Elder Liao tossed the Iron Bamboo Sword to the disciple and retreated to the side, "This Sword Competition will be decided by me. Let the competition begin!"
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly changed. Sect Leader Han Hui and the elders all had a trace of doubt and anticipation on their faces.
As for Leng Yu, Mo Xinzhi, his wife, Nian Ru, and the others, they were all uneasy and didn't even dare to breathe.
The most excited ones were none other than the group of disciples who were waiting to go on stage. They looked on with ridicule.
That dark-skinned disciple finally had the chance to stand on such a big stage in front of the Sect Leader and the Elders. Naturally, he was very excited.
With a righteous look on his face, he cupped his hands and introduced himself, "Leng Xing, I am a disciple of the outer sect's Elder Chu, Zhang …"
"Shut up!"
Without waiting for the disciple surnamed Zhang to finish, Ye Fan interrupted him and said, "This young master is not interested in knowing the name of a piece of trash!"
If the people who ran up one by one had to introduce themselves, it would be too much of a waste of time, Ye Fan thought.
The face of the outer court disciple surnamed Zhang twitched, and he was angered to the point flames of rage surged within his eyes as he grunted coldly. "Since it's like this, then I'm sorry!"
Saying that, Disciple Zhang suddenly thrusted forward. With a thrust of his sword, a sword qi shot straight towards Ye Fan!
This kind of unbelievably slow movement, Ye Fan could predict it in advance. With a movement technique under his feet, he dodged the sword qi, and without even swinging his sword, he kicked the disciple surnamed Zhang in the chest!
Bang!
Disciple Zhang's vision blurred. He didn't even see how Ye Fan approached him before his chest was kicked!
His protective true essence was simply unable to block the power of Ye Fan's kick. His body was like a cannonball, directly flying out of the arena!
When he reacted, he'd already fallen into the icy cold heavenly lake with a splash!
In an instant, the expressions of everyone around the Heavenly Lake froze!
Han Hui, Leng Dong Lin and the other elders all looked at each other in dismay. They could see the astonishment in each other's eyes.
Of course, they had clearly seen Ye Fan's movements just now. This was simply too simple. It was just a dodge, a dash, and then a kick!
This couldn't even be considered a move, it was just the most basic movement.
But the problem was … How could this cold star be so agile? And where did he get so much strength!?
Leng Yu and Mo Xinzhi couldn't believe their eyes. They had thought that it would be a bitter battle, but their son had actually finished off his opponent with a single kick!?
What the hell was going on!?
After a moment of astonishment, Xiang Ru was pleasantly surprised. Her beautiful eyes lit up, and she couldn't help but think of Ye Fan's words in the Cold Light Hall …
Could it be that her husband had been deliberately keeping a low profile in the past? He had been training hard all this time!?
Involuntarily, a trace of hope rose in Xiang Ru's heart, hoping for a miracle to happen …
Fan Xian didn't even take a second look. He directly turned around and said in a bored tone, "Hurry up, next!"
On the stage, Elder Liao finally reacted. He was also shocked by Ye Fan's swift movements and hurriedly shouted, "First round, Leng Xing wins!"
That disciple surnamed Zhang drank two mouthfuls of the pond water, and by the time he returned to the shore on his flying sword, his whole body was already drenched.
His face was pale and his lips were purple. He was on the verge of tears when he thought about how he had lost two thousand stones for no reason!
"You … What the hell is going on with you!?
"Why didn't you dodge that trash's kick!?"
Facing the questioning of a group of disciples, Disciple Zhang said with a sullen face, "He … He was too fast. I... I don't know how I got kicked either!"
The group of disciples couldn't help but look at each other with worry in their eyes. Could it be that this Leng Xing had been hiding his strength on purpose?
Han Yuntao's eyes flickered as he sighed, "I told you not to underestimate your opponent. Junior Brother Xing Chen must have been prepared."
Don't be afraid! He was just using a trick. How much ability could a ninth level Foundation Establishment cultivator have!?
"If you outer sect disciples don't dare to go up, then we inner sect disciples will do it!" Han Gang said with a dark face.
"Senior brother Han Gang, you don't need to do anything. Junior brother will do it for you!" A male disciple with a long and thin face said.
"Oh, Song Quyang? Are you going up so early? Isn't that a bit too much of a waste? "Han Gang asked.
