Chapter 229 Five consecutive victories, angry Qingyun Daoist
The sixth elder of Qingyun Sect gritted his teeth and said to a young disciple: "The next battle is on Bai Ming Road, you go up!"
"Yeah." Bai Minglu nodded.
He looked at the disciples of the Piao Miao Sect, and his eyes fell on Huo Yunjie, thinking that he should fight with him.
"The sect master is so idle that he actually asked me to participate in this kind of competition. However, I am very excited to be able to fight against the disciples of the Piaomiao Sect again!"
Thinking of this, Bai Minglu jumped onto the ring.
The breath of the ninth level of Qi Refining peak spread instantly, like a strong wind sweeping through the surroundings, even the trees outside the arena were blown away.
However, a bright sword light flashed past.
Bai Minglu couldn't even pull out his sword before he was hacked away. He hung on the tree with pain all over his body and foaming at the mouth.
On the arena.
Mo Ying sheathed her sword and calmly walked down the ring.
"this!"
The whole audience was shocked.
To defeat the peak of the ninth level of Qi refining, all it takes is one sword?
Juyuan realm?
Everyone looked at Mo Ying with wide eyes, feeling their throats dry.
"You even went to the Juyuan Realm and openly cheated. This city lord is not convinced!" The city lord of Nanwu City was furious.
But the next moment, everyone including him and the sixth elder of the Qingyun Sect suddenly felt numb.
Everyone discovered that a cold long sword was placed on the neck of the lord of Nanwu City.
"Do you want to die, or continue competing?"
Mo Ying was holding the Flying Sword in the Wind, and a cold aura was released from her body, making everyone in the Nanwucheng camp feel like they were being targeted by death, making them unable to resist.
"Let's compete!"
The lord of Nanwu City is full of desire to survive.
He couldn't tell clearly when Mo Ying appeared behind him. If she really wanted to kill her, he would have been killed long ago, and he was extremely worried.
Soon, the fourth game began.
The disciples of Qingyun Sect are also at the ninth level of Qi Refining and are very strong.
However, he was facing Huo Yunjie!
"Wind Spirit Step!"
As soon as the battle started, Huo Yunjie used his body skills to get close to the opponent. The two blocked each other with sharp swords, and their sword energy swept across, leaving many sword marks on the ring.
"Colorful falling flowers!"
Huo Yunjie squeezed the technique with his hand and rolled out countless pink petals to interfere with his vision. Then, he compressed the power of the sword drawing technique to one-third and slashed it out horizontally.
Click!
The disciple of the Qingyun Sect only had time to block with his sword, but his arm was numb from the shock, and even the blade of the sword was notched, and he vomited blood and flew backwards.
"good!"
The deputy city lord was overjoyed.
Although the disciples of the Qingyun Sect are very strong, the disciples of the Piaomiao Sect are even stronger. They have won three games in a row now, and they only need two more games to win.
The fifth game will start soon.
The person on stage at Qingyun Sect was a female disciple.
She had a charming face, wore a close-fitting red dress, held two thin swords, one long and one short, and showed a seductive smile.
"This battle, let me do it!" Jia Yulan took the stage.
"Why don't you let me come?" Long Tianxing was puzzled.
Mo Ying held Feijian in her arms, glanced at him, and said: "This female disciple from Qingyun Sect is more attractive. You are too young and cannot bear the temptation, so you will lose easily."
"Okay!" Long Tianxing scratched his head.
On the arena.
"Tch, it's not a boy. It's really sad..." The woman in the red dress lowered her eyes and looked sad. Before she finished speaking, she suddenly took action.
The dagger suddenly flew out and hit Jia Yulan directly between her eyebrows.
"Colorful falling flowers!"
Jia Yulan made a secret with both hands, and countless pink petals overlapped to form a shield, blocking the sudden thrust of the dagger.
But the next moment, the woman in the red dress suddenly came around behind her, stabbed down with another long sword, and was about to take Jia Yulan away.
