was naturally unworldly and extremely powerful.
He also saw that Lin Changan's words in front of him were disrespectful towards his master.
"Are you still sarcastic now? When I kill you on the ground, coughing up blood, and your body is broken like a drowned dog, I'll see how you scream at me!" Feng Tingyun sneered one after another, without any concern for Lin Changan in front of him.
In his eyes, he knew his own strength very well. In the past, he had never lost even half a step in the battle.
"Wind Palm, kill!" In an instant, Feng Tingyun in front of him launched an attack.
He wanted to prove with his actions that Lin Changan in front of him was not worthy of teaching!
Compared with his master Mo Changfeng, he is simply far behind.
"Boom!"
A palm set off a terrible wave, and the whole sky was shaken by the followers. It was extremely terrifying, and the strong wind swept up, like ocean waves, one layer after another, and the surging spiritual power turned into waves, floating on the surface.
before.
"Wind Palm?" This scene made many disciples frown slightly.
You must know that the Wild Wind Palm is the most powerful palm technique in Shenwu Peak. According to rumors, it can be stacked up to ninety-nine and eighty-one palms. If ninety-nine and eighty-one palms can be produced, it can even kill people at a higher level!
Even though Lin Changan can easily skip a level, it seems that it is so easy to skip a level in the world of cultivation. Whoever can skip a level must be a genius who is rare to see in a century?
Unless there is an essential difference, just like when people from top sects come to a shabby land, they can still leapfrog and fight. But when the living environment is similar and everyone is born with little difference, it will be difficult to leapfrog and fight at this time.
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Of course, Lin Changan is just a pervert, and he is not in this category at all.
"My gust of wind palm is enough to hit fifty palms! After fifty palms, even the strong inscriptions need to be careful when facing this palm. The half-step inscriptions of the same level are even more difficult to match. Lin Changan, I
I want to ask you if you dare to take it!" Feng Tingyun said with a ferocious smile, the strong wind in the sky became more and more chaotic and violent.