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Chapter 80: A Weeping Man Comes Up to the Grave? [Please Read and Subscribe]

This time, a fat middle-aged man with a mustache came out. He walked unsteadily, giving people a very honest feeling.

"Qingxuan Sect's inner sect disciple, Zhou Yan, greets Uncle Master Wang Teng."

Wang Teng glanced at Zhou Yan with a bit of sarcasm in his eyes. It was just a Nascent Soul Great Perfection, and he was chosen, so it was considered bad luck for him.

As soon as the battle began, Wang Teng rushed up first. He was in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm against the Nascent Soul Realm Realm, and it could be said that he was extremely overwhelming. Almost in an instant, Zhou Yan was beaten to the point of spitting blood and fell to the ground in defeat.

When the outer disciples saw that Uncle Wang Teng had won back a game, they danced with joy. This finally gave them, a group of outer disciples, some hope.

Wang Teng even raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a strange smile. No matter what, as a modern prodigy of the sect, it was absolutely impossible for him to lose at the starting line.

"In the seventh battle, those holding the thirteenth and fourteenth tokens will go up to the arena!" Huoyunzi's voice suddenly came after Wang Teng left.

Ye Qian'an glanced at the token in his hand and knew that it was time for him to go on stage, but he didn't know who he would face next.

At this moment, a man who looked pale and thin walked out of the crowd. The man had a skinny body and looked malnourished and sick.

Even when he spoke, he couldn't help coughing.

“Ahem, ahem, inner sect genius disciple, ahem…Fan Tao, ahem, ahem, please teach me.”

Ye Qian'an stood up and walked towards the arena under the gazes of many sect disciples.

See here.

The sect disciples began to whisper.

"It turns out that it is Uncle Ye who is here this time. It looks like Fan Tao is going to suffer a loss this time."

"Not necessarily. Fan Tao was already a sect prodigy hundreds of years ago. I also heard that he has been training in Donglingnan Province. Now his cultivation has reached the initial stage of Return to Void."

"That's right. After all, Uncle Fan Tao's strength back then was second only to Uncle Lu Lingjiao."

Fan Tao coughed twice and said in an extremely weak voice, "It turns out to be Junior Brother Ye Qian'an. Ahem, I've heard of your great name for a long time."

"It is an honor to be able to spar with you today."

Fan Tao's eyes gradually became firm, he waved his right hand, and a soul flag suddenly appeared in his hand.

But this soul flag is completely different from the Human Emperor Flag. His magic weapon, the Soul-Guiding Flag, is made of corpse oil. It can not only guide souls, but also cause the wounds that are hit to rot and necrotize.

The most amazing thing is Fan Tao crying at the grave.

Weeping at the grave is not only a ritual, but also a powerful combat method that can summon the undead to assist in battle.

Fan Tao's grave-crying skills include Lamentation, Filial Piety Banner, and Resentful Soul Binding. These skills can not only cause direct physical damage to the enemy, but also trigger the tearing of resentful souls through the stacking of resentment gauges, causing huge mental and physical damage.

Fan Tao's unique skill "Hundred Tombs and Wild Souls" is the ultimate display of his ability. Through strong resentment and wailing, he can cause great psychological pressure and substantial damage to enemies over a large area.

In addition to attacking skills, Fan Tao also has certain defensive and escape abilities.

"This thing is not the Ten Thousand Souls Banner you mentioned, but a very ordinary Soul Guiding Banner. You should not speculate on it casually. After all, I am also an upright cultivator."

"Cough cough cough cough."

Fan Tao coughed twice, raised his head and looked at Ye Qian'an, his lips slightly parted, his thin face showing a hint of coldness. "Cry, cry, cry, the living will become weak, Junior Brother Ye, are you ready?"

Ye Qian'an took a sip of wine, came to the arena, and bowed to Fan Tao in front of him: "I am Ye Qian'an, the disciple of Leng Qianning, the leader of Qingjing Peak. Please teach me."

"beat him!"

Di Junwan waved her arms and shouted, "Qian'an, beat him up hard. I've disliked him for hundreds of years. Today you should help your uncle vent his anger."

Fan Tao said with a sad face: "Uncle Master, that happened hundreds of years ago, how come you still remember it..."

Several hundred years ago, Fan Tao practiced crying at graves, and his cries echoed throughout the Qingxuan Sect. Because of this, he woke up Emperor Junwan from her sleep. From then on, Emperor Junwan held a grudge against him.

Every time we meet, there is always a beating.

Fan Tao said sternly: "I am just a weeper at the grave, Junior Brother Ye, I am about to cry."

Ye Qian'an raised the wine gourd at his waist and glanced sideways at Fan Tao who had already started to cry. At the same time, he saw a lot of black mist surrounding his body.

"Yin Qi?"

Ye Qian'an took another big sip of wine, and when he felt it was almost enough, he hung the wine gourd around his waist again. At the same time, he raised his finger slightly and pointed it diagonally towards the sky.

Seeing that Ye Qian'an did not even use his magic sword, Fan Tao thought that the other party was a little too arrogant, and immediately let out a shrill wail.

“Wow, wow, my life is so miserable, wow, it’s been three hundred years, a full three hundred years, wow, I must become a candidate for the leader today, wow.”

"I'm so miserable!"

Fan Tao knelt on the ground and cried madly: "Junior brother, I'm already in such a miserable state, can you just let me hit me for a while, just once!"

His crying seemed to be tuneless, but it was extremely piercing. After hearing his voice, the disciples on both sides, for some reason, felt as if they were in the same situation.

Some people even started to shed tears.

Listening to the shrill crying, Leng Qianning frowned and said, "Even after three hundred years, this guy is still the same as before, giving me a headache."

The main reason why Fan Tao was able to become the top genius was his crying, which not only made the enemies empathize with him, but also involved other people's emotions.

This is what's scary about him.

The extreme crying will attract many souls, and then use the soul-guiding banner in the hand to control them and kill the enemies in front of them.

Seeing that Ye Qian'an had stopped moving, Fan Tao ejected with his legs and smashed the soul flag in his hand towards Ye Qian'an's neck.

Ye Qian'an opened his lips slightly: "Sword light, fall!"

Suddenly, thunderclouds rolled in the sky that was originally as clear as the sea, and a green sword light fell from the clouds without any warning.

Fan Tao is indeed a genius. When he felt the cold light, he immediately twisted his ankle and took advantage of the piercing pain to force his body to stop.

After keeping a distance from Ye Qian'an, he corrected his ankle. Looking at the entire Qingxuan Sect, there are not many people who can do this decisively.

Fan Tao tightly grasped the soul-guiding banner in his hand and continued to cry loudly: "Wow, why am I so unlucky? I almost succeeded, oh my god!"

(End of this chapter)