I was forced to control the world of cultivating immortals

"Okay, okay, the discussion is over, it's time to learn from each other."

Although he didn't want to look at Ye Nan more, Feng Qingxiao didn't say a word of disdain, but announced that the meeting had entered the second session.

"I'll come first."

A Tianjiao from a nearby sect drew his sword out of its sheath, used a body technique, and flew up to the golden platform gracefully.

"It's Pan Miao of Jin Yunzong!"

"Hiss! It turned out to be him! Isn't he the arrogance cultivated by Sect Master Jin Yun with all his strength!"

"That's right, this person is at the first level of the Martial Lord Realm, and he has already stepped into the Sword Power Realm. Let's not go up to such a strong man and show off."

Seeing the appearance of this Tianjiao, everyone around turned cold and didn't want to go on stage.

Seeing the complexion of all the people below changed, Feng Qingxiao smiled faintly, and raised his voice: "The sharp edge of a sword is sharpened. If you want to make progress, you must understand the power of the sword in battle. Don't be timid, everyone, please come on stage."

As the voice fell, there were rustling discussions among the crowd.

But for a long time, no one dared to go on stage.

In desperation, Feng Qingxiao had no choice but to smile awkwardly, and said: "Forget it, then I will discuss with you."

Pan Miao put on a posture and shouted: "Senior, please."

call out!
As soon as the words fell, his figure turned into a stream of light, its speed was as fast as lightning, and it was like a cloud dragon dispatched, slashing towards Feng Qingxiao.

"Good come!"

Feng Qingxiao shouted loudly, drew his sword suddenly, and slashed away with it.

boom! ! !
The offensives of both sides slashed together fiercely, and immediately a puff of smoke shot up from the Jintai, shaking the ground and shaking the mountains.

"Yes, the power is enough, but there is still a slight difference. If the speed can be converted into power, then the power of this sword will increase by a bit."

When Nu Bei saw this scene, he couldn't help boasting and pointing out at the same time.

"Thanks for the pointer."

Pan Miao retracted her sword, cupped her hands and thanked him.

Turning around, he saluted Feng Qingxiao and said: "I have accepted."

"You are very good."

Feng Qingxiao returned the salute, and praised: "Being able to enter the realm of sword power at the first level of Martial Lord, such a talent is worthy of being the arrogance of your noble sect."

"Is this also called Tianjiao?"

Ye Nan in the audience smiled unkindly, and stepped into the realm of sword power at the first level of Martial Lord Realm. If this kind of talent can be called Tianjiao, it would be really speechless.

Little did they know that at the beginning, on the eve before entering the forbidden area of ​​the sect, Xiao Changqing practiced sword under the moonlight. Wrestling with the big demon Xiangliu, he entered the realm of sword power.

In this comparison, if Pan Miao is considered the pride of heaven, then wouldn't Xiao Changqing be considered the pride of heaven among the prides of heaven?
"Senior Feng has praised you, I'm just working hard."

Pan Miao was very self-effacing in his words, but after he finished speaking, he raised his head high, quite complacent.

"Senior Sister, go up and let him see what Tianjiao is."

Under the stage, seeing this scene, Ye Nan couldn't help but secretly scolded Tang Yingruo for pretending to be a fool, and said in a low voice.

Hearing this, Tang Yingruo's face darkened, she stretched out her hand and pinched him, and complained: "Forget it, we were already embarrassing enough just now, so don't go up there."

Ye Nan's voice was very low just now, but Pan Miao on stage still heard it.

In an instant, Pan Miao's face changed, and he raised his voice and shouted: "Sect Master Tang, since your junior brother is so unconvinced, why don't you let him come up and compete with me, so that I can experience the majesty of the noble sect."

Hearing this, Tang Yingruo's heart sank immediately, and she sighed helplessly: "Junior brother, you are trying to piss me off."

She knew better than anyone else that she was only at the peak of Condensation Yuan, but her junior brother's cultivation was not as good as her own. If she went up to compete, wouldn't it make people laugh and be generous?
But now, she is also very helpless. Faced with such a situation, she had no choice but to put on a smiling face and look at Pan Miao, saying, "My junior brother is not feeling well, so let me learn your clever tricks."

After hearing this, Ye Nan couldn't help being moved from the bottom of her heart. She didn't expect the senior sister to be quite considerate of herself.

After all, just being pinched with a fingernail mark is also called physical discomfort. No one in this world can treat himself so well.

"Alright, then I'll experience Tang Sect Master's supernatural power."

Pan Miao nodded in agreement.

He didn't care whether it was Ye Nan or Tang Yingruo who was competing with him.

But it should be noted that if it is Ye Nan, even if he wins, it would be disgraceful. After all, Ye Nan's cultivation base is too low, and the Martial Lord Realm is the watershed between monks. He defeated Ye Nan , nor something to be proud of.

But if Tang Yingruo was defeated, then he would be really elated and envious of others, and even if he couldn't beat it, he wouldn't be ashamed, after all, he was the master of a sect, so even if he lost, it was justifiable.

Tang Yingruo walked briskly, and soon boarded the golden platform.

"Assignment."

After Pan Miao saluted, he immediately came to kill with a sword.

boom! ! !
The billowing Martial Lord breath burst out from the body, causing the air current to tremble, turning into a sword light, and slashed at Tang Yingruo fiercely.

"The swordsmanship is resolute, like an angry dragon swimming in the river, that's right, Sect Master Tang, how will you deal with it?"

Seeing Pan Miao's sword strike, Feng Qingxiao's eyes lit up, and after commenting, he looked at Tang Yingruo.

Tang Yingruo said lightly: "I only have one sword to respond to him."

Whoa! ! !

Suddenly, Tang Yingruo drew her sword, and the rolling sword light turned into a beam of shocking rainbow, and slashed away.

This shocking rainbow is like a cold wind in three winters, stirring up the surrounding airflow, sweeping up huge waves like a big river, and pushing them away.

Boom!

Boom! ! !
The sword moves from the two sides slashed together fiercely, and the beam of Changhong instantly crushed Pan Miao's sword light like a shattering rotten sword, smashing it to pieces and turning it into dust!
One move can tell the difference.

"Sect Master Tang's divine power, I admire you."

Pan Miao opened her mouth wide and hurriedly clasped her fists in salute.

"Assignment."

Tang Yingruo smiled faintly, sheathed her sword.

This sword is exactly the one she slashed at the shore of the East China Sea that day, and she stole the "slashing a thousand feet of waves with one sword" from the master swordsman in the sect.

Although it was just a fur, and her cultivation level was not as good as Pan Miao's, but under the powerful power of this sword, the latter couldn't catch it no matter what.

"This...is this sword again!"

When Feng Qingxiao saw Tang Yingruo slash out with a sword, he immediately recognized the sword on the shore of the East China Sea.

Although a long time has passed, he still can't forget this sword. The almost invincible power has been firmly occupied in his mind like a mosaic, and he can't forget it.

"Huh? This sword... what kind of sword technique is this!"

In the distance, Anger, who had been watching the arena all the time, saw this sword, his expression changed on the spot, and his heart stirred up a storm.

As a half-step martial emperor, he couldn't see through the true meaning of this sword!