On the stage, Tiandu stood calmly with a calm face. Outside the field, the disciples watching the battle discussed one after another, what is the matter with this morning wind? Don't you still play? Aren't you afraid of Senior Brother Tiandu, you don't even have the courage to play! What a waste!

Xiaoyao was also off the stage at this time, a little anxious in her heart, what is this little madman doing? The referee on the stage called Chenfeng's name twice, but still no one played.

A disciple in the audience said loudly, Chenfeng's waste is afraid of Senior Brother Tiandu, and he doesn't dare to play. Senior Uncle, just announce that Senior Brother Tiandu has won! That is, the other disciples also spoke, thinking that Chenfeng was afraid of Tiandu and did not dare to fight!

Some disciples said loudly, if you don't play, you will abstain, and the master should announce the result as soon as possible! lest that waste come out and be embarrassed! Xiaoyao roared angrily, Fart!

All the disciples looked at Xiao Yao one after another, and they recognized Xiao Yao as an inner disciple from their clothes. Most of the disciples immediately shut their mouths, and the identity of the inner disciple was much higher than that of the outer disciple. Therefore, ordinary outer disciples will not take the initiative to provoke inner disciples.

However, there are also people who are not afraid of Xiaoyao at all, because they also know some inner disciples. This senior brother, he doesn't dare to play, and he can't let people say a few words? Senior brother is a little too domineering, right?

Xiao Yao snorted coldly, the strength of the little madman is comparable to mine, and like you, I can beat ten! That person's face changed, it is impossible, just rely on that waste! Xiao Yao sneered, if the little madman defeats Tiandu, when the time comes, some people will not even be as good as a waste in their mouths. People who are not even as good as waste, let's get out of the sect early, don't stay in the sect and be embarrassed!

The man's face was ugly, but he didn't dare to speak, if the morning breeze really won the Tiandu, then the person who interfaced would not be able to stay in the door. The referee shouted again, Morrowind was available, and when he saw that no one was on the field, he was about to announce the results of the competition.

At this moment, a long sword shot out from the sky and plunged directly into the stage. Everyone was startled, and they all looked in the direction where the long sword was flying. I saw a purple rainbow approaching in an instant, and a young man slowly walked into the field.

Everyone looked at the young man, it was him! This person was the morning breeze who rushed back to the sect, it seems that I am not late! Xiaoyao said loudly, little madman, come back just right, if you can't win the Tiandu, you will really be a waste! If you win the Tiandu, they will all be waste!

In everyone's hearts, 10,000 brute beasts rushed by, staring at Xiaoyao with unkind eyes. Chenfeng turned his head and looked at the disciples around him, with a smile on his face, then turned his head and looked at his opponent, Senior Brother pleased. Tiandu's eyes are blazing, junior brother, please. At this time, the big man in Tsing Yi on the stage shouted, start!

As soon as Chenfeng beckoned, the green bamboo sword inserted on the stage flew back into Chenfeng's hand. Tiandu took out a medium-grade spiritual weapon, it was a feather fan, and the white feathers exuded bursts of spiritual power! This fan is called Cold Snow, and it can release powerful ice and snow attacks between swings, which can be said to be a very practical spiritual weapon.

Some disciples outside the arena said with a smile, they don't even have a low-grade spiritual weapon, how can they win against Senior Brother Tiandu, isn't this looking for death. Xiao Yao was not worried at all, because he had already discovered that Morrowind's cultivation was no worse than his own. Tiandu cultivates the water system exercises, and with this cold snow fan in his hand, it is even more like a tiger's wings.

The morning breeze did not move, and stood with his sword in hand. The sky on the opposite side looked at it, since the senior brother was waiting for the senior brother to make a move, then I was not welcome, after speaking, with a wave of the feather fan, in an instant, the temperature in the field began to drop.

I saw that in the sky, it began to snow, and in a blink of an eye, I saw that it had been covered with a thick layer of snow, and at this time, the snowflakes in the sky changed and turned into hail, smashing towards the morning wind one after another!

The hail also has sharp ice spikes on top of it, and it is merciless when it comes up. Morrowind moved at this time, and a series of afterimages of the Phantom Trail appeared, dodging the attack of countless hailstones. Morrowind's figure is extremely fast, constantly changing positions on the stage.

Tiandu's divine sense was locked on Morrowind, but his attacks always failed. The morning wind is moving quickly in the ice and snow, the sky is a little anxious, to maintain this field, it consumes spiritual power, in this ice and snow field, he can control everything, the snow on the ground suddenly turned into ice thorns, constantly emerging out.

Chenfeng didn't dare to slack off, and his figure quickly killed Tiandu. The figure changed its position again, came to a place three feet away from Tiandu, jumped up suddenly, purple qi came from the east, and a sword stabbed out, and Tiandu was startled.

With a hurried wave of the feather fan, a cold light struck the long sword, and as long as it was hit, it would immediately freeze into an ice sculpture. The blood-colored light curtain of the morning wind appeared, and the cold light hit the blood-colored light curtain, covering it immediately.

Ruthless swordsmanship, the second style, the clouds see the sun, and the phantom trace is uncertain. Tiandu waved a feather fan in his hand again and again, only to see ice sculptures emerge in the field.

The people outside the arena were shocked that Senior Brother Tiandu was unable to attack Morrowind. Xiao Yao looked at the changes in the field, smiled, looked around, and every disciple who was looked at by Xiao Yao lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Xiao Yao.

Morrowind swirls around the sky, looking for the most suitable opportunity to attack. The heavens are also moving, constantly circling with the morning wind. Morrowind seized an opportunity and stabbed a sword towards the sky.

The sky was shocked, and the figure flew up and hurriedly retreated. The dazzling white light emitted by the cold snow fan in his hand collided with Morrowind's long sword, and the sky flew upside down, but he quickly stabilized his body, and his body churned, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Tiandu didn't expect Morrowind's strength to be so strong, it seems that he can't continue to entangle, his spiritual power is consumed faster than him, if he continues to drag on, he will lose sooner or later, so it's better to gamble.

Tiandu stood in the sky, the feather fan in his hand emitted a dazzling white light, and the spiritual power in his body was constantly injected into it, it was obvious that Tiandu would decide the winner with one move and completely defeat Morrowind.

Seeing this, Chenfeng put away the green bamboo sword and ran the exercises, only to see his hands, bubbling with red blood, his palms were covered with a layer of scale armor, and the spiritual power of his whole body gushed out, gathering on his hands, and he was actually going to resist the sky.

Whether it was the man in Tsing Yi on the stage or the disciples under the stage, they were all dumbfounded. Resisting a medium-grade spiritual weapon is absolutely crazy, really crazy. Xiaoyao was a little worried at this time, little madman, don't you have an accident! I saw the morning breeze in the sky come out with both fists and blast towards the heavenly capital.

Tiandu also waved the feather fan in his hand, and a dazzling white light hit the morning wind. There was an explosion, and a figure vomited blood and flew out. Everyone looked at it, that figure was actually Tiandu!

The spiritual power in the sky slowly dissipated, and there was a layer of hoarfrost on Chenfeng's body, and a trace of blood flowed out of the corner of his mouth. Xiao Yao shouted, little madman, are you okay! The big man on the stage said, Chenfeng wins.

The morning breeze flew outside the field and came to Xiaoyao's side, I was fine, just a little injured. Xiao Yao laughed, little madman, you have a kind, dare to resist the medium-grade spirit weapon! Everyone in the audience was speechless, this madman who doesn't want to die!

Xiao Yao took out an elixir from the storage bag and asked Chenfeng to take it. The morning breeze was not polite, so he meditated and breathed.