This black-faced man is a disciple of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect. He has top-notch orifice refining skills and is proficient in the body refining technique. At this time, he uses all his strength to strike a stick, and its power is almost at the innate level.
However, as the iron rod hit, the figure of the white peony suddenly disappeared, leaving only a white peony petal. This is the phantom body of the hundred flowers in the Baihua Body Technique, which uses the true energy of the hundred flowers to create a phantom that can confuse people. This cannot be hidden in the first place. It is for spiritual exploration, but this Hundred Flowers Phantom Body also contains a spiritual charm effect, making it difficult for people to distinguish between reality and illusion.
The black-faced man's attack failed, but he instinctively turned around and swung the stick back, but still only smashed a white petal.
Immediately, Bai Mudan's figure appeared behind him and slapped him on the back, knocking him away and knocking him off the ring.
The black-faced man suffered a bruise and swollen face after falling, and was in such a sorry state.
The disciples of the seven sects around the ring burst into laughter: "You don't even know about Fairy Peony, who is ranked in the top 30 on the list, and you still want people to admit defeat, you deserve it!"
At this time, Elder Xuandao said: "White Peony of Baihua Palace wins!"
Then, he continued to read the second group of names, and the two people he read showed their number plates, registered their names, and then came on stage.
Immediately, Bai Mudan jumped off the stage and walked directly towards Ling Feng and others.
Shen You and Li Yu were also slightly surprised because they had no friendship with Bai Mudan.
Bai Mudan approached, stared at Ling Feng, and said coldly: "You didn't keep your promise to Yuqing!"
Ling Feng looked slightly startled, then smiled bitterly and said: "I was busy at that time, so I really couldn't go!"
"I couldn't go at that time, but what happens after that? Remember, you still owe Yuqing an explanation!"
After Bai Mudan finished speaking, she turned and left.
Yun Yuyi smiled and said: "Junior Brother Lin is indeed very charming!"
Ling Feng had no choice but to explain the matter.
Yunyi suddenly laughed and said: "You are really an idiot. This little girl didn't ask you to see the flowers, she asked you to see her. It doesn't matter if the peony party is over. If you just want to go, won't she welcome you? ? It’s better for you. You spend your whole day either fighting or practicing in seclusion. You’re indifferent to the little girl. You deserve it!”
Ling Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head. How could he not feel a trace of Jiang Yuqing's affection, but he really didn't want to provoke too many women. If the time comes, he would continue to cut things off and become chaotic, which would also affect his martial arts advancement.
Ren Yuyao sighed and stopped talking. She didn't know
While they were talking, the two people on the stage had already decided the winner.
A young man from the Ziyang Sword Sect was defeated with three swords by a disciple of the Xuantian Dao Sect and fell off the ring.
Immediately, Elder Xuandao continued to read the new number plate.
No. 349 and No. 324 enter the ring!"
Ling Feng smiled slightly. It was finally his turn. He took out the wooden number plate and asked Elder Xuan Dao to register his name. Then, his figure flashed and landed on the Tai Chi ring.
Another young man in white clothes with a sword also performed Qinggong, jumped onto the ring, cupped his fists and said: "Xuantian Dao Sect Zuo Shaolong, please give me some advice from Junior Brother Lin Feng!"
Nowadays, Ling Feng is famous, and almost every faction has his image data, so Zuo Shaolong recognized him directly.
Ling Feng glanced at this person, looking slightly surprised, and immediately clasped his fists and said: "Senior Brother Zuo, please!"
Zuo Shaolong concentrated his energy and drew his sword suddenly, condensing a few inches of white sword light, and stabbed Ling Feng's throat as fast as thunder. At the same time, a spiritual force condensed into a sword shape and invaded Ling Feng's sea of consciousness. His true The Qi, body, and soul cultivation levels are all at the seven-star level. This powerful blow explodes, and ordinary masters cannot catch it.
However, Ling Feng looked indifferent and was not affected at all. With a flash of two fingers, he easily caught the inferior magic weapon level sword.
Zuo Shaolong hurriedly gathered his strength and tried to draw out the long sword, but found that the sword edge remained motionless, so he had to clasp his fists and say: "Junior Brother Lin has great martial arts skills, Zuo surrenders!"
