Although Luo Yinghuai and Yun Xinrong competed against each other on the surface, full of gunpowder, everyone could hear the contempt for Chi'an Lingfu between the two of them, especially Luo Yinghuai's last sentence, which meant that he could defeat all the disciples of Chi'an Lingfu with only his Tianluomen, which made the faces of the elders of Chi'an Lingfu even more ugly.

"Luo Cheng, you are the youngest, let you go up and take the lead, your subordinates should pay attention to proportion, focus on learning and communicating, and of course, don't lose the face of my Tianluomen. Luo Yinghuai turned his head and said to a young man behind him, the tone of the last few words was deliberately aggravated, obviously with special meaning.

"Don't worry, Great Elder, I understand!"

The young man who was named looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, and after bowing his hand to Luo Yinghuai slightly, he saw that he was slightly lifted, and his spiritual power was running under his feet, and the whole person jumped up from his seat, and landed steadily in the open space in the middle of the main hall, with his hands behind his back, and his provocative gaze swept towards the seat of the disciple of Chi'an Lingfu: "In Luomonluo City, Lower Heaven, sixteen years old, I don't know which one in your mansion came up to instruct?"

The elders of the Chi'an Spirit Mansion felt the aura of spiritual power released by Luo Cheng's body, and they all frowned, because although this Luo Cheng was only sixteen years old, his strength had actually reached the first grade of the Gathering Spirit Realm, and the disciples of the sixteen-year-old generation in their Chi'an Spirit Mansion were only the strength of the eighth grade of the Spirit Realm, and if they were sent up by the same age, it would be impossible for them to win by half a point.

What the elders couldn't accept the most was that the strength of this Luo Cheng was not the best among the disciples of all the sect forces, and the disciples sent by the Tianluo Sect to take the lead were not the most powerful, and they were completely contemptuous of the Chi'an Ling Mansion!

Luo Cheng waited for a while, but there was no movement on the side of the Chi'an Lingfu, and none of the disciples took the initiative to stand up to fight, and the elders also looked at each other, not knowing what to do, if they sent disciples of the same age up, there was no possibility of winning, but if they sent older ones to fight, they would also be laughed at, which made them feel embarrassed for a while.

The atmosphere in the main hall gradually became delicate, the smile on Luo Cheng's face had obviously taken on a sarcastic color, and the faces of the people of the major sect forces also showed mocking smiles, if they continued to be silent like this, it would be tantamount to cowardice without a fight, and before the discussion officially began, the face of the Chi'an Lingfu would be lost.

Si Congyang's face changed for a while, and finally he gritted his teeth and made a decision, turned his head and beckoned to a young man: "Han Zhiwen, you go up to fight!"

"Elder Si, but Han Zhiwen's age ......" The other elders looked at Si Congyang one after another, with hesitation in their words.

Si Congyang's face turned cold, and he said in a deep voice: "Then what do you mean, do you want my Chi'an Ling Mansion to retreat without a fight?"

Hearing this, all the elders sighed slightly and said no more.

"Elder Si, don't worry, in this first competition, I will definitely win the first battle for our Spirit Mansion!" Han Zhiwen stood up from his seat, and after promising Si Congyang with confidence, he also jumped out and stood in front of Luo Cheng.

"Han Zhiwen, a disciple of Chi'an Lingfu, please advise!"

As soon as Han Zhiwen came on the field, there was a burst of laughter from the seats of the major sect forces, because they all noticed that Han Zhiwen's age looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old, so much older than Luo Cheng, but his spiritual power cultivation was also a product of the Gathering Spirit Realm, and he bullied the small with the big, even if the Chi'an Lingfu won this time, it was not very glorious.

"Hehe, needless to say, I will definitely refer to you, brother. Luo Cheng said with a chuckle, deliberately biting the word "senior brother" a little heavier, and his eyes when he looked at Han Zhiwen were full of mockery.

"Hmph! You are so arrogant at a young age, let me teach you how to behave!"

In the face of Luo Cheng's taunt, Han Zhiwen was suddenly furious, let out a low shout, and the spiritual power around his body gushed out, wrapped around his right fist, and blasted straight out with a blatant momentum!

"Huh...... I'll be with you!"

Luo Cheng sneered, he also didn't use any spiritual skills, mobilized his spiritual power to gather on his fist, and hit Han Zhiwen's fist.

"Bang!"

However, just when the two fists were about to collide together, the corners of Luo Cheng's mouth hooked, and he suddenly turned his fist into a palm, and his palm and fist collided together, making a dull sound, and then Luo Cheng's palm held Han Zhiwen's fist, and flipped it upwards violently, accompanied by a crisp "click", the bone at Han Zhiwen's wrist was directly broken.

"Uhh......hh

Han Zhiwen suddenly let out a roar of pain, but Luo Cheng didn't let him go, his palm reached forward, grabbed Han Zhiwen's forearm and twisted it around, instantly making him lose his balance, and then took the opportunity to pull back, and at the same time, the spiritual power of his right fist was entangled, and it was quickly swung out with heavy force, smashed into Han Zhiwen's abdomen, and fell deeply.

"Bang!"

The moment the fist fell, Han Zhiwen's face suddenly became pale as paper, he snorted heavily, and his body flew backwards, and after a few laps in mid-air, he fell heavily to the ground, struggling painfully on the ground, and a painful moan came out of his mouth.

