Contracting divine beasts, refining divine pills, and the gods worshipping the Ninth Young Master

The elders of Qingyang Sect exclaimed: "How is this possible? Luo Jiusheng's sword intent has actually reached the great perfection realm!"

"What did you say? Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?" asked several other elders in disbelief.

"How is this possible? It seems like he hasn't released his sword intent yet?"

"Yes, Luo Jiusheng is only a very young man. He is a genius if he can comprehend the sword intent. How can he also achieve the ultimate level?"

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"No, I can't be wrong. He is at the Great Perfection stage, where man and sword are one.

The sword in his hand was also extraordinary. If his sword power had not reached the highest level, he would not have been able to exert such power.

Look at his counterattack, soft yet sharp, slow but not too slow, seemingly weak and powerless, but with a hint of the great charm.

If the realm is not perfected, it is impossible to do it. "The elder of Qingyang Sect explained quickly. The more he spoke, the more he looked at Luo Jiusheng. Without thinking, he said to Fengyang: "Fengyang, such a good sword cultivator should come to my Qingyang Sect. This time I don't care about the friendship between the two sects. I must strive to get Luo Jiusheng to come to my Qingyang Sect."

Elder Jiansui of Qingyang Sect had already made up his mind that no matter whether Luo Jiusheng could win or not, he would definitely bring him to Qingyang Sect.

However, he was so focused on watching the game that he did not notice that when Elder Fengyang heard his words, there was no worry on his face, and he was not worried at all that Luo Jiusheng would be poached by their Qingyang Sect.

Back to the competition, the two peerless swords collided, emitting a dazzling light. After half a minute, everything returned to calm.

Everyone couldn't wait to look at the situation on the battlefield, wanting to know whether the result of this competition was as they expected. Luo Jiusheng was beaten so badly by Wei Liufeng that he couldn't even stand up...

But when they saw the situation on the field clearly, they were all stunned.

I saw two people in the middle of the battlefield, still facing each other from a distance, just like at the beginning of the game. Both of them stood straight with no expression on their faces.

"This? What's going on? Who won?"

"Yeah, why is Luo Jiusheng still standing? Even I wasn't sure I could catch Wei Liufeng's move."

"I don't know. What on earth is going on? I didn't see their last move clearly. Even using my mental power, I couldn't see clearly."

"Look, Wei Liufeng, Wei Liufeng is vomiting blood..."

"Ah, what?"

Everyone looked towards Wei Liufeng, only to see him suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, staggered two steps, and then laughed loudly: "You win! What a pleasure!"

Then, Wei Liufeng fell down in Zong Ren's surprised gaze.

Luo Jiusheng finally breathed a sigh of relief at this time. She staggered two steps and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. However, her condition was better than Wei Liufeng. She did not faint!

"Wei Liufeng fell down. So, Luo Jiusheng won? I just seemed to hear Wei Liufeng say 'You won'."

"I heard it too. Wei Liufeng said Luo Jiusheng won."

"So, Luo Jiusheng, with the strength of a mid-level Spiritual Lord, defeated Wei Liufeng, who was a half-step Spiritual Saint?"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was silent.

The disciples didn't know how to describe their complicated feelings at the moment. They had encountered such an unreasonable thing and witnessed it with their own eyes.

They could no longer say that Luo Jiusheng was not worthy of competing for the divine sword, and they had to admit from the bottom of their hearts that Luo Jiusheng's talent was stronger than theirs.

They saw with their own eyes the strength and potential of a pervert.