All the Tai Sheng branch disciples naturally coveted the Golden Phoenix Cyan Rainbow Pill.
However, no one rashly went up because they all had some understanding of Feng Yifei.
Spirit planet was right next to Tai Sheng branch. As the proud disciple of Spirit Planet's Head Elder Zheng Lou, Feng Yifei's talent was extremely powerful. It wasn't something that ordinary geniuses could compare to.
"Feng Yifei, let me experience your strength!"
At this moment, a bald youth walked out from behind an Elder of the Grand Prosperity Division, his aura surging like a rainbow.
This person wore a green robe and was nine feet tall. He was tall and muscular, as if he was from a different race.
His tall figure gave off a powerful sense of oppression.
"I know you, Cao Long!" Feng Yifei looked at the bald youth and said with a smile, but his eyes were filled with disdain.
He had a good understanding of the geniuses of the Tai Sheng branch. No one at the same level was a match for him.
Daoist Tianhua and Elder Jin Wu sized up the bald youth, Cao Long, and nodded inwardly. This person was a peak existence among the Tai Sheng branch's advanced grade-eight disciples. He indeed had the strength to fight Feng Yifei.
"Make your move!"
Cao Long stopped three thousand feet in front of Feng Yifei. Light flashed in his hand, and a huge saber that was three meters long appeared, shining with golden light.
"Cao Long, I heard that your saber can cut through all techniques. No one at the same level can block seven of your saber strikes. I want to see if your saber is worthy of its reputation." Feng Yifei didn't make the first move, and his lips curled into a faint sneer.
He was filled with confidence. This time, he would definitely make a great contribution and win a large source stone mine for Spirit Planet.
At that time, his status in Spirit Planet would rise greatly, and the rewards he would receive would be immeasurable.
"Then take my saber!"
Cao Long didn't waste any time and raised the huge saber in his hand high up.
In an instant, the wind and clouds changed. There seemed to be countless sharp blades crisscrossing in the void, slicing countless marks in the air.
This was a law!
The powerful law of saber was similar to the law of metal!
However, this was a space formed by the power of the formation. The strength of the space was greater than that of the outside world and wouldn't shatter.
"Open!" With a roar, Cao Long gripped the saber with both hands and slashed down. In an instant, a golden saber image over three thousand meters long slashed toward Feng Yifei's head.
This slash was extremely domineering. Its power was incomparably tyrannical, and its sharpness was astonishing.
Seeing the power of Cao Long's move, many elders of the Tai Sheng branch secretly nodded. Even Daoist Tianhua and Exalted Jin were secretly impressed.
"Not bad!"
Seeing this, Su Mo thought to himself. Although this person's cultivation was at Lower Eighth Level, the strength of this blow was comparable to that of a Lower Ninth Level Martial Artist, maybe even stronger.
This person's battle prowess was much stronger than the person who possessed the Law of Ice that he had killed previously.
However, Feng Yifei's master, Elder Zheng Lou, wore a faint smile on his face and had a carefree expression on his face.
The person in question, Feng Yifei, did not panic at all.
Just as the powerful saber image was about to strike Feng Yifei, Feng Yifei waved his sleeves and the powerful saber image immediately stopped, unable to advance any further.
Then, Feng Yifei slapped his palm, and the powerful blade shadow immediately collapsed, vanishing into thin air.
"Eh?"
Seeing this, Su Mo was slightly surprised. This was because Feng Yifei had also used the Law of Solidification.
This Law was exactly the same as the one used by the Upper Ninth Level Martial Artist who had tried to kill him previously.
However, this Feng Yifei's Law of Solidification was far weaker than the one who had tried to kill him previously, or perhaps it was much weaker.
"So strong?" Seeing this, Cao Long's eyes narrowed, and his heart sank.
As for Daoist Tianhua, Exalted Jin, and the other elders of the Tai Sheng branch, their faces darkened. This Feng Yifei's strength was indeed not simple.
"Cao Long, go all out. Otherwise, you don't even have the right to make me take you seriously!" Feng Yifei said with a cold smile.
"Take my remaining six slashes!"
Cao Long took a deep breath, and the Source Force of the gold property in his body boiled. He attacked again, and the war saber in his hand violently slashed. The saber Qi swept across the sky, and the saber radiance shone brightly in the sky.
This time, Cao Long did not stop. He displayed the remaining six slashes in one go, and each slash was stronger than the previous one.
This was a saber technique that he had created himself. There were only seven moves, and as he continued to display them, their power grew stronger and stronger.
However, facing Cao Long's frenzied attacks, Feng Yifei remained calm. His powerful Solidification Law of Solidification enveloped the space around him, and all the attacks seemed to be frozen.
Meanwhile, Feng Yifei's hands moved in unison, and palm prints flew everywhere. In a breath's time, he had shattered all the attacks, appearing incomparably elegant.
"Cao Long, your seven slashes are only so-so!" Feng Yifei's old-fashioned expression did not change, but the mockery at the corner of his mouth was obvious.
At that moment, all the elders of the Tai Sheng branch had ugly expressions on their faces. Feng Yifei's strength was clearly stronger than Cao Long's.
Cao Long's momentum had been exhausted, and his defeat was almost certain.
"It won't be easy for you to defeat me!" Cao Long roared angrily, and once again attacked Feng Yifei with his saber.
However, Cao Long's strength was still far from Feng Yifei's, and it was impossible for him to win.
Feng Yifei no longer blindly defended, but also took the initiative to attack. His powerful Solidification Law of Solidification froze everything, and Cao Long's attack and body became like a quagmire.
Then, Feng Yifei consecutively threw out a few palms, and easily defeated Cao Long.
"I wonder who else in the Tai Sheng branch is willing to fight?"
