Junior Disciple C

"Since you have accepted the challenge, Elder Zhou and I are both here today, so I have the right to be a witness for you." Head Ji said, and he looked at Feng Ye who was in the audience: "If you are defeated, leave the mountain gate on your own. There is no going back.”

"Disciple understands." Feng Ye saluted again.

Then he turned around and walked towards the ring in the middle of the entire competition arena in the one-person-wide path that everyone consciously gave way to.

He didn't walk fast, but every step was steady and powerful, and he seemed completely unaware of the ridiculousness of this challenge.

He was obviously just a junior disciple at the third level of Qi refining, and he didn't know where he got the confidence to challenge Lu Chengye at the seventh level of Qi refining.

Everyone thought so, they looked at Feng Ye with surprise, contempt, or ridicule like a madman.

Among all the contemptuous gazes, Hao Chen, who had been following Feng Ye all this time, was an outlier.

There was only joy in his eyes. He had been probing for so long, and Feng Ye didn't even shed a fox's tail, not to mention showing off his fox's tail.

But as the saying goes, if you plant flowers intentionally, the flowers won't bloom, but if you plant willows and willows unintentionally, they will make shade. When he designed to lure Feng Ye to take action, Feng Ye cleverly resolved it.But when he didn't do anything, Feng Ye took the initiative.

If everyone believed that Feng Ye would lose, then Hao Chen was probably the only one who firmly believed that Feng Ye would win.

Even if, as Feng Ye said, he didn't even know how to use spiritual power in this contest, Hao Chen firmly believed that Feng Ye would definitely win.

"Brother!"

Just as Feng Ye was about to step onto the ring, a breathless shout came from behind him.

After both Feng Ye and Hao Chen left, Fang Yang stayed alone in the room for a while, the more he thought about it, the more worried he became, and finally he couldn't help but ran out after him, panting, he saw the good-for-nothing who was about to stand in the ring brother.

And the other person in the arena is Lu Chengye with a sarcastic face.

Although he didn't know what it was for, Fang Yang also realized that something was wrong, he shouted anxiously, trying to make Feng Ye stop.

Senior Brother Waste Chai will definitely be beaten badly with his cultivation level!I think so, but although Fang Yang is a little stunned sometimes, he also knows that he can't speak so bluntly.So he just called out "senior brother" and swallowed the rest of the words.

He had already run to the front of the ring, only a few meters away from Feng Ye.Feng Ye paused for a moment when he heard the phrase "senior brother".

Seeing this, Fang Yang felt relieved, and immediately wanted to run a few more steps, and stopped Feng Ye with his body.

But he didn't want to, suddenly a piece of arm stopped in front of him.

Hao Chen stopped Fang Yang with one hand, and held the fan in the other. He pressed the edge of the fan against his slightly raised lips, and gave Fang Yang a soft "shh".

Fang Yang didn't know, so he subconsciously wanted to ask questions, but when he opened his mouth, he found that he couldn't make a sound from his throat.

Fang Yang touched his throat in panic, he lost his voice!

Hao Chen didn't look at Fang Yang anymore, he only used his left hand to firmly stop Fang Yang, and then left all his attention to Feng Ye who was standing under the ring.

Fang Yang called him, but Feng Ye paused for a moment.

He didn't care about the changes behind him, he didn't even look back.He just held the hilt of the sword with his right hand in the next moment.

The loose Taoist robe attached to his body could vaguely see the outline of the muscles gathered. He exerted strength with his right arm, and drew his sword out of its sheath amidst a harsh sound of metal rubbing.

Then, he took a step forward and stepped onto the ring.

He held the sword in his right hand, and flung his left hand back casually.

The scabbard in his left hand was thrown out by him. He obviously didn't look back, but the scabbard was thrown to Fang Yang impartially.

Fang Yang couldn't speak, and couldn't move forward. When he was in a hurry, he saw the scabbard flying in mid-air, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to catch it.

However, if there is one, there are two, and the arm that had been holding him stopped him again.

