Outside the Thunder Pool, there was a hubbub of noise from the crowd of disciples. Nobody noticed that another slender figure had squeezed to the front of the crowd.
Seeing Fan Zisang standing beside the Thunder Pool, Su Li smiled faintly. Fan Zisang's pneuma was extraordinary and his temperament had changed.
"I haven't seen him for a long time. My senior fellow apprentice seems to have developed well."
She smiled and inadvertently glanced at the void behind the two parties in the field. She opened her lips slightly, "Haven't you found the spy of the holy sects?"
Yan Ziye's voice came quickly, "The spy of the holy sects of Leiyuan Sect is extremely secretive and has not contacted with the spies of other holy sects. It is extremely difficult to find him in a short time."
Su Li looked at Fan Zisang and smiled slightly, "Forget it. I have another way. You can leave now. Don't alarm Leiyuan Sect."
"Yes …"
When the pneumas of Yan Ziye and others faded away, Su Li watched the playful fight with great interest.
Whoosh!!
The hawk-nosed young man's eyes were cold. He waved his hands, and the flying swords were divided into sixty-four swords, which penetrated into the Thunder Pool. For a moment, the lightning flashed, and the violent breath shrouded the stone platform.
"Junior Fellow Apprentice Youwang, look at my sixty-four thunder swords!"
He shouted coldly, and changed the gesture again. The sixty-four flying swords seemed to be alive, and each stabbed at the vital parts of Wang Youwang.
It was impossible to hold back in the fight for orthodoxy. The hawk-nosed young man used his killing move!
Clang! Clang! Clang! …
Wang Youwang's expression changed again and again. The flying swords in his hands continued to rotate and danced into a round shield. The huge force hit the round shield, which made him retreat constantly. Soon, he retreated to the edge and was on the verge of collapse.
"Lin Siqing, you're going too far!"
He shouted loudly and emptied his hand. Another oddly shaped magical treasure was brought out and submerged in the lightning pool.
Boom!
A thunder snake swam out of the Thunder Pool and bit Lin Siqing with its big mouth!
Lin Siqing laughed and fought with it crazily, "Just in time! It happens to verify my secret skill of body refining! "
Under the stone platform, Fan Zisang looked tense and worried, "Senior Sister Apprentice, Senior Fellow Apprentice Wang is in a bad situation …"
Standing in front of Fan Zisang, the heroic woman's eyes were sharp. She stared at the white-hot battle in the field and sighed softly. Her voice came into Fan Zisang's ears, "Wang Siqing, the third successor disciple, has already exerted 120% of his strength. I didn't expect that Lin Siqing had been hiding his strength. He is not the fourth successor disciple at all. Now he has revealed his trump card. Even I dare not take it easily. We lost."
Fan Zisang's emotions flowed inexplicably.
Since he got rid of Wang Yu's control, he joined the Leiyuan Sect. With the help of Li Yin, he quickly distinguished himself and was defeated by Immortal Chi Ying, the deputy lord of the sect.
His luck was pretty good this time. Although his master's temperament was cold, he was very affectionate and took good care of his disciples. His senior sisters and brothers were also very good to him.
"Senior Sister …"
Fan Zisang wanted to say something but stopped on second thought. He wanted to say that he had also hidden a lot of strength. Although it was a little worse than that person, it was not much worse.
But would that work?
At present, they had lost one game. In the remaining two games, neither he nor his senior sister could win against that person. Fan Zisang looked at the side face of his senior sister apprentice. Although she didn't show disappointment, he could feel her strong unwillingness.
"You don't have to worry. Even if our master loses, we will be excluded from the sect at most. "
The heroic woman transmitted the sound. She turned her head and smiled slightly, "There are countless big regions in Qingshui Circle. I don't believe that there is no place for us."
"Okay!"
Fan Zisang nodded hard and responded, but he felt bitter in his heart.
He knew that his senior sister apprentice was just comforting him.
Without the protection of the sect, how could the Leiyuan Sect let them leave Jiuzhou Region alive? At that time … there would be a bloody battle!
He suddenly looked up at the indifferent white-haired man on the opposite side. The white-haired man sensed Fan Zisang's gaze, turned his head and showed a faint smile.
An obscure pressure came over. Fan Zisang's face changed slightly. He snorted coldly and waved his hand to easily disperse the man's deterrence.
The white-haired man was slightly stunned. He immediately shook his head with a smile and looked back at the stone platform.
The heroic woman who wanted to protect her junior fellow apprentice was surprised when she saw this scene, "Junior Fellow Apprentice, you?"
Fan Zisang smiled and said regardless of the objection of the jade token, "Senior Sister Apprentice, how about leaving the first inherited disciple to me?"
The heroic woman was stunned. She looked at the junior fellow apprentice who had just joined the sect for a few years but was already very familiar with her. She felt strange for a moment.
"Senior Sister Apprentice, believe me this time! If I can defeat him, all the difficulties can be easily solved. "
Fan Zisang made a decision in his heart. He no longer hesitated and persuaded her again.
The heroic woman's heartbeat accelerated slightly, and her beautiful eyes widened, "Are you … really sure?"
She had just seen that the skill of her junior fellow apprentice was extremely inconsistent with the strength he showed.
"I can't guarantee it."
Fan Zisang smiled bitterly, but the heroic woman smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "I'm no match for him. Since you want to have a try, go there! Master is behind us, and we don't have to worry about our safety. Don't feel too much pressure this time. Just take it as a chance to verify your cultivation, understand? "
Hearing the senior sister apprentice's exhortation, Fan Zisang felt warm in his heart. He nodded gently, but he was more determined to use that skill.
