Now that you have betrayed the sect, who will still pamper you?.

"you……"

Mo Qiu Shuang stretched out her hand, trying to stop him but failed. She stood in the wind with a somewhat confused expression.

The third junior sister seemed to have been really beaten stupidly.

No, it could be that he has gone insane.

With all the bad things she had done, she had already offended Jiang Han to death.

Last time, she was the one following him, and Jiang Han didn't do anything harsh to save both sides' reputation. Otherwise, he would have definitely gone even further, and might even have wanted to step on her face to humiliate her.

What on earth was Third Junior Sister thinking? She actually said something so stupid and foolish as reconciliation in such a serious manner.

Did she think that if she said she wanted to reconcile, Jiang Han would really reconcile?

Mo Qiu Shuang sighed with a complicated expression, then turned and went into the building.

No matter what, it is always a good thing that Third Junior Sister wants to reconcile with Jiang Han. Let's wait and see how the situation develops. What if it really happens?

……

three days later.

As time went on, the surrounding arenas gradually disintegrated and disappeared as the number of participants decreased.

After all the extra arenas disappear, the winner among the more than 900 cultivators will be qualified to challenge Jiang Han.

Now, in addition to the arena where Jiang Han is, there are more than ten arenas still in existence. There are several figures waiting around almost every arena, about twenty or thirty people.

However, there was an empty arena on the left, and everyone was subconsciously avoiding it.

Above it, a figure in a green shirt stood in the air, with a hint of arrogance in his eyes. His gaze swept over Jiang Han from time to time, but he was not as awed as others. Instead, he had a fighting spirit brewing.

"Interesting. This boy's swordsmanship is sharp and his offensive power is extraordinary, but he lacks some vitality. His sword strikes are lifeless and lack the pride that a sword cultivator should have."

Whether intentionally or not, his voice was a little louder, allowing many people around him to hear it clearly.

Everyone followed his gaze and were immediately moved.

"He's crazy! Has he never been beaten before? How dare he say that Fellow Daoist Jiang has no pride?"

"What an arrogant fellow! He looks so unfamiliar, and his fame is not even as good as Wang Qingfeng's defeated opponent. Where does he get the courage to speak so arrogantly?"

Wang Qingfeng is recognized as one of the top Yuanying stage masters in the world, but even he was defeated by Jiang Han. This person is unknown. Could he be stronger than Wang Qingfeng?

"It's Song Jianping, a sword cultivator who has risen to fame in the past decade. Before Fellow Daoist Jiang made his move, he was a dark horse in this exchange meeting.

This person is also at the Nascent Soul Great Perfection stage. It is said that he has inherited a Taoist tradition from an ancient sword immortal. His sword moves are arrogant and his strength is astonishing. Although he is not on the Earth Ranking, I heard that he will have no problem breaking into the top ten of the Earth Ranking.

"Arrogant! Fellow Daoist Jiang isn't even afraid of the top five on the Earth Ranking, so why are you afraid of him, who's only in the top ten? Besides, I've never even heard of him. How can he be compared to Fellow Daoist Jiang?"

"It's not difficult to become famous all over the world. I just need to beat him." Song Jianping turned his head to look at the place where people were talking and said loudly.

"Just wait and see. After today, my name will spread across the world, and you will have nothing but admiration."

His gaze seemed to carry great pressure. When the people who were speaking were glanced at by him, they felt their whole bodies tremble, subconsciously lowered their heads and avoided him, not daring to look at him.

"Wang Qingfeng's defeat was due to his inferior skills, but I will soon show you all what a true genius is!"

His voice grew louder and louder, until it resounded through the sky like thunder, drawing everyone's attention.

For a moment, all the surprised eyes fell on the arena, looking at the figure in green standing in the air.

Song Jianping really likes this feeling of being the center of attention. The surprise and fear hidden in those gazes can make him feel extremely happy.

As for Jiang Han?

snort!