Hao Chen cut off the tiger halfway, grabbed the scabbard thrown by Feng Ye before Fang Yang.

After grabbing it, he smiled triumphantly at Fang Yang with his scabbard in hand.

Fang Yang: "..."

This is not a hydrangea thrown by the bride, what is there to grab!

Fang Yang's inner complaints were about to swipe the screen, but he couldn't make a sound, so he could only use his eyes to accuse Hao Chen of his childish behavior.

Unfortunately, his eyes were not powerful enough to pierce Hao Chen's face that had been tested by the severe cold.

Fang Yang's intrusion did not interrupt the martial arts competition. Although Master Ji and Elder Zhou on the spectator platform noticed Fang Yang, they kept silent after Fang Yang was stopped by Hao Chen, just as if he was being persuaded. I didn't pay attention anymore.

They didn't notice that Fang Yang didn't shut up voluntarily, but artificially.

But that's irrelevant, there are more noteworthy things at the moment.

Both the challenger and the challenged stood on the ring, and after the referee gave an order, the competition officially began.

The beginning returned to the beginning, but neither of them was in a hurry to draw their swords.

Lu Chengye looked Feng Ye up and down, as if he was looking at a fish on a chopping board, wondering where would be the best way to start, whether to remove his arms or his legs?

Feng Ye, on the other hand, seemed a little careless, with his sword hand placed casually by his side, full of flaws.

Sure enough, he is a waste, and he can't even hold a sword.Lu Chengye thought to himself.

It just so happens that I use this trash to set off my heroism, so that I can show off the limelight again.Thinking of this, Lu Chengye suddenly sneered at Feng Ye: "Hehe, I never expected that you would dare to come to me."

Feng Ye smiled back: "Wrong."

Lu Chengye was taken aback, and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong."

Feng Ye's voice suddenly turned cold, and his smile stopped.The edge of the sword in his hand is facing upwards slightly, while the eyebrows are facing downwards, and he said in a cold tone: "You are wrong, it should be..."

When Feng Ye said this, his chin lifted slightly, his face full of arrogance: "How dare you come to me."

Hao Chen in the audience suddenly covered his chest, Feng Ye stopped smiling, but he was smiling, his eyes locked on Feng Ye's body almost fanatically.

He really couldn't bear Feng Ye's appearance, that arrogance and disdain for everything, it was like a fire that ignited his blood that had been frozen for thousands of years in the boring and long sleep in Beihai.

The thing that didn't know whether it was fighting spirit or joy was beating wildly in his chest, restless.In a trance, Hao Chen suddenly had an illusion that he was fascinated by this ordinary-looking guy.

Different from Hao Chen's complex mood, Lu Chengye had only one reaction - anger, rage.

How dare this waste dare to provoke himself like this?

I don't know what is good or bad!

He suddenly drew out the sword, the blade slipped out of the scabbard, and the powerful spiritual power of the seven layers of Qi Refining concentrated on the sword body at the same time, making this sword the pinnacle of this competition in terms of speed and strength.

His first move is the ultimate move that decides the outcome, he wants to defeat the enemy with one blow!

The eyes of Master Ji and Elder Zhou on the spectator platform were all focused. This sword...is quite good.No, in the cultivation base of the seventh level of Qi Refining, it is quite good.

Feeling Lu Chengye hadn't used his full strength in the final just now, but now he has no reservations because of Feng Ye's provocation.

The five senses of the Nascent Soul stage are better than ordinary people, and they naturally heard all the conversations in the ring.

Young man, there is nothing wrong with being crazy, the key is, does he have the capital to be crazy?

The eyes of the two moved to Feng Ye at the same time. They wanted to see if this Feng Ye was an ignorant idiot, or...had the ability to be worthy of that arrogance?

I saw that Feng Ye's idling standing posture changed slightly. He lifted his left foot slightly, and his body centered on the right. When Lu Chengye's sword pointed at his chest, he took a step back to the side.

He dodged this move in a very light and clever way.

