Mo Tingfeng's strength has reached the tenth level of the Condensation Realm, compared to Yan Wentao's eightfold Condensation Realm, he makes a judgment from a high level.

Although Ling Feng did bring back a lot of powerful martial arts, in just a few days, these disciples didn't have time to master them at all, after all, not everyone had the ability to defy the heavens like the Heavenly Dao Eye.

The two of them came to the stage, but in just three moves, Mo Tingfeng kicked Yan Wentao to the ground, and the sword blade swung, one after another sword qi was vertical and horizontal, so that Yan Wentao could only roll on the ground to avoid Mo Tingfeng's stormy attack.

Ling Feng shook his head, suddenly got up, and raised his voice: "This time, I ask the Immortal Sect to admit defeat! Yan Wentao, you come down!"

"Oh?"

On the stage, Namo listened to the wind and stood with his sword closed, and a hint of banter hung on the corner of his mouth, "Ask the waste of the Immortal Sect, do you want to admit defeat?"

Yan Wentao clenched his fists, got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked back at Ling Feng, gritted his teeth and said, "Master, I know that you are for my good, but in this battle, I will not admit defeat!"

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes flashed with a hint of appreciation.

Maybe Yan Wentao's talent is indeed not very good, but his perseverance is worthy of admiration.

"Good. Ling Feng nodded, asking the Immortal Sect to have such a disciple, and also asking the blessing of the Immortal Sect.

"Hahaha......"

Cao Tailai, the sect leader of the Liuyun Sword Sect, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Listen to the wind, you will leave a little affection for the disciples of the Immortal Sect, don't slap your face, hahahaha......"

"Yes, sir!"

A hint of cunning flashed in Namo's eyes, and Cao Tai said don't slap his face, in fact, he really hinted that he must humiliate the disciple of the Immortal Sect fiercely.

"The game continues!"

With a shout from the head of Tianyun Dao, Mo Tingfeng's sword blade swung away again, and one after another sword qi swept through the sky, just by looking at his face, he trampled Yan Wentao under his feet.

Mo Tingfeng stepped on Yan Wentao's cheek and laughed fiercely, "How is it?"

"Don't admit defeat! Don't admit defeat! I will never admit defeat!"

Yan Wentao gritted his teeth and tried to break Mo Tingfeng's feet, but he couldn't shake the other party at all.

The gap between the two veins made Yan Wentao have no room to parry in the hands of Mo Tingfeng.

"Abominable ......"

Elder Yao clenched his fists tightly, and seeing his disciples being bullied like this, he was so angry that he trembled all over.

"It doesn't matter. Ling Feng was not angry but happy, and said lightly: "Look at Yan Wentao's eyes, don't worry." In less than a year, those who are trampled under their feet will be Mo Tingfeng!"

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Yan Wentao was treated like a sandbag, and he was kicked around in the ring fiercely, asking the side of the Immortal Sect, and he was filled with righteous indignation, while the disciples of the Liuyun Sword Sect were greatly moved.

You asked, wasn't the head of the Immortal Sect very arrogant just now?

really went to the ring and asked the disciples of the Immortal Sect, it was not still blood-tortured!

Yan Wentao was abused for about a quarter of an hour, and in the end, Mo Tingfeng felt that there was no need to waste too much true qi and physical strength, so he kicked him out of the ring, and this time it was regarded as the victory of the Liuyun Sword Sect.

The first victory at the beginning of the door made the arrogance of the Liuyun Sword Sect extremely arrogant.

Several disciples hurriedly helped Yan Wentao back, although this guy was beaten and his nose was blue and his face was swollen, but he didn't have much loss, but smiled at Ling Feng: "Master, did you see it? I didn't admit defeat!"

"Hmm. Ling Feng nodded, patted Yan Wentao's shoulder gently, and a strong true qi crossed into Yan Wentao's body, which immediately lifted his spirits.

"Momentary strength and weakness don't mean anything. Cultivate well, and it won't take long for the other party to beat you back! Martial artists, you can be defeated, but you must not admit defeat!"

Ling Feng didn't hide his appreciation, talent is one thing, and heart is the ultimate.

I believe that with those high-level martial arts and cultivation techniques that I brought back, in a year and a half, with Yan Wentao's heart, he will definitely be reborn!

"Humph!"

On the ring, Mo Tingfeng looked arrogant, glanced at the disciples of the Immortal Sect with disdain, shook his head and said, "Vulnerable!"

"Hahaha, Senior Brother Mo is mighty!"

"I think Senior Brother Mo can defeat all the vulnerable guys in the Immortal Sect if he makes a move!"

"Hahaha......"

Next, Namo listened to the wind and continued to rotate the Heavenly Chosen Compass, and defeated three disciples of the Immortal Sect and one disciple of the Qiankun Sect in a row, and finally lost to a disciple of the Qiankun Sect due to lack of physical strength.

At this time, the Asking Immortal Sect has lost four times in a row, and there is no victory!

With such sobriety, not only the Liuyun Sword Sect, but even the sect master of the Qiankun Sect shook his head.

It seems that if the disciples of the Immortal Sect fight, I am afraid that the whole army will be wiped out.

In the ring, the disciples rotated.

Whether it is the Qiankun Sect or the Liuyun Sword Sect, there are occasional victories and defeats, and the only way to ask the Immortal Sect is to lose seven times in a row!

Those disciples of the eightfold condensation realm, when they meet the ninth, tenfold disciples of the condensation realm, there is basically no suspense about the outcome of the victory.

The only disciple of the Immortal Sect who asked was lucky, and he met an opponent of the same level as himself, but unfortunately the opponent's fast sword still defeated him and kicked him out of the ring.

"Ask the disciples of the Immortal Sect, it's really vulnerable!"

On the stage was a disciple of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, and laughed and said, "If the Immortal Sect has lost seven in a row, I suggest that you should obediently withdraw from the competition." Among the three sects, the Immortal Sect should be removed!"

"Hahahaha, what do you ask the Immortal Sect, it's better to call the Turtle King Eight Sects, anyway, you will only be beaten!"

"That's it, seven consecutive defeats, shame!"

"Where did all that arrogance go just now? It turns out that they are all a bunch of wrecks!"

All kinds of discussions, insulting voices, filled the audience, asking the disciples of the Immortal Sect to tremble with anger one by one, but the record is in front of them, seven consecutive defeats!

No matter how angry they are, they don't even have the capital to scold.

And the only ones who can stay calm are Ling Feng and Lin Xian'er.

Under the gaze of everyone, the disciple of the Cloud Sword Sect slowly turned the Heavenly Chosen Compass, and as the golden light flashed, the final number was determined.

C10!

C10 is Lin Xian'er's number.

"Next, may I ask Lin Xian'er of the Immortal Sect to come to the stage to fight!"

"Finally, it's my turn?" Lin Xian'er sat behind Ling Feng all the time, silent.

She saw everything in her eyes just now, and asked the Immortal Sect's seven consecutive defeats, which could be nailed to the pillar of shame.

However, the losing streak will stop at her.

"Xian'er, it's up to you. Ling Feng smiled faintly, having complete confidence in Lin Xian'er.

Not to mention seven consecutive defeats, even if it was nine consecutive defeats, Ling Feng absolutely believed that Lin Xian'er was enough to turn things around.

Tianzi protégé, it's not just casual talk!

"Leave it to me. Lin Xian'er turned around and smiled at Ling Feng.

All along, it was Ling Feng who was helping her, and now, it was time for her to repay herself.