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

Song Jianping's face was gloomy and he didn't want to say anything more.

Only strength can convince these useless people who look down on others.

He clenched his right hand, and a snow-white sword engraved with a white dragon appeared out of thin air in his palm.

The temperature around suddenly dropped, and snowflakes fell. In just a moment, the area within a hundred miles became as cold as an ice cave.

The coldness was extremely strange. It could penetrate the cultivators' magic weapons and directly invade their bodies, causing the spiritual power in everyone's body to stagnate.

At this point, the others finally realized the threat and stopped looking at him.

"Is this... a law of chill?"

Those who can comprehend the laws are rare. Even among the dozens of people left in the field, only seven have the laws within them, while the rest are mostly in the state of great perfection.

"He has quite a good vision. Yes, it is the Crazy Snow Law that is about to be perfected."

Song Jianping held the sword and looked at everyone: "Since you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for being merciless."

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared again, and he appeared out of thin air in front of a person, slashing with a sword in the other person's suddenly trembling eyes.

The man reacted quickly, raising his hand to block the attack with a round disc, but then his expression changed drastically:

"What a heavy sword!!"

Before he could finish his words, the disc in his hand exploded with a loud bang, and the sword light hit him.

As if he was hit by a mountain, he spurted blood from his mouth and flew backwards without any resistance. In a blink of an eye, he flew hundreds of miles away and crashed into the lake, making a roar and then disappeared.

Just one move made the others' pupils tremble, and they all stopped and looked over.

"It's snowflakes. He can use snowflakes as a marker to change his form."

Mo Qiu Shuang's eyes flashed, and he had already gotten a rough idea of ​​this person's strength.

"He's quite capable, and should be able to rank in the top 20 on the Earth Ranking."

What made her even more interested was that this person was a casual cultivator with a clean background.

Mo Qiu Shuang's face showed a bit more joy and her expression became more serious.

The situation in the sect is turbulent now. If such a strong person joins, even if he is just a worshipful elder, it can make the main peak more stable.

There were many people who had the same idea, and even a few gods looked at him with interest.

For a casual cultivator to reach this point, talent, opportunity, and perseverance are all indispensable. This person is already a very good genius, and he may even have the potential to become a god in the future.

Feeling those gazes, the arrogance on Song Jianping's face suddenly became three points stronger.

He was not afraid of being called arrogant; on the contrary, he needed to use this arrogance to attract the attention of these great monks.

Young people should be ignorant of the immensity of the world, just like the Holy Son of the Sword Sect.

But he is not too young anymore.

Now that he is closer to becoming a god, he feels more and more how important it is to join a great sect.

Those large sects that have been passed down for many years have extremely rich experience in transcending tribulations and becoming a god. There are countless insights into becoming a god within the sect, which are treasures that he can never find outside.

In addition, the major sects also have various means to increase the success rate of surviving the divine thunder tribulation. To him, this is more precious than any treasure.

Therefore, he now urgently needs to join a large sect, but if he rashly goes there, he will definitely be rejected.

And today, and only today, is his chance to showcase his talents.

By then, when these monks from major sects see his potential and actively invite him, he can join them with good reason.

It’s not that he hasn’t thought about joining the Sword Sect, but the Sword Sect already has Jiang Han. Even if he joins, he can only be on par with the other party at most, and it will be difficult for him to gain an invincible foothold.

It would be better to treat the other party as a stepping stone to help him gain more bargaining chips.

Today, he has to make a careful choice.

While thinking, Song Jianping kept swinging the sword in his hand, and his body shape kept changing, flashing between various arenas.

Whenever it appeared, a flash of sword light would appear, and then a figure would be chopped out of the ring.

His sword was extremely heavy. Even if those people tried their best to defend themselves, some could block one sword, but not three or five.

In just half a cup of tea, dozens of people were killed by him one after another, and the Baiyun Arena collapsed. In the end, only one was left under his feet, facing Jiang Han in the distance.

From this moment on, he finally stood out among more than 900 talented cultivators and gained the qualification to challenge Jiang Han!

"I thought I'd encounter some interesting opponents in a battle of this level, but I didn't expect them to be nothing but bluffers."

Song Jianping smiled faintly as he stepped into the air, crossing ten miles of space. He stepped lightly onto the stage where Jiang Han was standing, and looked towards the center of the stage with great interest.

"I wonder if Fellow Daoist Jiang is as boring as they are."

Jiang Han slowly opened his eyes and looked over. There was a faint purple light in his eyes, and his eyebrows were calm as usual. He was not moved at all by the strength displayed by the other party.

What's going on? He's not impressed by my strength?

Song Jianping loosened his fingers, then slowly tightened the hilt of the sword, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

The other party did not have any strong aura, and looked no different from an ordinary late Nascent Soul cultivator, with nothing special about him.

How could a youngster who had gained fame through magic weapons and secret techniques have the qualifications to be so calm in front of him?

This is disrespectful to his strength!

Humph, so what if he has a lot of magic weapons? In his eyes, those things are simply worthless.

No matter how high the grade of the opponent's magic weapon is, or how sophisticated his secret technique is, they are all vulnerable in front of his swordsmanship.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, listen to my advice. Why don't you just give up and admit defeat? Otherwise, if you get seriously injured, you might even miss the chance to land on the island."

The opponent's performance was indeed calm, even he was a little surprised, but it was just surprise, and the victory belonged to him after all.

Hearing this, Lu Jingxue couldn't help but shouted coldly, "He's just an unknown person, yet he dares to be so arrogant. Xiaohan, I must kill him today and let him see what a true genius is."

As soon as these words came out, a stream of surprised eyes turned to her, even Ji Yuchan was a little surprised.

The third brother was beaten so badly by Jiang Han before that he wanted to tear Jiang Han's tendons and skin him alive. What's wrong with him today? Why is he starting to speak up for Jiang Han?

Lu Jingxue didn't care about those looks, she just kept looking at Jiang Han. Seeing his surprised look, she smiled and nodded.

"ill."

The good mood of the past few days disappeared in an instant. Jiang Han withdrew his gaze with disgust and looked at Song Jianping.

It is rare to see a swordsman who has reached the great perfection of the Nascent Soul stage and is also a casual cultivator.

His strength is acceptable, but he is a little too arrogant, even more arrogant than him.

He slowly stood up and landed on the ring: "You'd better have the strength to be arrogant."

Hearing this, Song Jianping was stunned, then he couldn't help shaking his head and laughing a few times.

He thought he was arrogant enough, but he didn't expect that this kid was even more arrogant than him.

"A small achievement has made you so proud and complacent. This kind of mentality is not suitable for wielding a sword."

He shook his sword, and suddenly there was a sharp whistling sound.

"There's no point in talking too much. You might as well try it yourself to see if you have the ability."

Jiang Han nodded: "Okay, let's give it a try."

The snowflakes suddenly fell in great haste, covering the sky and the sun, blocking vision and even spiritual consciousness.

However, just as Song Jianping was about to take action, he saw a flash of sword light before his eyes. Before he could react, he felt a sudden chill on his chest, and then a ball of bright blood exploded.

Jiang Han was surprised: "Huh? Why didn't you block it?"