Lu Chengye's sword edge passed by his side, Feng Ye turned his wrist, and the hilt flexibly followed his wrist, and he backhanded Lu Chengye who passed by him.

Lu Chengye withdrew his forward sword in time, with his left foot as the center of the circle, and turned his body half a circle to block Feng Ye's stabbing sword.

With a sound of "Zheng", the swords collided.

On the road of practice, every big realm is a watershed.

The difference between Qi refining and foundation building is not only whether you can fly with a sword, but also whether you can use magic formulas.

Only monks in the foundation building stage can use a wide variety of spells with different powers, while in the Qi refining stage, they can only apply spiritual power to the body to strengthen their strength and speed.

Therefore, Lu Chengye is stronger than Feng Ye only in strength and speed, although this is already an advantage that is almost insurmountable.

Lu Chengye was about to use his strength. With his spiritual power, Feng Ye was far weaker than him in terms of strength. If he wrestled with him, Feng Ye would definitely lose.

However, Feng Ye also knew this, his sword edge only touched Lu Chengye for a moment, and then he was like a slippery fish, breaking apart at the first touch.

Lu Chengye raised his sword again and Feng Ye used the same method, not resisting the opponent's sharpness.He used the same method that he taught Fang Yang to fight against the white-nosed demon bear at the beginning. He exerted force on his wrist, and the resulting brittle force acted on the sword body, allowing the sword body to vibrate to relieve the force of the collision.

Therefore, even though Lu Chengye's strength is far superior to him, Feng Ye still won't be defeated for the time being.

"Tch!" Lu Chengye gritted his teeth secretly, he realized that he had nowhere to exert himself, and Feng Ye didn't try to fight him at all!

But so what?No matter how fast he is, even at the seventh level of Qi Refining, he won't lose!

Lu Chengye suddenly sped up his sword power, attacking Feng Ye like a storm.

Feng Ye was forced to retreat again and again, his strength and speed were at a disadvantage, but he still blocked every sword that stabbed him.

Elder Zhou stroked his beard. He was a little surprised to see the way Feng Ye drew the sword. Feng Ye used the tip of the sword to draw a circle. The edge of the sword shook up and down while drawing the circle. Snake, he used the toughness of the metal itself to entangle the opponent's sword, so as to delay the opponent's attack.

Because most of the disciples are male, Lingxiao Sword Sect's swordsmanship has always been based on the strong and fierce swordsmanship of opening and closing. Such somewhat feminine swordsmanship is mostly used by female swordsmen.

But Feng Ye used it at this time, but it was just right. After all, under all-round disadvantages, using softness to overcome rigidity is the best choice.

This guy named Feng Ye is quite smart, Elder Zhou thought a little appreciatively.

"Elder Zhou..." Master Ji called softly.

"Huh?" Elder Zhou looked over in confusion.

Head Ji stared at Feng Ye who was forced to retreat by Lu Chengye, and asked with a trace of uncertainty: "Is he useless even with spiritual power?"

"Huh?!" Elder Zhou looked at Feng Ye again when he heard the words, and made a voice of surprise.

Feng Ye really didn't even use spiritual power. Elder Zhou said that even though there was a difference in strength between the third level of Qi Refining and the seventh level of Qi Refining, Feng Ye didn't even dare to confront the opponent head-on. From the beginning to the end, Feng Ye, Every time the sword collided with Lu Chengye, it was only a short moment.

It turned out that Feng Ye was not being cautious, but that he knew that he could not confront the opponent head-on.

He was basically challenging Lu Chengye on the seventh level of Qi Refining as an ordinary person with no spiritual power!

This fact was too shocking, so head Ji didn't even dare to be sure, instead he asked Elder Zhou, and he understood everything from Elder Zhou's tone.

This challenge was originally about hitting a rock with an egg, but Feng Ye even took the initiative to make it more difficult for himself. He didn't hit a rock with an egg anymore, he used a cracked egg to hit a hard rock with edges and corners.

Has his brain been kicked by a donkey?

How is this different from suicide?