Suddenly, the woman in the red dress found that she seemed to be restrained by something, and the sword in her hand could no longer move forward.
"what happened?"
She lowered her head and found that she was entangled in a luminous rope and was fixed on the ring. She quickly swung her sword towards the rope.
"It's too late!" Jia Yulan suddenly turned around and blasted the woman in red skirt with a vitality bullet, falling outside the ring.
"How could this happen?" The sixth elder of the Qingyun Sect felt puzzled.
The female disciple in the red dress is good at body skills and can also use two swords. She should have won, but why was she stopped in place by Jia Yulan?
Under everyone's puzzled gazes, Jia Yulan returned to Mo Ying, very calm, as if she had expected to win.
"Use the "All-round Spiritual Sense" to sense the surroundings at all times, and then use the "Spirit Binding Cord" to strike back. Senior Sister Mo, your strategy is really clever!" Jia Yulan said with a smile.
"It's a small matter." Mo Ying was very calm.
She has been promoted to the Juyuan Realm, her vision is more vicious, and she has developed spiritual consciousness, which can analyze the strength of Qingyun Sect's disciples and make the most accurate response.
"I am so angry!" The Lord of Nanwu City paced back and forth.
Baifu City has already won four games in a row. If it wins one more, this plain will be handed over to others. He feels extremely anxious in his heart.
"What to do next?" The Lord of Nanwu City stared at the Sixth Elder of Qingyun Sect.
"What else can we do? If we meet someone from the Piao Miao Sect, we will be unlucky! It seems that we are destined to lose today. Prepare to bear the wrath of the sect master!" The sixth elder of the Qingyun Sect was so angry that he walked away and sat far away.
Under the tree, sighing.
Raising his head, he saw Bai Minglu still hanging on the tree, and was furious.
In this competition, Bai Minglu was the strongest among the nine inner disciples of the Qingyun Sect, and he should have won beautifully.
As a result, he was killed by a sword!
I am so angry!
The sixth elder of Qingyun Sect was so angry that his face twisted.
"Start the next game!" the deputy city lord of Baifu City shouted.
"Who will go up next?" The Lord of Nanwu City looked at the remaining Qingyun Sect disciples.
They looked at each other.
Finally, a disciple of the ninth level of Qi Refining came on stage.
"Everyone, I'm going!" Long Tianxing jumped onto the ring. His cultivation aura was not strong, only the seventh level of Qi refining peak.
As soon as his breath came out, everyone in Nanwucheng immediately felt like they were overjoyed from heaven.
"Hahaha!"
"It's only the seventh level of Qi refining!"
"I understand. The most powerful disciples of the Piao Miao Sect have already appeared. The remaining disciples are average in cultivation and strength. Here is our chance to make a comeback!"
The lord of Nanwucheng was overjoyed.
Under the tree.
The sixth elder of the Qingyun Sect stretched out his neck, rubbed his eyes, and confirmed that Long Tianxing was only at the seventh level of Qi Refining, and smiled brightly.
On the arena.
Long Tianxing's opponent clenched the sword in his hand, feeling like he was being favored by fate, and the smile on his face gradually became abnormal: "Haha! The ninth level of Qi refining is the peak of the seventh level of Qi refining. If I don't win, I might as well eat shit."
After saying that, the Qingyun Sect disciple pointed his sword at Long Tianxing and said, "Boy, don't blame me for bullying the younger one."
Hearing this, Long Tianxing looked strange and muttered: "It's true that I am at the seventh level of Qi Refining, but am I weak?"
Under the arena.
The deputy city lord of Baifu City was shocked and said: "How can we let Long Tianxing go? He is only at the seventh level of Qi refining, so his chances of winning are not good!"
"Just wait and see." Mo Ying whispered.
Long Tianxing's cultivation level is not high, but is he really weak?
No, on the contrary, he is very strong!
I have great confidence in Long Tianxing and Mo Ying.
"Haha, I'm going to win this round."