He's just a young man who can only use high-level secret techniques and various magic weapons to overwhelm others. He can't even use a sword properly, so how can he be compared with him?

The ancient swordsmanship he has practiced for a hundred years is the true way of sword cultivation.

The opponent's previous sword strike was indeed incredibly powerful, but the speed was too slow. When they really started fighting, they couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

Moreover, that sword was extremely exhausting. Didn’t you see that Jiang Han hasn’t recovered yet?

It is still unclear whether that sword can be used again.

After all, the other party was just a junior in the late Nascent Soul stage. If it weren't for the reputation of the Zixiao Sword Sect, he would probably only be able to stand in the crowd and look up at him, without even the qualifications to fight him head-on.

Everything the other party has obtained now is all thanks to me thanks to the Sword Sect.

Unlike him, every step he has taken in his practice of Taoism has been based on his own efforts and sweat. His foundation is as solid as a rock, and he only needs an opportunity to soar into the sky.

Of course, the other party now has the Sword Sect as his backing, and this is a fact that no one can deny.

After all, the Zixiao Sword Sect is a major sect that has been famous for hundreds of thousands of years. As long as the other party can retreat when they see the difficulty, he is unwilling to force them too much.

While thinking, Song Jianping took a step forward, and when his foot landed, he appeared out of thin air on a fighting stage.

Both sides of the battle were startled suddenly, their expressions changed slightly, and they retracted their magic weapons and retreated rapidly, but they were still a step too late.

Song Jianping put his fingers together to make a sword and slashed lightly forward. A white sword light emerged from his fingertips and split into two the moment it appeared. It crossed hundreds of feet in the air and slashed directly in front of the two men.

The sword light looked light and powerless, but at the moment of slashing, it burst out with extremely terrifying power!

laugh--

There was only a slight sound, and the magic weapons in front of the two men cracked at the same time. The sword light paused for a moment and then slashed at their chests while their faces changed drastically.

boom!

The moment the sword was about to hit them, it exploded with a loud bang, causing the two men to spit blood from their mouths, fly backwards thousands of feet, and fall into the void outside the ring.

The two cultivators who had also reached the great perfection of the Nascent Soul stage were completely powerless in front of him.

In an instant, you could hear a pin drop in the arena, and shocked gazes fell on Song Jianping, making him squint his eyes in pleasure.

"Song Jianping! You're using a sneak attack and breaking the rules!"

A disciple of the Lingfu Palace who had just been beaten out covered his chest and raised his finger to shout angrily, his eyes full of anger.

If he was defeated fairly, he would not be so like this, but he refused to accept it because the opponent suddenly attacked him while he was fighting.

"Rules? Where are the rules?" Song Jianping sneered, "If you don't agree, why not go up on stage and fight?"

"You... hum!"

The disciple was furious, but he just snorted coldly and didn't say anything else.

Since the elder did not show up, it meant that the other party did not break the rules. The other party was indeed very strong. Even if he went up again, he would not be able to defeat him. There was no need to humiliate himself.

"Hmph? If you don't obey, I'll beat you. What's the point of humming?"

Song Jianping said in a sarcastic tone, and then he no longer paid attention to the other party. Instead, he looked up and looked around, and his arrogant voice resounded through the sky:

"Everyone, you are really too slow. I can't wait to compete with Brother Jiang. From now on, your ranking will be decided by me."

Hearing this, the others paused, but only secretly paid attention, their hands still fighting fiercely, obviously not taking the other party's words to heart.

They are all geniuses who have reached the great perfection of the Nascent Soul stage. At most, there is a difference in the artistic conception of their magic weapons, but the difference in strength is not particularly large.

Even if Song Jianping has the rules, he is not like Jiang Han, a monster who has comprehended many rules. Does he think that after defeating two losers, he can fight everyone alone?

ridiculous.

Song Jianping's face darkened: "You don't know what's good for you."

A bunch of guys who look down on others. If he had as much fame as Jiang Han, who would dare to look down on him after he said this?