She stared at Chen Feng and suddenly said in shock: "Is this, is this the useless, useless apprentice?"
Neither she nor Ran Changling cared much about the external sect competition, and they didn't know about Chen Feng's rise to fame.
"That's the trash."
An elder flattered him and said, "This little beast has had some kind of adventure. Not only can he practice cultivation, but his strength has also skyrocketed!"
Looking at Chen Feng, Ran Yuxue's eyes were complicated, but she soon regained her coldness.
She curled her lips slightly, not caring, and said calmly: "It's just a stepping stone."
"It turns out that you practice martial arts that are fierce, domineering, powerful and heavy!"
Ran Changling was thoughtful.
He said arrogantly: "I didn't expect our sect to have such a master as you, so I'll do whatever it takes and fight you two more times."
When he saw that Chen Feng was powerful, he immediately changed his rhetoric, which was extremely shameless.
"Look at my palms with floating snow and clouds!"
Ran Changling shouted loudly, stepped forward, and attacked again.
The punch just now was powerful and heavy, but at this time, the Piao Xue Chuan Yun Palm had a completely different style. His palm technique was like the flying snowflakes between the sky and the earth, everywhere and densely packed.
The most important thing is that this palm technique is extremely delicate and complicated, with dozens of variations behind each move.
Chen Feng couldn't detect what kind of change it was.
Ran Changling struck out with a palm, attacking Chen Feng's left rib. Chen Feng smashed out the Ming Wang Seal without moving. Unexpectedly, Ran Changling's move was a false move.
Chen Feng's Immovable King's Seal hit the empty space, destroying a piece of the arena. Ran Changling quickly walked around behind him and struck out with a palm.
Chen Feng was unable to resist, and was hit on the side of the waist. His body tilted, his whole body was in severe pain, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
He felt extremely painful all over his body.
In the stands, Ran Yuxue showed a proud smile on her face.
"My nephew's understanding is quite good. He has been practicing the Piaoxue Cloud Palm for several years, and he can be considered a master."
An elder complimented: "Piao Xue Chuan Yun Palm, a fourth-level yellow-level martial arts skill, has one hundred and eight moves. Each move has thirty-six subsequent changes, which is very difficult to judge."
"The power of his palms is hesitant and flickering, aiming to draw away the enemy's true energy and then launch a powerful attack."
"Master Nephew Ran will definitely win. This loser is no match at all!"
In the stands, many elders showed proud smiles.
Han Cong broke into a cold sweat nervously.
In just ten minutes, Chen Feng received dozens of slaps.
Ran Changling's acquired strength at the eighth level, each palm has the power of ten thousand kilograms. Due to the practice of the Bedoluoye Golden Sutra, Chen Feng's physical strength is stronger than that of ordinary seventh-level acquired warriors, but it is not to an outrageous level.
After dozens of palm strikes, many muscles and bones were broken on the body, the whole body was in great pain, and the internal organs were also seriously injured.
Chen Feng felt like he was trapped in a fishing net, unable to use all his strength to break free.
He felt awe-inspiring in his heart, if he continued like this, he would be consumed alive.
"I originally wanted to keep my trump card, but now it seems that I can't keep it, otherwise I will die here today."
He suddenly retreated, breaking away from the battle, and then slowly drew out the Qiu Shui Sword.
The disciples around him were in an uproar.
"Senior Brother Chen has never used a sword before. Could it be said that his most powerful skill is not his palm skills, but his sword skills?"
"Is this the trump card of Senior Brother Chen?"
"It's useless!" Ran Changling laughed ferociously, made a throat-slitting gesture towards Chen Feng, and said cruelly: "Fighting a waste like you from outside the sect has already made me lose all face. I want to
Kill you to wash away my shame!"
Chen Feng remained silent. He took a deep breath and waved his Qiu Shui Sword gently.
A dark cloud drifted across the sky and enveloped the stands.
The sky is clear elsewhere, but here there is an extra layer of clouds.
The clouds are getting lower and lower.
Strings of raindrops fell, and there seemed to be a little more moisture in the air.
Ran Changling couldn't help but take a breath, feeling that the air was moist and had a hint of earthy smell.
The rain became heavier and heavier, and finally turned into a heavy rain.
But the strange thing is that except for this arena, there is no rain anywhere else!
The elders in the stands were all shocked.
"This this……"
Zhao Ruoxi said with a calm face: "Is this the Yuluo Feihua Sword Technique? Have you practiced to the level of 'Yu Luo'?"
"For many years, there are not a few people who have practiced the Yuluo Feihua Sword Technique. Those who can reach the Yuluo state before the Shenmen state, and can mobilize the power of heaven and earth, it seems that for hundreds of years, they are the only two masters and disciples!"
An old man with white hair and beard sighed: "This boy has such a strong understanding of the way of swordsmanship! From now on, the future is limitless!"
Even Ran Yuxue couldn't help but be moved.
"This piece of trash can actually activate the power of heaven and earth?" Her face was gloomy.
A young elder stood up and said excitedly: "I didn't expect that in the outer sect's competition, such an amazing and talented person would emerge. This is the great luck of the outer sect, and I want to report it to the sect leader."
In the Yu Luo Fei Hua sword technique, it is easy to achieve the 'Flying Flowers', but it is difficult to achieve the 'Rain Falling'.
Feihua only needs his sword skills to be fast enough. To make the rain fall, he has to mobilize the power of heaven and earth. Those who are not strong in the Shenmen realm cannot do it!
