The speed of the morning matches was relatively slow because everyone didn't know their opponents, so they fought very carefully.
Apart from Yang Li, Xue Qinghan, and Yan Zhan, who finished their matches in less than fifteen minutes, the others basically used more than half an hour for each match.
After the morning matches ended, everyone took a short break before the afternoon matches began.
The matches in the afternoon were obviously more intense than the morning matches. Many people knew their opponent's techniques and spirit techniques, and they fought fiercely against each other. The matches also ended in around an hour, but the process of the matches was much more intense than the morning matches. Many of the spectating Huo Li Sect disciples were exclaiming in satisfaction.
The battles of Yang Li's group were still the fastest. Basically, the disciples who faced the three released their spirit techniques and realized that they couldn't do anything to their opponents. They couldn't even injure their opponents, so they tactfully admitted defeat.
Yang Li's opponent was even more interesting. It was the Blood Sun Valley's Spirit Movement Realm eighth level girl, Liu Wenling. Liu Wenling's eyes were extremely beautiful, her face was like a delicate porcelain doll, and she wore a green robe.
After Liu Wenling went up the stage, she directly said to Yang Li: "Senior brother Yang Li, can I test my moves on you? I will put aside my recently learned spirit techniques and admit defeat. "
These words stunned Yang Li. In the end, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he nodded his head in agreement.
Liu Wenling took out her longsword and tried one move at a time. Yang Li also countered each move as he saw fit. Soon, Liu Wenling's spirit power was exhausted and she admitted defeat.
After admitting defeat, she walked in front of Yang Li and blinked her big watery eyes: "Senior brother Yang Li, do you have a dao companion? If I don't, what do you think of me? "
Liu Wenling was also very beautiful. Although she wasn't as pretty as Jiang Yu and Su Wanqing, she still had her own characteristics and looked extremely cute.
"This …" Just as Yang Li was feeling awkward and didn't know how to answer, Jiang Yu opened her mouth to help him out. "Junior Sister Liu, you can't talk about these things that have nothing to do with the competition in the arena."
After she finished speaking, Jiang Yu glanced at Yang Li and said, "Moreover, one may know a person's face but not his heart. Junior Sister, you have to be careful."
Hearing Jiang Yu's words, Liu Wenling's big eyes were full of smiles. She stuck out her tongue playfully and said, "I know. Thank you, Senior Sister Jiang Yu. Hehe, but I think Senior Brother Yang Li is so powerful that he must have a cultivation partner long ago!"
When Yang Li heard this, he couldn't help but look at Su Wanqing and thought to himself, "I don't have a dao companion, but I will soon have one."
Yang Li had already decided that when his cultivation advanced to the Illuminating Divine Realm and his combat strength was on par with Su Wanqing, he would confess to Su Wanqing and let the sect master be their witness.
When Jiang Yu heard Liu Wenling say that Yang Li already had a dao companion, she also glanced at Su Wanqing and inexplicably felt a trace of displeasure in her heart. However, she didn't know where the displeasure came from. She looked at Yang Li with even more disgust.
"Such a lecher. Isn't he just a little talented? Why do so many people like him?" Jiang Yu was also extremely puzzled about this matter, but she immediately put it behind her.
The three Half-Law Realms were speechless about the competition between Yang Li and the other two. Except for Yang Li's performance in the morning, which was slightly underestimating his opponents, the other three performed perfectly. The three only went up to the arena to give advice to their opponents. As for themselves, they didn't even say a word before they went down. It was like this for the next few days.
…
On the seventh day of the competition, it was also Yang Li's seventh and eighth matches. Coincidentally, the two people he met today were both disciples of the Tenlan Sect. It was Mo Feng in the morning and Fang Jie in the afternoon.
Seeing Yang Li's name, Mo Feng's expression turned a little ugly. Through the first day of the competition, he discovered that Yang Li's strength was indeed much stronger than his. Not to mention defeating Yang Li, Yang Li easily defeated Zhou Jingyun on the first day. Mo Feng couldn't defeat Zhou Jingyun after that.
After the two went up to the arena, Yang Li was silent. He lowered his head and looked at the ground under his feet, waiting for the referee to announce the start of the competition. He had already made up his mind to make Mo Feng lose in the most embarrassing way possible.
Mo Feng looked at Yang Li standing opposite him and gritted his teeth a few times. He thought for a while and said coldly, "Yang Li, I'll give you a chance. If you lose to me, no one will deal with you after you return to the sect!"
When Yang Li heard this, he was stunned and said doubtfully, "Deal with me? Where do you get your confidence from? "
"My grandfather, Mo He, is in the Spirit Controlling Realm and is an Inner Sect Elder! If you obediently let me defeat you, I won't let my grandfather target you. If you don't do as I say, then I can't guarantee who you will meet after you leave the sect, "Mo Feng said with a cold smile.
"Oh." After hearing Mo Feng's explanation, Yang Li's expression became calm again. He lowered his head and looked at the ground again, ignoring Mo Feng.
When Jiang Yu heard Mo Feng's words, a look of contempt appeared in his eyes. He then walked between the two and announced, "The competition begins!"
After saying this, Jiang Yu quickly retreated. Yang Li's eyes were cold. He took out the Crouching Phoenix Lance and turned around. This was the first time he took the initiative to attack.
"I'll wait for your grandfather to deal with me! Fire Dragon Soars to the Heavens! "
Yang Li appeared beside Mo Feng and stabbed with his long spear. A huge fire dragon opened its mouth and swallowed Mo Feng.
