Starting from helping someone rob a wedding, he was forced to hide in the Sunset Sect

Wang Chengde and Wang Chengzhi were reluctant to reveal too early that they had mastered the spiritual fire.

But facing the disciples of Sunset Sect, they had to use the spiritual fire in advance, otherwise Poyun Sect would be eliminated in the second round.

What surprised Wang Chengde was that Xu Yeyu was able to see that the origin of the spiritual fire was in him.

The Poyun Sect used the spiritual fire as the secret weapon for this Immortal Sect Conference, and even the other three disciples in the sect knew nothing about it.

How did Xu Yeyu know that this special spiritual fire could be passed on to other people?

How did he know that spiritual fire could be used to transmit secret messages?

Wang Chengde had many doubts in his mind, but he was glad that the other party did not have conclusive evidence to show that the spiritual fire had special sound transmission abilities.

Purple flames suddenly ignited in Wang Chengde's right hand, and the purple flames rolled and danced like a living thing, completely wrapping his hand in a ball of brilliant flames.

His spiritual fire is more powerful than Wang Chengzhi's.

The appearance of the purple flame made the surrounding air scorching hot, and Wang Chengde's face couldn't help but reveal an unconcealable confidence and arrogance.

Wang Chengde broke through to the Golden Core Realm with the help of spiritual fire. He was not afraid even when facing a disciple of the Sunset Sect who was also in the Golden Core Realm.

Tang Yu had never seen Xu Yeyu's flaming sword. He looked at the flames on the Blue Sky Sword with an expression of surprise on his face.

Xu Yeyu knows three styles of swordsmanship. Tang Yu originally thought that he only knows the swordsmanship of the Yujian School and the Lujian School.

Tang Yu found something strange, and asked curiously, "Junior Sister Xia, why is Junior Brother Xu holding the sword in his left hand?"

Tang Yu remembered that Xu Yeyu was right-handed and he shouldn't hold the sword with his left hand.

Although using the left hand is not a big problem, it will undoubtedly be more convenient to hold the sword with your dominant hand.

Xia Xiaomo pondered for a moment and was about to answer Tang Yu's question.

Xu Yeyu took action.

He leaned forward and rushed towards Wang Chengde like an arrow.

Wang Chengde never expected that Xu Yeyu would attack him directly.

He originally thought that Xu Yeyu would use a delaying tactic to consume his true energy first and then take the opportunity to attack.

The magic sword in Xu Yeyu's hand drew a dazzling arc in the air and slashed towards Wang Chengde's arm.

When the fire and the purple flame collided violently, a deafening sound erupted instantly, as if thunder piercing the ears, and the stirring sound waves set off a strong wind in the air.

At the moment of the loud noise, Wang Chengde's right hand was cut off by Xu Yeyu's magic sword, blood gushed out, and the broken arm fell in the air.

Shock and fear were revealed on Wang Chengde's face. He couldn't believe that his hand could be chopped off so easily.

His right hand was protected by spiritual fire, so why could Xu Yeyu cut off his entire arm with just one sword?

Not only Wang Chengde, but everyone watching on the ring couldn't believe the scene before them.

Xu Yeyu's right hand was wrapped in flames, and the scorching breath spread out, burning the surrounding air and making everyone feel suffocated.

His face was grim and he punched out suddenly.

Xu Yeyu's fist hit Wang Chengde's face with a dull sound, knocking him flying and falling ten feet outside the ring, raising dust and smoke.

Xu Yeyu stood in the center of the ring, the blue sky and the flame on his right hand gradually dissipated.

His eyes fell on Wang Chengde, and he said calmly: "This punch was thrown to help Senior Sister He."

If you hit someone in the same way, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

Wang Chengde's right hand fell on the ring, and the purple flame dissipated.

Everyone thought that the spiritual fire was extinguished because the user was defeated.

Only Xu Yeyu knew that the origin of Wang Chengde's spiritual fire had been absorbed by him.

To be precise, it was absorbed by Xiaolan.