"Bastard! Do you still recognize me as your master? If you use that skill in front of others, it will definitely cause countless troubles, and no one can protect you! "
Fan Zisang took a deep breath, calmed down, and responded in his consciousness,
"Senior Li, if I can't win the orthodoxy of Leiyuan Sect, I will face endless pursuit. I don't know whether I can survive or not. Is there any difference between using it or not?"
The jade token was speechless for a while. After a long time, a sigh came out, and there was no response.
"Puff!"
The thunder snake's head was cut by countless flying swords, and it collapsed.
Wang Youwang's face suddenly turned pale. He spat blood from his mouth and flew down the stone platform. The heroic woman hurriedly stepped forward to catch her junior fellow apprentice who fell down, and said sternly, "We admit defeat!"
After that, Lin Siqing, who was ready to rush down the stage, stopped and turned to leave the stage unwillingly.
The task given to him by his senior fellow apprentice was to kill Wang Youwang completely. He didn't expect that Wang Youwang's strength was ordinary, but his life-saving ability was quite good, so he escaped.
"In the first round, the Fenguang lineage wins."
The First Elder announced the result expressionlessly, and looked at Fan Zisang with a trace of pity in his eyes.
But it was just a trace.
Every time the lord of the sect changed, there was always a bloody purge. He had lived for more than 3,000 years, and such a scene had been common to him, so he didn't feel emotional.
"Today, the Zhongjian lineage is doomed to be eliminated."
He thought in his heart, looked at the Fenguang lineage, and said loudly, "In the second round …"
The white-haired man waved his hand, and the short young man standing beside him immediately stepped on the stone platform. He stared at Fan Zisang and said aggressively, "Ding Fan, the fifth inherited disciple of the Fenguang lineage, please give me some advice!"
Before he finished his words, he saw the heroic woman beside Fan Zisang suddenly jump onto the stage with a heavy sword in her hand in front of her. The sword was surrounded by silver light, exuding a breathtaking killing intent, and her eyes were shining.
"I'll fight with you!"
Ding Fan was stunned instantly.
What was this?!
Wu Lin, the second inherited disciple, could beat ten of him with one hand!
Whoosh!
Seeing Wu Lin's hands making a gesture, and the heavy flying sword made a loud sound, Ding Fan was shocked. He didn't care about his face anymore and shouted, "I give up! I give up! "
"Hahahaha …"
There was a burst of laughter among the onlookers. Although it was a rational move for Ding Fan to give up, how could it not make people laugh when they saw the superior inherited disciple in such a mess?
Ding Fan returned to the white-haired man, and his face had already turned red. As a genius of the sect, when had he been so humiliated?
"Well, since the Zhongjian lineage doesn't forget to humiliate us before its death, I don't need to be merciful."
The white-haired man stood up, and his calm voice came into Ding Fan's ears. Ding Fan was suddenly refreshed, and got rid of the distracting thoughts. He looked at the back of the white-haired man slowly walking to the stone platform with admiration in his eyes.
"Coming!"
Fan Zisang took a deep breath, and was about to go forward, when he suddenly heard a sigh.
"Don't force yourself. I don't want to lose any disciple."
Fan Zisang felt sad, but he completely calmed down. He walked to the stone platform and stared at the smiling white-haired man.
"I'll be your opponent!"
Huh?
Su Li looked at the white-haired man in the platform, and suddenly made a slight sound.
"This person has the pneuma of the Divine Thunder of the Five Elements, but it seems to be the same, with a trace of falsehood."
"That is the fake Divine Thunder. If I am right, it is the white thunder of the fake Divine Thunder. This person can get the mark of the white thunder, so he has a good talent in the thunder circle."
Black Lotus's voice came at the right time, "The Leiyuan Sect can breed the mark of the white thunder. Maybe it can further evolve your Divine Thunder of Earth. This trip is worthwhile."
Su Li nodded gently. After she repeatedly violated the test of thunder, the Divine Thunder of Earth in her body also bred a trace of the pneuma of the Divine Thunder of Gold. But because the energy of the thunder was not enough, it was not mature enough.
While she was thinking, the fight had begun on the platform, which caused many disciples to exclaim.
"Fan Zisang, the sixth inherited disciple, can actually survive dozens of moves from the First Senior Fellow Apprentice without showing any sign of defeat!"
"Even the second inherited disciple is no better than him, right?"
"No wonder the Zhongjian Branch temporarily changed disciples before. It turns out that Fan Zisang is the trump card of their branch!"
"However, the First Senior Fellow Apprentice is the favored one who got the mark of the ancestral thunder! Even if Fan Zisang's performance is extraordinary, I am afraid that he is no match for the First Senior Fellow Apprentice! "
…
Swish!
Fan Zisang's body movement was strange. He teleported to another place, and a thunder hole suddenly appeared where he was. Countless white thunderbolts spread along the stone cracks, and gravel splashed.
If the stones beside the thunder pool hadn't been tempered by thunderbolts all year round, they would have been completely destroyed.
Fan Zisang controlled the heavy sword to block in front of him. He gasped violently, trying to ease half of his paralyzed body.
"Compared with ordinary thunderbolts, the paralysis of the ancestral thunder is too strong. My Xuanlei Sword can't block it at all."
"Give up. You are no match for me."
In the white thunderbolts, the white-haired man walked over, like a son of god bathed in the thunder, "You have been in the sect for only one year, but your cultivation has made rapid progress. You have reached Yuanying Realm. You are a good seedling. Why don't you turn to the light and join my Fenguang Branch?"
Fan Zisang's eyes became sharp, "No way!"
The white-haired man stopped smiling, and his voice was still indifferent, "In this case, I can't let you live."
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