If the match hadn't started yet, they knew that Feng Ye wasn't going to fight with spiritual power, so they would definitely think so.But now that the competition has started, Feng Ye hasn't used his spiritual power until now. Although he has been losing steadily, he has not lost in the end.

The two stopped talking, and only concentrated on watching the battle. They wanted to see if Feng Ye could...make the impossible possible.

When spiritual power is used, some traces will definitely be revealed. As Head Ji and Elder Zhou noticed that Feng Ye did not use spiritual power, more and more people also discovered this.

Their shock is generally the same, and they don't even know what language to use to describe this kind of behavior.

In the end, I had to sum it up as a madman.

"Brother..." Fang Yang murmured, he was always slow, but this time he also found that Feng Ye was not using spiritual power to fight, because he remembered the words Feng Ye said before leaving: "Even without spiritual power, I will win."

He really did as he said, every ounce of spiritual power was useless.

Fang Yang pursed his lips tightly, he didn't notice that he could speak again, his attention was focused on Feng Ye.

Although Senior Brother Wuchai's cultivation is very useless, he is trying to tell himself that cultivation does not mean everything.

No matter what the final result was, Fang Yang suddenly felt a little ashamed, ashamed of his cowardice.He was the one who should have come to compete.

Although in fact, when he explained to Feng Ye what happened at noon, it was already too late to participate in the competition, and the time for half a stick of incense had already passed.

Feng Ye didn't really want him to participate in the competition, he just wanted Fang Yang to pick up the sword, he just wanted Fang Yang to have an attitude.

It's a pity that Fang Yang failed to do this, so Brother Waste Chai took such an extreme method.

The tears stopped at first, but now they tended to fall again, Fang Yang rubbed his eyes quickly.

Hao Chen glanced at Fang Yang, then turned his gaze back to Feng Ye on the ring.

Feng Ye was at a disadvantage. He had fought with Lu Chengye for nearly a hundred rounds. Except for the sword attack once in the first confrontation, he was always defending.

Passive defense.

Lu Chengye's attack, which was as fast as the wind, left him no room to breathe. He had no other choice but to defend.

He was pushed to the edge of the ring.

There are two criteria for judging the outcome, one is voluntarily admitting defeat or being unable to fight again, and the other is falling off the ring.

When Lu Chengye saw that Feng Ye followed the route he estimated and was about to step down and fall, a triumphant smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Feng Ye, a waste at the third level of Qi Refining, is obviously inferior to himself in every aspect, yet he dares to challenge himself?

Forget it, this trash doesn't even use spiritual power?

Lu Chengye, who faced Feng Ye head-on, was actually the first to discover this.

Discovering this made him even angrier, wishing he could tear Feng Ye into pieces.This is the most naked contempt, how dare a waste at the third level of qi refining despise himself at the seventh level of qi refining!

Lu Chengye didn't force Feng Ye to the edge of the ring to make Feng Ye fall, wouldn't that be too cheap for this trash?

He wanted Feng Ye to pretend to confiscate the sword's momentum at the moment when he stepped on the air and lost his balance, and disabled the opponent's right arm holding the sword, making the opponent a waste worthy of the name.

Although the main points of the contest are up to the point, the sword has no eyes, and no one can comment on his actions.

As the two continued to fight, the smile on the corner of Lu Chengye's mouth continued to widen. Finally, half of Feng Ye's foot stepped out of the ring, crumbling.

The junior disciples watching under the stage held their breath, and Cao Zirui's iceberg face, which had never changed, also changed slightly.

He was probably the most focused person in the audience. Whether it was Hao Chen, or the head of Ji, Elder Zhou, and the two Yuanying superpowers, they were all distracted, but Cao Zirui was not at all.

Although he has excellent talent, if he doesn't have a matching effort, he will not be able to advance to Foundation Establishment in just one year.Different from Fang Yang's devil's routine, Cao Zirui pays more attention to efficiency, he will devote all his energy to everything he does, and never gets distracted.

When he was practicing, he was concentrating on it, and he was the same when watching the battle.

Because of this, he discovered something that no one else had discovered. This junior disciple named Feng Ye, he...