"Xiyang Sect, Xu Yeyu wins!" the referee shouted.

Xu Yeyu turned around and walked off the stage.

Xia Xiaomo turned her head and looked at Tang Yu, and said, "He wanted to punch Wang Chengde, so he held the sword in his left hand."

Tang Yu's expression turned strange. A sword cultivator punching someone with his fists had the same power as a physical cultivator.

Is this still a sword cultivator?

Zhang Jia had an expression of admiration on his face, and he said excitedly: "Your punch was so cool, I, Zhang Jia, will be your fan for life!"

"Don't move so much. He Mengting is still resting." Tang Yu reminded.

Zhang Jia covered his mouth with one hand and turned his head to look at He Mengting on his back.

She hasn't woken up yet.

Tang Yu turned his head and looked at Xu Yeyu, and asked in a low voice: "Junior Brother Xu, were you using the sword technique of the Sword Holding School just now?"

Xu Yeyu nodded.

Tang Xu Yeyu nodded slightly, and Tang Yu secretly felt that Junior Brother Xu had not yet used his full strength.

If he used all three sword techniques in battle, which swordsman could defeat him?

"After today's competition is over, I will tell the deputy leader about Poyun Sect."

Xia Xiaomo paused for a moment and continued, "We must make the Poyun Sect give an explanation."

She also planned to inform the deputy leader of the possible relationship between Poyun Sect and the demonic cultivators.

Xia Xiaomo patted Xu Yeyu on the shoulder and said, "I thought you would fight with Wang Chengde for a few more moves, but I didn't expect you to defeat him with just one sword and one punch."

After all, Wang Chengde controls the spiritual fire. Xia Xiaomo thinks that even if Xu Yeyu has an advantage in realm, it will take him a few more moves to end.

Unexpectedly, this duel ended in just a few breaths.

Luo Xuan left the arena with a smile. It was not convenient for him to talk to Xu Yeyu and Xia Xiaomo at the moment.

If he walked over at this moment, he would probably be noticed and it was him who prompted the two to eliminate the Poyun Sect.

As long as Luo Xuan can help the Wangu Sect get into the top ten in this Immortal Sect Conference, his mission will be accomplished.

Secretly investigate whether Poyun Sect has any connection with the evil cultivators, and leave it to other elders to handle.

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Wang Chengde lay on the ground with a look of pain on his face.

He used his Qi to stop the wound, but he still felt severe pain in his broken arm.

There were several obvious burn marks on his face, and a pungent burnt smell wafted in the air.

He couldn't believe that he had lost so badly.

If he was said to be facing a cultivator of the fifth realm, he would believe it.

Wang Chengzhi hurriedly helped Wang Chengde up and asked, "I can't feel the spiritual fire now, where is the source of the spiritual fire in you?"

Wang Chengde hurriedly sensed the source of the spiritual fire in his body, but was horrified to find that there was no spiritual fire in his body anymore.

"Where did the spiritual fire go?"

He asked urgently, his face turning paler.

The origin of the spiritual fire had been refined by him, so it was impossible for it to disappear out of thin air.

The spiritual fire on his body was specially bestowed upon him by the leader of Poyun Sect, in order to make it easier to eliminate Wangu Sect in this Immortal Sect Conference.

Now, not only has he failed to join the ranks of the Hundred Schools of Thought, but he has also lost his spiritual fire.

If the sect leader knew about this, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Go and pick up my arm quickly. The source of the spiritual fire may be in my arm." Wang Chengde said anxiously.

Right now, this seems to be the only possibility.

It's impossible that the origin of the spiritual fire was taken away by someone else.

It is impossible for the younger generation to take away the source of spiritual fire in his body.

Wang Chengzhi nodded quickly, ran up to the ring quickly, picked up Wang Chengde's arm, and hurried back to his side.

He handed his arm to Wang Chengde and asked, "Can you feel the origin of the spiritual fire now?"

Wang Chengde confirmed it several times, but he still couldn't sense the origin of the spiritual fire.

"How can this be?"