Feng Yifei, who had won, was extremely imposing. Although his face was calm, the arrogance in his eyes was unparalleled.
He was confident that in the Tai Sheng branch, no one in the same rank as him was his match.
As for the people from the other branches, they would not challenge him, as they were all here to fight with the Tai Sheng branch.
The group of elders of the Tai Sheng branch looked at the arrogant Feng Yifei, and their hearts were filled with admiration. Feng Yifei's strength was indeed unrivalled in the same rank, and he was indeed the disciple of the First Elder of the Spirit Star, Zheng Lou.
"I wonder if Ling Chang can defeat him?" Su Mo secretly guessed. He was a Lower Rank Nine Martial Artist, and naturally, he could not fight, but Ling Chang could.
However, although he had merged his Primordial Spirit with Ling Chang's and her talent was already very exceptional, he did not know how strong her Law Power was.
After all, at this level, if the Law Power was too weak, unless one had an absolute advantage in other aspects, they would not be able to win.
However, thinking of Ling Chang's memories of her previous life, her Law Power must be extremely strong.
Swoosh!
"Feng Yifei, I will fight with you!"
At that moment, another genius from the Tai Sheng branch went up. This person was a skinny young man in a green shirt. The moment he went up, three types of Primordial Soul Powers flashed. He was actually a Three-Life Primordial Soul Demon.
"You, can't do it!"
Feng Yifei lightly shook his head. Immediately after, he immediately attacked. The solidified Law enveloped the space, and palm prints flew, mighty and powerful.
This skinny young man seemed to be slightly stronger than Cao Long, but he was still not Feng Yifei's match.
The two fought for five breaths of time, and the winner was clear. The skinny young man was attacked until he spat out blood and retreated.
"Continue!"
After Feng Yifei defeated the skinny young man, he looked around and his aura became even stronger.
He wanted to defeat all the geniuses of the same rank in the Tai Sheng branch, or at least defeat the Tai Sheng branch. This way, his name would be known throughout Tai Sheng Star, and he would also be able to win a large Dawn Stone Mine for the Spirit Star.
The consecutive defeats of two geniuses didn't convince the disciples of the Tai Sheng branch. Next, three more people went up, but the result was a crushing defeat.
"Haha, is there anyone else in the Tai Sheng branch who is willing to fight? If there isn't, then I, the Spirit Star, will accept the large high-grade Dawn Stone Mine!" Feng Yifei said with a smile.
The geniuses of the Tai Sheng branch all had ugly expressions, but they knew that they couldn't defeat Feng Yifei.
Moreover, Feng Yifei didn't seem to have used his full strength, so they didn't know what level his true battle strength had reached.
"The Tai Sheng branch really doesn't have a single decent disciple!"
Behind a chief elder of another branch, a handsome young man in a silver robe sneered. At this moment, it was extremely ear-piercing.
"Zang Renjie, what do you mean by this?"
A cold voice suddenly sounded out. The person who spoke was Qiu Yuanshan. He looked at the silver-robed young man with a cold gaze.
"I said that your Tai Sheng branch doesn't have any decent disciples. Qiu Yuanshan, are you not convinced?" The silver-robed young man said with a cold smile. He knew Qiu Yuanshan. After all, the other branches were not far away from him.
"Zang Renjie, I hope that your tone and reputation are as good as your strength. Otherwise, you won't doubt your life!" Qiu Yuanshan said loudly, his eyes surging with battle intent.
This Zang Renjie had a cultivation of the lower ninth level like him. He was known as the strongest genius in the Qinghua branch in the last ten thousand years. Some people even boasted that his battle strength was unparalleled in the ten or so branches nearby.
Therefore, Qiu Yuanshan was not convinced at all.
"Doubt your life?"
Zang Renjie was stunned when he heard this. Then, a warm smile appeared on his face. He said, "Very good. I like to beat up arrogant people."
"Enough!"
At this moment, Daoist Tianhua scolded. Then, he looked around and asked loudly, "Which disciple is willing to challenge Feng Yifei?"
The whole place was silent. No one dared to challenge him because no one had the confidence.
Then, many elders of the Tai Sheng branch, including Daoist Tianhua, looked at Ling Shang.
This was Jin Wushang's new disciple. Her cultivation was also at the upper eighth level. How strong was she?
However, to be accepted as a disciple by Jin Wushang, she was definitely not simple.
"Xuan Qing, if you can defeat Feng Yifei, I will reward you handsomely!" Jin Wushang said in a deep voice. He was also looking forward to Ling Shang's battle strength.
"Yes!"
Ling Shang, who was wearing a blue velvet dress, nodded calmly.
Originally, she did not want to fight because she did not want to be in the limelight. She only wanted to cultivate in peace. However, her master had asked her to come and fight. She could not refuse.
Then, Ling Shang walked slowly towards Feng Yifei.
"What a beautiful girl!"
Feng Yifei's eyes lit up as he sized Ling Shang up. The geniuses of the other branches were also staring at her.
They had already noticed Ling Shang standing behind Jin Wushang. She was Jin Wushang's disciple.
However, Ling Shang had not fought yet, so they did not know how strong she was.
"Junior Sister, you are so beautiful, and I have always been protective of the fairer sex. I'm afraid that I might hurt you if I'm not careful!" Feng Yifei looked at the graceful Ling Chang as a faint smile appeared on his rigid face.
Ling Shang stopped thousands of feet away from him and looked at him expressionlessly. She did not speak.
"How about this? If you can take three moves from me, you will win!" Feng Yifei continued. The girl before him was so beautiful that he could not hurt her.
Of course, he would control his attack according to his opponent's strength. Three moves would be enough to win.
"You are very annoying. If you can take one move from me, you will win!" Ling Shang finally spoke. A cold light flashed in her hand as a long, snow-white sword appeared.
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