Feng Ye swayed for a moment, and Lu Chengye was overjoyed that he was about to succeed.

He pretended not to notice that the opponent lost his balance, and continued to draw his sword, pointing directly at the opponent's right arm.

Just when everyone thought Feng Ye was going to lose, Hao Chen tapped his palms with a fan, staring at the moment when the winner was about to be decided, even though Feng Ye had fallen into an almost irreparable situation. He still didn't believe that Feng Ye would lose.

On the spectator stage, Elder Zhou sighed softly. Although the courage of this junior disciple named Feng Ye was impressive, in the end, it was difficult to change the established result.

The third level of qi refining cannot defeat the seventh level of qi refining, let alone ordinary people who don't use spiritual power.

"No!" Cao Zirui uttered suddenly when he heard the sigh.

His precious apprentice Bingshan even took the initiative to speak, and head master Ji and Elder Zhou looked over in surprise.

Then Sect Leader Ji was surprised to find that his precious little iceberg not only opened his mouth, but even changed his expression. Cao Zirui frowned, but his eyes still stayed on Feng Ye.

After repeated confirmation, he took a breath, and then said this unbelievable fact: "Every time he cuts, he cuts at the same place!"

Every sword cuts at the same place?

Master Ji and Elder Zhou were both taken aback.

What is the concept?They are all monks in the Yuanying period, and they are sword cultivators who specialize in kendo.But even they couldn't control Jianfeng so precisely.

When practicing sword against a stationary wooden stake, it is difficult to cut every sword at the same place, not to mention the fact that the opponent's moves are unpredictable and can attack from any angle at any time.

This is almost impossible!

No, it is not impossible.Head Ji suddenly denied in his heart that he once knew someone, he might be able to do it...

But that man is dead...no bones left...

Thinking of this, Master Ji suddenly closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, there was an unexpected reversal in the arena.

Lu Chengye pretended not to notice Feng Ye's swaying figure, and stabbed him on the right arm regardless, but he was pretending, and Feng Ye was also pretending.

Lu Chengye thought that everything was in his plan, but he didn't know that this book was also in Feng Ye's plan.

Feng Ye pretended to step on the air and swayed for a while, but when Lu Chengye stabbed him, he got low and avoided the move. The sword edge moved forward at the same time, and slashed at the same part again.

The lower part of the sword body.

Counting, they fought for nearly a hundred rounds, and he also cut nearly a hundred swords at this place.Even though Ling Xiao Jianzong's iron sword was of excellent quality, in the end, under this blow, there was a tiny overwhelmed crack in the body of the sword.

Hao Chen unfolded his fan with a "shua", and he kept fanning himself to suppress his soaring body temperature.

He was excited, uncontrollable excited.Because he finally discovered Feng Ye's plan. Although the tiny crack was not eye-catching, even the cracking sound was covered up by the crisp sound of the sword's blade colliding.

But Hao Chen, who was standing under the ring, still heard it, and he couldn't help laughing, Feng Ye... did not disappoint him.

However, Lu Chengye, who was in contact with Feng Ye's sword, hadn't noticed this yet. The crack was too small, and the sword was still strong.

He was just a little regretful that the attack just now had failed, and he was about to continue his offensive.But he didn't want Feng Ye to suddenly change the way he used his sword.

The swordsmanship he used before has always been feminine, and he only defended passively and did not take the initiative to attack. Lu Chengye completely dominated the rhythm of the battle.

Now, he has changed his previous feminine swordsmanship, and the whole sword has become fierce and oppressive.

He switched between the two completely different sword-stretching styles in an instant, without stagnation, and handed out the sword edge smoothly and smoothly.

Holding the sword in his right hand, the muscles on the half of the arm that exposed the Taoist robe were tense, and he slashed in front of him with the edge of the sword.

Lu Chengye was caught off guard by this sudden change in the way he used his sword. He subconsciously defended against Feng Ye's sword.

"Seven." Feng Ye suddenly said a word.