"It turns out that the Piaomiao Sect is just a temporary show of talent. Now, it's our Qingyun Sect's turn to perform."
"I have to say, I was a little panicked just now, but now, the situation has changed, and we can sit back and enjoy the Piaomiao Sect disciples being defeated one by one."
The disciples of the Qingyun Sect showed a smile with a leisurely look on their face.
The Lord of Nanwucheng laughed and said: "Okay, let's begin!"
On the arena.
The disciples of the Qingyun Sect wielded their long swords and were about to fly Long Tianxing away. They easily won and became the key to turning the tide of the battle. They were praised by the sect master and elders.
He had already begun to imagine that after he won, he would be surrounded by his fellow apprentices, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually became funny.
"Drink!"
Suddenly, a roar broke the Qingyun Sect disciples' illusions.
Everyone looked at the sound and saw Long Tianxing riding a horse, with his hands tightly clenched into fists. There was a light silver light shining on his body, and it was quickly covered with fine silver scales, and one of his hands turned into sharp claws.
There is also a dragon tail growing out from behind!
A powerful aura erupted, shaking the surrounding trees.
"This this!"
Except for the disciples of the Piaomiao Sect, everyone else looked shocked, their mouths wide open in shock, as if they were looking at a monster.
"The first stage, transform into dragon form!"
Long Tianxing roared and completely transformed into a dragon. The aura on his body increased five times, giving people a terrifying feeling of facing a semi-transformed monster.
"Damn it, how could this happen!"
The disciples of Qingyun Sect who fought against him were shocked.
He quickly swung his sword and slashed out dozens of sword energy, trying to knock Long Tianxing off the ring.
"Get down here!"
Long Tianxing waved his sharp claws and easily chopped off the incoming sword energy. With a sway, he arrived in front of the disciple of the Qingyun Sect. With a flick of the dragon's tail, he knocked him off the ring and fainted on the spot.
"One move, instant kill?"
Everyone swallowed hard.
I thought that Long Tianxing was very weak, and this competition would be the time for the Qingyun Sect to turn around, but who knew, they were defeated like this!
Today, Baifu City has won five games in a row.
In this competition with five wins out of nine, the winner has been decided.
"I'm so angry!" The sixth elder of the Qingyun Sect stamped his feet angrily and jumped into the air, having no shame to continue to stay here.
The deputy city lord looked at the livid face of the city lord of Nanwu City and said with a smile: "We won. According to the regulations, this plain belongs to our Baifu City. Let's start signing the agreement!"
"You're cruel!" the Lord of Nanwu City gritted his teeth.
Mo Ying and his party did not participate in the signing of the agreement and returned directly to Piaomiao Peak, leaving only the deputy city lord of Baifu City, the lord of Nishang Palace, the leader of Ba Dao Sect, the four masters of Feiyu Sect and the lord of Nanwu City.
People handle it.
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Qingyunmen.
"What are you talking about? We actually lost five games in a row, causing Baifu City to obtain the permanent right to dispose of that plain?"
"Trash, everything is trash!"
"Piao Miao Faction, Ye Feng, just wait for me!"
Master Qingyun threw his teacup angrily and kept roaring.
The terrifying momentum soared into the sky, crushing the surrounding halls and trees, like a tornado destroying the parking lot, leaving only a pile of ruins.
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Misty Peak.
Ye Feng looked at the disciples who had returned from the victory, nodded with satisfaction, and said: "You all performed well in today's battle. Next, hand over the disciple identity tokens you are wearing."
"Ah?" The disciples were stunned.
"Today's identity tokens are not fully functional. I am planning to refining them to expand the communication range and add new functions." Ye Feng explained.
Hearing this, the disciples were suddenly stunned.
"It's time for the boss."
They immediately hand over their identity tokens.
After getting the disciple identity tokens, Ye Feng threw them into the forging furnace, took out some of the special materials obtained by the Ten Thousand Islands Alliance, refined them, and threw them into the forging furnace together with thirteen pieces of medium-grade spiritual stones, and started refining.