Spiritual Lord of the Heavens: My spiritual disciples are all over the world

However, Tian Linger's ability to fight with Lu Xueqi for such a long time was enough to outshine most Qingyun disciples.

The disciples in the audience were whispering to each other, and discussions were coming and going. Some disciples opened their mouths in surprise, with incredible expressions on their faces; some disciples showed admiration and nodded constantly; and some disciples felt sorry for Tian Linger, shaking their heads and sighing. At this moment, the outcome on the stage was decided.

I saw the tip of Lu Xueqi's sword pointing directly at Tian Linger's throat. The tip of the sword was very close to Tian Linger's throat, only an inch apart! Lu Xueqi's eyes were cold and sharp, staring at Tian Linger closely without relaxing at all. There was no expression on her face, as if everything was under her control.

"Junior sister Tian, ​​I accept." As she spoke, a faint smile appeared on Lu Xueqi's frosty face, like the snow lotus blooming on the iceberg, as beautiful and refined as the snow lotus blooming on the iceberg.

Tian Linger stared at Lu Xueqi, a trace of unwillingness flashed across her face. She bit her lip, a trace of disappointment flashing in her eyes. She knew that there was still a gap between herself and Lu Xueqi, and if the fierce battle continued, the outcome might not change. A hint of helplessness flashed across Tian Linger's face, she lowered her head and sighed softly.

"Senior Sister Lu's cultivation is profound, and Junior Sister is ashamed of herself. Senior Sister, please be careful, the strongest in our Dazhu Peak is Junior Brother Xiaofan. I look forward to seeing the exciting showdown between you and Xiaofan." Tian Linger raised his head and looked at Lu Xueqi said.

While the two were talking, a new round of competition had begun on the other side of the Qianzi Arena.

"In the next competition, Zhang Xiaofan, a disciple of Dazhu Peak, will face Peng Chang, a disciple of Fenghui Peak." The referee's voice sounded on the ring.

Upon hearing the summons, Zhang Xiaofan, who was watching the battle in the audience, responded and walked up to the ring. His steps were firm and there was a sense of confidence in his eyes.

The top people in the stands cheered up when they heard Zhang Xiaofan coming on the stage. They were looking forward to whether this young man who was accepted as a registered disciple by Han Fei would perform even more outstandingly.

While they were talking, Zhang Xiaofan and Peng Chang were already on the stage. This time, Zeng Shushu did not ask Peng Chang to show mercy to Zhang Xiaofan.

With Zhang Xiaofan's current strength, even Peng Chang, an outstanding disciple of Feng Huifeng, may not be his opponent, so Zeng Shushu naturally does not need to make any unnecessary moves.

"Zhang Xiaofan, a disciple of Dazhu Peak, has met Senior Brother Peng." Zhang Xiaofan bowed his hands and said in a salute. At the same time, he secretly thought to himself that he had also met this Senior Brother Peng. When Zeng Shushu teased him, Senior Brother Peng even spoke for him. Therefore, Zhang Xiaofan had a good impression of Senior Brother Peng.

"Senior Brother Peng, be careful! Although Junior Brother Zhang has only been in the game for a short time, his cultivation level is not low, and he has also obtained the true biography of Elder Han. Don't lose too badly." Zeng Shushu shouted loudly in the audience.

When Zhang Xiaofan heard this, his face darkened instantly, and he secretly cursed in his heart: This Zeng Shushu is really a master who only takes pleasure in the excitement and does not take it too seriously. His words made it difficult for Peng Chang not to take them seriously.

"Hahaha, I've long wanted to see what Junior Brother Zhang can do. Junior Brother Zhang can win the favor of Elder Han, and he must have mastered many unique secret skills. We have already seen your sword energy field, but I don't know if Junior Brother Zhang still has it. How about opening our eyes to other stunts?" Peng Chang said with a smile, a confident smile on his face, and at the same time he was secretly guessing what other powerful tricks Zhang Xiaofan had.

As soon as Peng Chang finished speaking, there was a shout from the audience. Everyone was very curious about the secret technique that Han Fei passed on to Zhang Xiaofan.

"People in the audience are not allowed to make any noise!" At this time, the referee responsible for presiding over the competition shouted loudly, his brows furrowed and his face serious.