Lu Chengye didn't know why, and didn't understand why Feng Ye suddenly said this word.

But he didn't have time to think, because Feng Ye's next attack came right after.

This time the force was stronger than last time, and amidst the huge "clank", Lu Chengye had to take a step back.

Feng Ye said another word at the same time as he drew his sword: "Six."

Is this guy counting? !What are you counting at this time? !Lu Chengye was going crazy, he didn't understand why the other party suddenly became like this.

"five."

Every time Feng Ye made a sword, he would say a word, and Lu Chengye also retreated step by step following his voice.

Originally, he was the one who pushed Feng Ye to the side of the ring, but now the situation is completely reversed, he is being pushed to the side of the ring step by step by Feng Ye.

He wanted to interrupt the opponent's offensive and re-enter his own rhythm, but Feng Ye's every attack was getting stronger and faster, and he was too late to defend, and he had no chance to accumulate strength to counterattack.

"Four."

When Feng Ye said "four", Lu Chengye finally realized that something was wrong. He saw the eye-catching cracks on the sword.

The crack was already an inch long, like an ugly scar, clinging to the sword.

"three."

What the hell is this counting? !

Lu Chengye was anxious and angry, whether it was the countdown countdown from Feng Ye's mouth, or the crack on his own sword, all made him confused.

Feng Ye pressed harder and harder, and Lu Chengye was getting closer and closer to the edge of the ring.

But in his panic, Lu Chengye also kept in mind that Feng Ye's swift and violent attack would not last long, and each of his swords had to be faster and stronger than the last one, otherwise he would have a chance to accumulate strength to fight back.

However, Feng Ye's strength and speed had an upper limit, and this sword was already approaching his upper limit.He could no longer swing a faster and stronger sword.

Just as Lu Chengye thought so, he heard that cold voice without any emotion sounded again.

"two."

After Feng Ye finished his last sword move, he suddenly turned around, and with the help of the acceleration given by the rotation, he swung the penultimate sword that surpassed his own limit.

The cracks on the sword were like spider webs, spreading in all directions.

And Lu Chengye was also forced to retreat to the edge of the ring. He realized that the boundary was behind his feet, and he had no way to retreat.

"one."

Feng Ye spat out the last word coldly.

This is the last sword!

Lu Chengye realized this, as long as...as long as he can block...he still has a chance!

He raised the sword with both hands, and blocked his body vertically, trying to block the last sword that came towards his throat with the broad sword.

However, Feng Ye's control over the sword moves and the sword itself has reached a terrifying level of precision, just like what Cao Zirui said, every time he cuts at the same place.

He accurately calculated the strength and angle of each sword attack, and also accurately calculated this last...

Seven swords lore!

He didn't use any spiritual power, but this last sword carried a killing intent that made everyone around him stand in awe.

The killing intent was as real as it was, and the people around them obviously didn't fight Feng Ye, but the moment they felt the killing intent, they couldn't help but take a step back.

That fear doesn't need any medium, just those not so loud words and that biting cold light have already shone into the bottom of everyone's heart.

Even Fang Yang, who had always been close to Senior Brother Huai Chai, couldn't help taking a step back when Feng Ye made this last sword strike.

The murderous intent in front of him...is the person who makes one's heart shudder...is he really that good-for-nothing senior brother?

Sect Leader Ji and Elder Zhou on the spectator platform couldn't help standing up, this was just a martial arts competition, and there was no need to fight to the death, but Feng Ye's sword had come out, and they were... powerless to stop it.

The indomitable momentum of this sword reminds people of Pangu who created the world in myths and legends, he can split the world!

What's more, this iron that is already full of cracks?

Unsurprisingly, although Lu Chengye made the last effort, but...since it was a lore, he would not leave the opponent with the slightest chance.

When Feng Ye's sword tip collided with the cracked sword body, there was no pause at all, the sword edge was still moving forward inch by inch, and the severed pieces of iron scattered around with the huge force.

Hao Chen flicked his fan lightly, and blocked the iron fragments flying towards him.