Mo Feng was shocked and said angrily, "Yang Li, you've already offended my brother. If you offend me again, the Mo family won't let you have it easy! If you stop now and admit defeat, I can let you go. If you don't, then you'll know that the sect leader won't offend my grandfather for an immature genius like you! "
Yang Li ignored him. The fire dragon continued to attack Mo Feng, instantly shattering his spiritual power barrier. Mo Feng was sent flying. When Mo Feng was about to hit the ground, Jiang Yu suppressed the annoyance in her heart and appeared beside him. She removed the cushion and asked gently, "Do you admit defeat?"
Mo Feng's eyes were fierce. He said, "I don't know him. Why should I admit defeat?"
Mo Feng then took out his weapon. It was an iron rod that emitted faint spiritual power. From the light on the surface, it seemed to be a high-grade mystic class weapon.
"Since you don't know what's good for you, then take this! This time, I specially borrowed my grandfather's weapon. It's a supreme-grade mystic class weapon. Feel the power of the spell formation attached to it! Storm! "
As Mo Feng injected spiritual power into it, a tornado suddenly appeared in the arena, pulling the surrounding spiritual power and things into it. Even the surrounding disciples swayed a little as if they were about to be sucked in.
When Jiang Yu saw this, she immediately set up a barrier to prevent the Primordial Qi from spreading.
Mo Feng looked at the growing tornado with a crazed look in his eyes. He said, "It's equivalent to an attack from a Spirit Controlling State. Yang Li, feel the power of this move. Hahahaha."
Yang Li frowned slightly. Looking at the storm in front of him, he lowered his head slightly. A hint of killing intent flashed in his heart as he let the storm blow on him.
The disciples in the arena were in an uproar. "This Mo Feng actually used a mystic class weapon's spell formation to attack his opponent! How did this kind of person enter the competition! "
"The competition doesn't explicitly state that weapons and spell formations can't be used, but everyone knows this! A competition is just a competition, not a life-and-death battle! "
"Moreover, Yang Li is from the same sect as him! He can even use such an attack on a fellow sect member! Who can guarantee that he won't use a weapon's spell formation to attack others! "
"I strongly request that he be disqualified from participating in the competition! This kind of person doesn't deserve to participate in the competition! "
"Disqualify him from participating in the competition!"
Very soon, many disciples shouted in unison, their voices echoing throughout the arena. Bu Yuntian's face was gloomy as he looked at the storm and the crazy Mo Feng In The Field.
The disciples in the arena couldn't see what was happening in the storm, but they could see that a spell formation appeared on Yang Li's robe, blocking the storm from harming him.
Jiang Yu also saw it, so she didn't stop Mo He. However, her eyes were filled with coldness as she looked at Mo He.
This kind of person was the scum of the Immortal Cultivation World. Although Jiang Yu had a gentle personality, she would never show mercy to someone who deserved to die.
Mo Feng looked at the gradually dissipating storm, and the madness in his eyes intensified. He thought to himself, "Die! If you die, Su Wanqing will be mine! You provoked my brother and dared to provoke the woman that I, Mo Feng, have taken a liking to. Since you provoked me, Mo Feng, this time, I will crush you to pieces! "
"So what if you're a genius? You'll still die in my hands. Ha ha ha!"
The storm gradually dissipated, and Yang Li's figure also began to blur. When the storm completely dissipated, Yang Li raised his head, which had been lowered all this time. Although his face was still calm, his eyes were filled with intense killing intent. He looked at Mo Feng, who was standing rooted to the ground, and said coldly, "I'm sorry, your plan has failed. In that case, it's time for you to pay the price!"
Yang Li walked towards Mo Feng step by step. Mo Feng's eyes were filled with fear as he looked at Yang Li. He staggered and suddenly fell to the ground. While he was still retreating, a voice transmission was transmitted to Yang Li's ears.
"Yang Li can be crippled, but not killed. This is the Grand Competition. Cripple him temporarily, and the sect will deal with it later."
It was Bu Yuntian's voice transmission. After Yang Li heard it, he frowned slightly, and the killing intent in his eyes faded. He said coldly, "Someone said that I can't kill you, so I'll spare your life for now. You can be spared from death, but you can't escape punishment!"
The Crouching Phoenix Lance lifted up and stabbed Mo Feng's left thigh, piercing through it. Blood immediately flowed all over the ground. Mo Feng also let out a howl like a pig being slaughtered. It sounded mournful and pitiful.
All the disciples in the arena looked at this scene coldly, including the disciples in the other three arenas. At this time, they stopped fighting and looked at Arena C with cold eyes.
"The first strike was because you violated the biggest taboo in the Grand Competition! Use the weapon matrix! "
Following that, Yang Li stabbed his right thigh with his spear and said coldly, "The second stab is because you have violated the sect's rules. Killing each other is forbidden within the sect! But you wanted to kill me in front of others! "
"Pfft."
The sound of a spear piercing through flesh was heard again. The next two strikes from Yang Li crippled Mo Feng's arms. He said, "The third strike, the fourth strike. In order to achieve your goal, you used any means necessary to ruin the reputation of the four sects. This is a great crime! How can the reputation of the four sects be tarnished so easily! "
After that, Yang Li put away the Crouching Phoenix Lance. At this time, blood kept flowing out of Mo Feng's wound. A foul smell also came from Mo Feng's lower body, mixed with the smell of blood. It made people feel nauseous. Jiang Yu covered the tip of her nose with spiritual energy, blocking the smell.
Mo Feng's incessant wails echoed throughout the entire arena.
At this time, a person suddenly spoke. His deep voice echoed in the entire arena. "There's another rule in the Grand Competition. If anyone dares to use the powerful matrix of a high-grade weapon, their cultivation will be abolished on the spot!"
At the same time, a divine sense rushed into Mo Feng's mind. Soon, Mo Feng stopped howling and smiled foolishly. His eyes were lifeless as he stared blankly in front of him. No one knew what he was looking at, but he was actually stunned by the divine sense.
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