Ling Feng returned the sword, cupped his fists and said, "I accept it!"
The preliminary round is a best-of-three round, with the winner advancing and the loser eliminated. At this time, he has to win again to advance.
"Canglang Sword Sect Lin Feng wins!"
At this time, Elder Xuandao said loudly, and then he began to read the next pair of number plates.
Immediately, Ling Feng got off the ring, and two more people got on the ring.
A moment later, Zuo Shaolong came to the gathering place where Xuantian Dao Sect disciples gathered, cupped his fists and said: "Senior brother, junior brother is incompetent and has not tested the depth of Lin Feng's martial arts!"
A middle-aged man wearing a white robe smiled and said: "No, you have already tested it out."
He could guess from Ling Feng's calm and confident demeanor that he had most likely condensed his true energy.
After a while, it was Ren Yuyao's turn to come on stage, and her opponent was a disciple of the Holy Fire Cult.
Ren Yuyao did not draw her sword, but only made two moves. One strike hit the opponent's wrist with a hand knife, knocking off the weapon, and then knocked the person off the ring with a clean and neat move.
Yun Yuyi also won a match, but Li Yu suffered a tragedy. He met a disciple of the Qinglong Palace who was extremely talented, but he was defeated in just three moves.
After a while, it was Ling Feng's turn to play again.
However, this time his opponent was a young man in purple with a handsome face and extraordinary bearing. His eyes gave people a sense of sharpness. He stared at Ling Feng, cupped his fists and said: "Fang Jiansheng of the Purple Sun Sword Sect, please give me some advice from Junior Brother Lin!
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"Chun Yang Jian Fang Jiansheng, fourth on the list of people!"
After Ling Feng heard this, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he immediately cupped his fists and said: "Canglang Sword Sect Lin Feng, please, Senior Brother Fang!"
Immediately, the two of them concentrated their energy and looked at each other.
Ling Feng was secretly shocked as he sensed a strong fluctuation of true energy. This Fang Jiansheng had condensed true energy just like Ren Tianxing, and it was a high-grade true energy.
Around the Tai Chi arena, many disciples of the seven sects were concentrating. One was ranked fourth on the list, and the other was Lin Feng, who had a strong record and was vaguely said to be the number one among the younger generation! Many people were speculating on the outcome.
Yun Yuyi smiled and said: "Junior sister Ren, who do you think will win?"
Ren Yuyao said calmly: "Lin Feng!"
Li Yu smiled and said: "That must be Lin Feng. Can Fang Jiansheng compare to the Demon General Ye Tianya?"
As he spoke, Fang Jiansheng had already drawn his sword out of its sheath, gathering a purple sword light.
Out of respect, Ling Feng also unsheathed his sword and gathered a few inches of white sword light.
The two faced each other for a moment, and then their bodies flashed at the same time, and their swords clashed.
With a bang, the sword energy surged, and Fang Jiansheng felt a powerful force coming towards him, and he retreated sharply. His expression changed. He had just used his full strength to draw the sword, but he was easily repelled. It was obvious that his cultivation level was quite different.
, it is difficult to win with swordsmanship alone! He once again generated the purple sword light, and thrust out the sword quickly. An extremely condensed and scorching sword intent invaded Ling Feng's sea of consciousness, and the sword edge immediately thrust out.
Ling Feng's Xuanshui soul power turned into a huge wave, drowning the Pure Yang Sword Intent. Immediately, a red firebird shaped like a fire wind rushed into Ling Feng's sea of consciousness, but it was Ling Lieyang, the divine weapon of the Pure Yang Sword.
Bird spirit.
However, it was still useless, a majestic wave drowned the Sun Bird.
In the real world, the Pure Yang Sword quickly stabbed Ling Feng's throat, but Ling Feng's figure suddenly disappeared and appeared beside Fang Jiansheng in a flash.
Fang Jiansheng turned around quickly and swung his sword, but suddenly a strangely cold surging sword consciousness invaded the sea of consciousness and froze his soul. When he woke up, Ling Feng's sword was already on his neck.