Everyone was terrified by this overwhelming killing intent, only he was different, he only felt excitement, an excitement he had never had before!

Feng Ye... this person... really surprised him...

Hao Chen smiled behind the fan, waiting for Feng Ye to pierce Lu Chengye's throat.

He had no doubts that even Feng Ye himself could not contain such a powerful killing intent.

However, just as he thought, Feng Ye... always surprised him...

When it was only a millimeter away from Lu Chengye's throat, the sword's edge stopped abruptly.

The killing intent that made people couldn't help but shed cold sweat disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if it was an illusion of everyone for a short time.

However, there was still a small bloody hole in Lu Chengye's throat. Although the sword's edge did not touch his skin, the strong wind brought by the sword's forward thrust was so sharp that it cut his flesh.

The panic on Lu Chengye's face hadn't completely subsided. At that moment, he really thought he was going to die.

Right now Feng Ye's sword tip was still hanging an inch in front of his throat, he didn't even dare to move, he didn't even dare to breathe, only his Adam's apple slid up and down, revealing the deep fear and uneasiness in his master's heart.

Feng Ye maintained this posture, motionless.During the stalemate, Lu Chengye didn't dare to move, and the rest of the audience didn't dare to move, for fear that if he moved, the hand of this familiar yet unfamiliar colleague would tremble and cut Lu Chengye's throat.

Although all the killing intent on Feng Ye's body had been suppressed, he probably hadn't really returned to his normal state.His eyes were still very cold, without a trace of warmth that a human being should have, pity, sympathy, these things that should be in human nature, none of them were in his eyes.

This tense and tormented atmosphere lasted for a while, and finally, as Feng Ye withdrew his sword behind his back, everyone was able to breathe a sigh of relief.

Lu Chengye also took a breath, but he was still not breathing well.With the sword behind his back, Feng Ye suddenly raised his foot, kicked Lu Chengye in the abdomen, and kicked him off the ring in an extremely unsightly posture.

Silent.

In the silence, Feng Ye jumped down from the ring, and he returned to his usual kind appearance, as if he wasn't the one who frightened everyone just now.

He walked towards Fang Yang who was standing there stupidly, and returned the sword in his hand to Fang Yang.

However, Fang Yang didn't take the sword in a daze, so Hao Chen graciously stuck it up. He caught the sword in Feng Ye's hand with the scabbard he cut off in his hand, and the two became one. The hands are also stuck together.

When their skins touched, most people's reaction would be to separate immediately, but Hao Chen had no intention of separating. Instead, he pressed against Feng Ye's hand and smiled at Feng Ye with an unknown meaning.

Feng Ye: "..."

He withdrew his hand as if electrocuted.

Facing such an almost impossible challenge, he didn't back down at all, but only for Hao Chen, he seemed to have no idea what to do.

Feng Ye looked at Hao Chen suspiciously. During a martial arts competition, he needed to concentrate all his attention. He didn't pay attention to what Hao Chen was doing off stage. He always felt that after this competition, the way Hao Chen looked at him...something was wrong.. .

"Brother!" Fang Yang's shout interrupted Feng Ye's thoughts.

Fang Yang was stunned for a long time, and finally came to his senses. He looked up and down Feng Ye, his so-called good-for-nothing senior brother, with incredulous eyes.

He only discovered today that Senior Brother Waste Chai's uselessness is only in cultivation.In terms of kendo, perhaps among all the junior disciples in this class, no one can do it by chance.

Feng Ye showed Fang Yang a soft persimmon smile as usual, harmless to humans and animals, yet easy-going and bullying.

It's just that everyone, including Lu Chengye, probably doesn't have the guts to squeeze this persimmon.

This persimmon is only soft on the surface, but there is a durian hidden inside!

"Brother, why didn't you tell me that you are so powerful!" Although Fang Yang was taken aback by Feng Ye's killing intent when he drew his sword before.But he has recovered at this moment, Senior Brother Waste Chai is still his Senior Brother Waste Chai.