As soon as he roared, the audience suddenly fell silent. The referee then said: "The game begins!"

After the referee finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Xiaofan and said, "Zhang Xiaofan, I am also looking forward to your next performance."

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience burst into applause. When Zhang Xiaofan saw this, his expression turned bitter, and he felt helpless in his heart. He wasn't used to the feeling of being in the spotlight.

The referee reached out and pressed down, and the scene immediately became quiet. Everyone looked at Zhang Xiaofan eagerly, expecting him to perform better.

"Junior Brother Zhang, since everyone is so enthusiastic, please show other methods! Be careful!" After Peng Chang said this, he rushed towards Zhang Xiaofan like an arrow from a string.

He was extremely fast and was beside Zhang Xiaofan in an instant.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Xiaofan's face turned pale. He naturally understood Peng Chang's intention. If he used close combat, it would be difficult for his flying sword to exert its power.

Obviously, Peng Chang had already thought of a countermeasure against him before he came to power.

Seeing Peng Chang's long sword coming, Zhang Xiaofan took a step forward, and his body instantly turned into an arc of electricity and disappeared.

Peng Chang was startled and quickly ran forward two steps while stabbing backward with his sword. A sword stabbed the air, and Peng Chang immediately raised his sword to defend himself while observing Zhang Xiaofan's movements on the ring.

At this time, Zhang Xiaofan was standing on the other side of the ring, looking at Peng Chang with a smile on his face, which contained a bit of confidence and calmness.

"Junior Brother Zhang is so fast, what kind of movement is this." Someone exclaimed under the ring. The man's eyes widened, and his face was full of surprise and disbelief.

"Yes, I only saw an arc of electricity, and Junior Brother Zhang appeared on the other side of the ring. With such speed, Senior Brother Peng may be in trouble this time." Another person echoed, his brows furrowed, his face There was a worried expression on his face, his eyes fixed on the ring, for fear of missing any detail.

"Does any of you know what movement technique this Junior Brother Zhang uses?" the disciples in the audience asked in a low voice, his eyes full of curiosity.

"Hehe, this is the lightning walking step created by Elder Han. Once you practice it to a high level, you can travel thousands of miles in an instant." Du Bishu stepped forward and said with some pride. He puffed up his chest and his face was filled with pride.

"The God of Lightning is walking. Looking at Junior Brother Zhang's electric arc, it seems that Junior Brother Zhang is also proficient in lightning techniques."

"Junior Brother Zhang, you have good body skills and you are worthy of being a disciple of Elder Han. Let's continue." Peng Chang said, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he rushed towards Zhang Xiaofan again.

This time, Peng Chang's speed has obviously increased a lot, as fast as a gust of wind. He had a serious look on his face and was fully focused on the battle. There were only two phantoms left on the ring, flashing and moving around on it, and the sound of metal clanging could be heard endlessly.

The battle between the two entered a fierce stage, and no one dared to be careless in the slightest. They fought fast, leaving afterimages on the ring. Every collision burst out with dazzling sparks. Most of the battles between monks involve the use of spells and magic weapons. It is rare to see such a swordsmanship competition purely based on cultivation.

Zhang Xiaofan had also fought against masters of sword air flow in the virtual illusion, so he naturally knew how to deal with it. He was secretly glad that his experience in the illusion made him more calm when facing Peng Chang. His eyes were focused and firm, staring closely at Peng Chang's movements, not missing any flaw.

In the stands, several leaders were watching with interest as to what Zhang Xiaofan was doing before Han Fei arrived. Naturally, they all knew that Han Fei was able to transform Zhang Xiaofan in just a few months. They had to admire Han Fei's ability to teach students like this.

The eyesight of these leaders is naturally unmatched by the disciples in the audience. Peng Chang has been practicing hard at Qingyun Sect for decades, so his cultivation level is naturally higher than that of Zhang Xiaofan. Even if the two of them competed in swordsmanship, Peng Chang could always suppress Zhang Xiaofan.

The two exchanged moves, then quickly separated. When they stood still, Peng Chang said with a smile: "I have learned the swordsmanship of Junior Brother Zhang. If you don't mind, how about we compete in a different way?"

There was a trace of expectation on Peng Chang's face, his eyes were shining with eagerness, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing an imperceptible smile.