I saw that his right fist was folded upwards from his wrist, and the back of his hand was almost in contact with his forearm, revealing Senbai's bones, but fortunately it did not hurt the blood vessels, otherwise the picture would be even more miserable, and there were bursts of severe pain in the abdomen.

Han Zhiwen struggled on the ground for a long time, and finally stood up trembling and half-kneeling, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he looked at the white bones exposed on his right wrist with a frightened face, raised his left hand and pointed at Luo Cheng in front of him, just wanted to say something, only to feel a burst of blood churning in his chest and abdomen, and spit out a bloody arrow with a "poof", his eyes rolled upward, and the whole person's body fell forward, completely fainting.

"Han Zhiwen!"

"Senior Brother Han!"

The two disciples of the Chi'an Spirit Mansion quickly rushed out and came to Han Zhiwen's side, looking at the tragic situation on his right wrist, they all frowned, and one of the young men who was about the same age as Han Zhiwen raised his head suddenly, raised his hand and pointed at Luo Cheng and said angrily: "It's just a fight, as for such a heavy hand?"

"Heavy-handed?"

Luo Cheng spread his hands, looked very innocent, looked around and said: "The competition just now is in the eyes of everyone here, it is this senior brother of the Chi'an Lingfu who does not use spiritual skills, and I also did not use any spiritual skills, but I didn't expect that the body and bones of the disciples of your mansion are so fragile, just a simple face, this senior brother broke his arm and vomited blood and fell into a coma, how can it be said that I am heavy-handed?"

"You!!" The young man was even more angry, but his strength was not as good as Han Zhiwen, and he was not the opponent of this Luo Cheng at all, and his face was ugly for a while.

"Forget it, Meng Shen, come back......" Si Congyang said in a loud voice.

After the young man who was called Meng Shen glared at Luo Cheng fiercely, he could only give up, and the other person lifted Han Zhiwen up and returned to the front of the seat.

"Elder Si, Senior Brother Han's right hand is probably useless, even if the bones are connected, it will be difficult to withstand too much strength in the future......" A disciple frowned and looked at Si Congyang in front of him and said.

Si Congyang's face was also extremely ugly, but he could only sigh heavily, waved and said, "Take him to heal first......

In the center of the main hall, Luo Cheng arched his hand to the surroundings, and did not intend to end the game, but continued to stand with his hands down, he didn't even use the spiritual skills in the battle just now, there was almost no consumption, his eyes looked in the direction of the disciple seat of the Chi'an Lingfu, and he smiled with a slightly arrogant smile: "Which other senior brother and sister of the Chi'an Lingfu will come to teach next?"

Luo Cheng's words directly pointed out "senior brother and sister", deliberately satirizing the age of the disciples sent by the Chi'an Lingfu.

"Hehe, this Tianluomen kid is still arrogant, and he really thinks of himself as a character!" a young disciple of the Lumen Sect sneered and mocked.

"It's no wonder, it's really that this disciple of the Chi'an Spirit Mansion is too weak, and he is two years older and has been lost by someone in one move, it's ridiculous!" the other disciple pouted with some disdain.

Han Zhiwen and Luo Cheng are also cultivators of the first grade of the Gathering Spirit Realm, but they failed to go through two rounds, and they were directly defeated and ended up in such a miserable end, which made the disciples of the Chi'an Spirit Mansion feel a chill in their hearts, and no one dared to take the initiative to play.

After a long time of not seeing anyone play, the smile on Luo Cheng's face became even more arrogant, and he grinned and mocked: "Could it be that the huge Chi'an Ling Mansion is actually a few shrunken-headed turtles, and no one dares to come on the field to teach the younger brother?"

Hearing Luo Cheng's words, there was also a roar of laughter from the seats of the major sect forces.

"Bah! This little fart kid is simply too rampant, look at my sister, I won't beat him all over the ground to find teeth!"

"Senior Sister Ye, let's let me go, the strength of this Luo City is a product of the Gathering Spirit Realm, we have already sent someone older than him, now if you go up again, you will really be ridiculed by those sects, it is more appropriate for me to go!" Yu Haoran said.

Ye Qiongying wanted to say something more, but Si Congyang on the side also spoke up and stopped her words: "What Yu Haoran said is reasonable. ”

Then Si Congyang looked at Yu Haoran again: "You are equal to Naluo City's strength, you can hold this second-order formation pattern long sword, win this competition happily, and give Chi'an Lingfu a little face back, go!"

Qin Li turned his head to see that the formation pattern long sword that Si Congyang handed over to Yu Haoran was one of the congratulatory gifts brought by Ning Wan'er before, and he glanced at the formation pattern on the long sword lightly, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Elder Si, don't worry, I will definitely be able to win!" Yu Haoran nodded heavily, took the formation pattern long sword, and came to Luo Cheng's face.

"Chi'an Lingfu Yu Haoran, please advise!" Yu Haoran pointed the long sword in his hand at Luo Cheng opposite.

Luo Cheng smiled and sneered: "Yo! there is a sword-wielder, then let me see that with the formation pattern sword in your hand, you can support a few more moves under my hands!"

"Arrogance!"

Yu Haoran snorted coldly, and the long sword in his hand flashed a sword flower and stabbed towards Luo Cheng.

(End of chapter)