Feng Ye rubbed his head, his eyes wandered and said: "Senior brother is not very good, he is just an ordinary junior disciple, this time he can win... It's a coincidence, haha, it's all a coincidence!"

"Ghosts believe it!" All the junior disciples, including Fang Yang, who were onlookers in the martial arts arena complained in their hearts.

"It's really a coincidence, it's because Lu Chengye's sword is too weak!" Feng Ye made up nonsense seriously.

Silly Baitian thought about it seriously, and really believed it.

Not only Fang Yang, but also the onlookers showed a somewhat dazed expression.What Feng Ye said actually made sense, so why did the last sword cut off Lu Chengye's sword?

What Feng Ye used was just an iron sword owned by a member of the sect, not some magical weapon that cuts iron like mud. Two iron swords of the same level, how can one cut off the other?

They didn't have Cao Zirui's eyesight, so naturally they didn't realize that it was because Feng Ye hit the same place with every blow.

They saw that Lu Chengye's sword split inexplicably, and Feng Ye had a chance to win because of this. It made sense to say it was a coincidence.

Thinking about it this way, Feng Ye is not very good, he is just lucky.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief, and this result is even more reassuring.

"This kid's swordsmanship is top-notch, and his ability to make up nonsense...is also top-notch." Feng Ye's words deceived the group of young and inexperienced junior disciples in the audience, but they couldn't fool the two Nascent Souls on the stage. powerful.

Although the competition was over, Elder Zhou kept observing Feng Ye in the audience. Hearing the explanation Feng Ye made up, he couldn't help laughing and cursing.

But he didn't expose Feng Ye either. He was arrogant when he should be arrogant, and low-key when he should be low-key. He really appreciated Feng Ye more and more.

It's just a pity...

"The third level of Qi refining...how come there is only the third level of Qi refining..." Elder Zhou patted his thigh regretfully: "As long as his talent is better, he doesn't need a single spiritual root or double spiritual roots. There are three spiritual roots, I accept him as my personal disciple."

Although cultivation does not mean everything, it means most things, including strength and status.

It doesn't matter if the swordsmanship is superb, if Feng Ye is challenging the Foundation Establishment cultivator today, Feng Ye will be unable to resist if the opponent throws down a random formula.

This sentence applies everywhere.

The more Elder Zhou thought about it, the more it was a pity. He just felt that it was a pity that he lost the money bag that he had saved for hundreds of years. He lamented for a long time, and suddenly found that no one agreed with him.

Forget it with Cao Zirui, the little disciple head of Ji has always been like this, if he can say nothing, he doesn't talk, it seems like he will be charged for saying one more word.

But even though Cao Zirui didn't speak, his eyes were still glued to Feng Ye who was chatting with everyone in the audience.

There are people outside people, and there are days outside the sky.

This sentence has always been untenable to Cao Zirui, because he is already a leader in all aspects, and to him, there is no outsider.

But today, he realized that he still has a long way to go before there is no one else.He couldn't do the near-limit control of swordsmanship that Feng Ye showed today.

Feng Ye not only taught Fang Yang a lesson, but also Cao Zirui.

Elder Zhou looked at Sect Leader Ji beside him, it was normal for Cao Zirui not to speak, but it was abnormal for Sect Leader Ji not to speak.

Head Ji has always been a person who cherishes talents, how can it be a pity to see such a good young man who is born lame?

When he turned his head, he saw that the head of Ji was out of state, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Master Ji?" Elder Zhou tried to shout, but there was no response.

"Master Ji!" Elder Zhou shouted again, but there was still no response.

"Ji Chengyue!" Elder Zhou was so angry that he called out Master Ji's full name loudly.

This thunderous shout finally brought Sect Master Ji back to his senses.

He looked at Elder Zhou's puzzled gaze on him, and was stunned for a moment before realizing that he had been distracted for too long.He asked quickly, "What did you just say?"

Elder Zhou stroked his beard and didn't answer, but instead asked, "What are you thinking about? You're out of your mind."

Head Ji replied as if trying to cover up: "It's nothing..."

Elder Zhou is not