Song Quyang narrowed his eyes and said, "Now that Junior Brother has gone up, it's the perfect time to dampen that trash's spirit. Otherwise, if he wins by a fluke, he'll really think that he's that amazing."
"Alright, then you go!" Han Gang grinned.
Song Quyang smiled excitedly. He took the Iron Bamboo Sword and directly jumped onto the stage.
The disciples below the stage once again regained their confidence. Those disciples who did not participate in the battle were also discussing spiritedly.
"That's the tenth ranked disciple, Song Quyang!"
"That's right, an Earth Core cultivator. Even if he has just formed his core, how can a ninth level Foundation Establishment cultivator be a match for him?"
"Haha, that Cold Star's sword qi can't even penetrate Senior Brother Song's protective true essence, right?"
Hearing the praises of the disciples below the stage, Song Quyang's face lit up even more.
"Leng Xing, next, I, Song Quyang, will let you know …"
Fan Xian was too lazy to listen any further, and impatiently said: "A piece of trash, why are you talking so much?" "Hurry up and make your move!"
Song Quyang clenched his teeth and sneered, "Make a move? With just you? "Song, with my Earth Core cultivation, making a move first is too much of a bully. It's better if you make a move first."
"This is what you said …" leaf
As soon as Ye Fan finished speaking, his figure was like a bolt of lightning, fiercely dashing out!
Song Quyang suddenly saw Ye Fan approaching, so fast that he was caught off guard!
What kind of speed was this!?
Song Quyang hurriedly used his true essence to protect his body, and at the same time, he wanted to swing his sword!
However, Ye Fan quickly changed directions, and after a serpentine change of position, his arm was like a strong and thick steel bar, fiercely smashing onto Song Quyang's protective true essence!
Although he felt a trace of resistance from his true essence, Ye Fan could completely endure this pain!
"Boom!"
Ye Fan endured the needle-like pain, his arm shattered the protective true essence, and one hand directly covered Song Quyang's face!
Ye Fan grabbed this guy's head and pressed it to the ground!
"Bam!"
With a muffled sound, Song Quyang's head hit the ground, causing blood to flow from his head, and his brain to convulse!
Song Quyang opened his mouth, his face full of fear, his eyes wide open, like a fool, he had already fainted!
Ye Fan sighed with emotion. The physical fitness of this group of cultivators was too poor. Compared to those ancient martial artists who could strengthen their bodies, they were even weaker. They completely relied on spiritual energy to strengthen their physique, but that was all.
Once their true essence was useless and they were closed in, they would be no different from the mercenaries of some C rank organizations in the surface world, unable to withstand a single blow.
Ye Fan stood up, glanced at Elder Liao, who was already dumbstruck, and said, "Hey, it's time for the next one."
Elder Liao suddenly woke up from his stupor and shouted, "First … Second … Second match! "Leng Xing wins!"
"Hua!"
The hundreds of disciples at the edge of the Heaven Lake were all in an uproar!
What the hell was going on!? Song Quyang, one of the top ten disciples of the Earth Core realm, was actually pressed to the ground by Leng Xing and knocked unconscious!?
Could it be that Song Quyang took the Leng Clan's benefits and deliberately went easy on them!?
The Sect Leader, Han Hui, and the Elders were all at a loss. How was this possible?
Leng Xing didn't even use any true essence, so how could he use his physical body to forcefully break through the Earth Core realm's true essence!?
Even though Song Quyang had just formed his core not long ago, this true essence was not something that his physical body could casually shake!?
At the very least, in the entire Cold Light Sect, no one dared to say that they could rely on their physical body to pierce through the Earth Core's true essence without using their true essence.
Great Elder Leng Dong Lin's eyes were filled with splendor, and he could no longer conceal the smile on his face. Leng Xing had defeated Song Quyang. No matter what method he used to win, it had at least proved that the only son of the Leng Clan was not trash!
Leng Yu and Mo Xinzhi were so excited that they held hands together, their faces full of smile. reading
Ru Jiao, on the other hand, was crying tears of joy. Happiness had come too suddenly, and she no longer knew how to express her current feelings.
On the other hand, many of the disciples who had yet to enter the arena had already begun to turn ashen. Their morale was low, and they couldn't believe what was happening in front of them.
Han Yuntao stood there quietly with his hands behind his back. Sometimes, he would glance at Xiang Ru, who was not far away, and sometimes, he would look at the incomparably leisurely Leng Xing on the stage.
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