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The battle between Liu Fuyun and Liu Zhuoran.

In the end, it was easily crushed by Liu Fuyun, and the curtain came to an end.

Liu Zhuoran couldn't believe the result, and was so angry that he passed out.

A group of disciples looked at the outstanding young man in the center of the venue, their eyes were full of shock.

"I'll go, who is this person? He actually defeated Liu Zhuoran?"

"It's not just as simple as defeating, that guy used his chest to resist the opponent's full punch."

"Where did this monster come from? Is his body so hard?"

"It's just too hard, okay!"

"..."

All the disciples talked a lot, those outer disciples were shocked by Liu Fuyun's martial arts cultivation.

The inner disciples were even more surprised.

Because of Liu Zhuoran, they are all familiar with him, a veteran inner disciple who was at the peak of the Transcendence Realm very early on.

Restricted by talent, he has not been able to make progress in the past few years.

However, its natural strength is tyrannical, and its combat effectiveness should not be underestimated.

Liu Fuyun easily solved it now, which really shocked many people's jaws.

Even Chi Zhiqiang above and the elders were quite surprised.

Chi Zhiqiang's eyes showed joy, and he looked at Sang Zizai.

"Elder Sang, if I'm not mistaken, it was martial arts just now, right?"

Sang Zizai said pretending to be calm.

"Reporting to the suzerain, that's right, it's martial arts supernatural powers, and that kid has a bit of talent for swordsmanship."

While speaking, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more prosperous.

Soon, the mouth was grinning almost behind the ears.

Seeing his appearance, all the elders cast contemptuous glances one after another.

Chi Zhiqiang also smiled, nodded slightly and said.

"With such a talent, it would be a pity not to go to the Sword Tomb."

Hearing what he said, Luo Li, who was beside him with a livid face, turned around with his fists clasped.

"Sovereign, I think that one should not only look at talent in the martial arts journey, otherwise, what should we think about those disciples who are mediocre in talent but work hard?"

"Fifth Elder, don't worry. Since the rules are set, I will not change them without authorization. The competition will continue."

Chi Zhiqiang couldn't see what the other party was thinking, so he said it directly.

Next to him, Sang Zizai was even more unceremonious.

"I said, if you are not convinced, Lao Luo, you can let your disciple beat you back. It doesn't need to be so grandiose!"

Luo Li looked at Sang Zizai with disdain on his face.

"I said Brother Sang, after all these years, you are still so aggressive, you don't know how to advance or retreat."

Hearing this, Sang Zizai laughed out loud.

"Hahaha... For those of us who use swords, we can only advance and never retreat!"

After speaking, he looked at Liu Fuyun and shouted loudly.

"Boy, you played well."

Liu Fuyun smiled lightly, and didn't speak, but the fighting spirit in his body was rising steadily, congealing like a substance.

[Ding, feel the fighting spirit of the host, and the cultivation speed of "Youquan Shengong" has increased...]

[Ding, the shock and astonishment of the crowd made "Tianwu Zhulang" feel very useful, and the speed of practice has increased by 30%. 】

A system prompt sounded in my mind.

After such a long time, Liu Fuyun already knew which behaviors could make the cultivation method increase the speed of cultivation independently.

Among them, combat is the most effective method.

Looking at Ye Qing, Liu Fuyun smiled.

"Senior Brother Ye, are you still on stage?"

Ye Qing's face sank like water, he never thought that Liu Fuyun's strength could not even suppress Liu Zhuoran.

Although his own strength is higher than that, he has not formed a crushing trend.

Although he was extremely angry in his heart, he hadn't rushed to the stage yet.

he is waiting...

Wait for someone who can make him a sure winner.

"Senior Brother Ye, if you are afraid, you can admit defeat..."

Liu Fuyun hadn't finished speaking when suddenly a tyrannical aura rose from behind the crowd.

Then, cold words sounded.

"A new disciple, what a big tone..."

Liu Fuyun frowned, he felt the wind blowing in front of him.

The aura of the visitor seemed to turn into a flood dragon, rushing towards him.

"This power...is a master of transformation!"

Liu Fuyun's heart trembled, she hastily mobilized her whole body's energy and scattered it in front of her.

But it was still a step too late, the momentum was so menacing that it hit his body directly.

Liu Fuyun subconsciously backed up a few steps as if being hit hard.

Suddenly, he felt his chest was heavy, and there was blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this, the corners of Ye Qing's mouth turned up, revealing a wicked smile.

He knew that the person he was waiting for had arrived.

The crowd of onlookers dispersed, and a man wearing a purple-green gown and a light silver cloak appeared.

This person, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, is majestic, with a small scar on his resolute face, which adds a bit of bravery to him.

The appearance of the man caused the disciples onlookers to exclaim.

Some female disciples even had peach blossoms on their faces, and their eyes were full of love.

"Brother Ye Fan?!"

"Senior Brother Ye Fan is here to cheer on his younger brother."

"So handsome, Senior Brother Ye Fan..."

"..."

Liu Fuyun stood up slowly, looked at the man who was walking slowly, and she was clear in her heart.

"He is Ye Fan? Ye Qing's elder brother...the peak Huagang master, he really deserves his reputation."

The vigor just now, in just a short moment of contact, has already disrupted his inner breath.

Looking at the smug Ye Qing, he already understood the other party's wishful thinking.

"Playing tricks? Or...shameless."

Seeing that his apprentice was injured, Sang Zizai burst into anger.

"Luo Li, your apprentice is so shameless that you secretly attacked him?"

Luo Li snorted coldly.

"Senior brother Sang, don't talk nonsense. Fan'er is far behind the crowd, so how can he sneak attack? What's more, this kid is arrogant and arrogant. If you don't teach him some lessons, he may go astray in the future..."

"you……"

Sang Zizai is a person with a fiery temper, why has he ever been so angry?
My apprentice is being bullied in front of his eyes, but he is still indifferent, how will he stand in the future.

The tyrannical sword energy soared into the sky, and the whole earth trembled.

"Junior Brother Luo, you and I haven't sparred for a long time, let Brother Wei see if your marksmanship has improved."

Luo Li was also unambiguous, and his breath was also soaring to the sky, echoing it from afar.

"Okay, brother Sang please enlighten me."

Seeing that the two alchemy masters are about to start a competition.

For a while, everyone from the elders, deacons, and inner and outer disciples all watched the development of the situation quietly.

At this moment, an angry reprimand resounded through the world.

"presumptuous!"

I saw that Chi Zhiqiang was not angry and prestige, exuding a cold air all over his body.

"Both of you are the mainstays of our sect. How can you behave in front of so many disciples?"

"Sovereign, I'm just such an apprentice, if I can't protect him, I might as well die."

Sang Zizai did not back down, and his sword energy was even raised to a higher level.

At this moment, Liu Fuyun suddenly spoke.

"Master, there is no need to be like this, I can still fight."

"My dear student, you don't have to be afraid, the teacher will make the decision for you."

Liu Fuyun slowly stood up straight, took down the heavy sword Jin Han from behind, and her aura also rose steadily.

[Ding, feel that the host's meridians are disordered, and the breath is not smooth, the speed of the "Youquan Divine Art" is accelerated, and it is used to calm the injury...]

[Injury recovery 10%, 20%... 85%...]

"Master, don't worry, don't care about his schemes, I will break them with a single sword!"

"Ye Qing, get out and die!"

The sound is like thunder, and the fighting spirit is rolling.