You must know that Fang Tianyou has learned the Fengyun Thousand Heavy Sword, not to mention in the Xinghua Temple, even if it is placed in the Guanghua Temple, it can be called the top powerhouse of the younger generation, if it weren't for the hall master's precautions, he would have already let him understand the Fang family's Fengyun Thousand Heavy Sword, it would be difficult for him to defeat it.

A disciple from the Ethereal Cloud Valley, can he still be stronger than Fang Tianyou?

Not only him, but even the people in the audience from the Xinghua Temple Holy Cultivator lost their minds in an instant.

Witnessing Fang Tianyou's fiasco, everyone's hearts fell into the ice valley, and even those who were originally enthusiastic and even ready to fight to the death for the honor and dignity of Xinghua Temple, their hearts were completely cold.

Strong, the strength of this young man in the Guanghua Temple is too strong, even Fang Tianyou, who has learned the Thousand Swords of Fengyun, is vulnerable in front of him, and he has no power to fight back, even if they work hard, what can they do, it is not to bring humiliation on themselves, but also to bring greater shame to the Xinghua Temple.

For a while, everyone was depressed, and they couldn't afford to fight in their hearts.

Who would have thought that Gu Fenghua would stand up at this time.

Her tone was so indifferent, her expression was so confident.

Looking at that delicate and beautiful face, everyone couldn't help but think of the snow lotus that grew on the cliff of ten thousand people, seemingly weak, but let the wind be as cold as ice, let the snow drift for thousands of miles, but she still swayed in the wind and never gave in.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but show reverence.

"What time was it?" Gu Fenghua asked suddenly. On the way back, she heard the middle-aged man say that there were ten meetings between the Xinghua Temple and the Guanghua Temple, but she didn't know how many they had reached now.

"Scene seven." A holy cultivator said.

"That means there are three more games, which is good, and when you are cleaned up, it will be his turn." Gu Fenghua said and pointed to a young disciple of the Guanghua Temple in the audience, who was tall and thin and had gloomy eyes, but he was very good at debating.

She had already recognized that the young man on the stage was not the one who defeated Xie Youran just now, and the one who defeated him was this young man with gloomy eyes, who had already stepped down to rest.

After all, the strength of Xie Youran and the others is not weak, even if the Guanghua Temple comes prepared this time, it is impossible to defeat them all by one person, and he will be tired to death.

Although that person had already gotten off the test table, Gu Fenghua hated him for his vicious move, how could he easily spare him?

"What a big breath!" The young man in the audience snorted coldly, looked at Gu Fenghua, and showed contempt.

"Hahahaha, I thought that I, Luo Changfeng, was arrogant enough, but I didn't expect that there are more arrogant people in the world than me, but I don't know if you have arrogant capital?" The young man on the opposite side was obviously angry with Gu Fenghua, but he laughed angrily.

"Whether there is this capital or not, you will soon know, draw your sword." Gu Fenghua said calmly.

"With you, you don't have that qualification." Luo Changfeng said confidently.

He was still holding the long sword in his arms, just like he had fought against Fang Tianyou before, he was lazy, and he didn't have the slightest intention of drawing the sword.

In fact, he said this sentence even more arrogantly, but at this moment, no one thinks he is arrogant, but there is still a sense of grandeur.

Because, he does have the capital of arrogance!

Previously, after defeating two Xinghua Temple Holy Cultivators one after another, he did not draw his sword, and then fought against Fang Tianyou, even Fang Tianyou, who had learned the Thousand Heavy Sword of Fengyun, he still did not draw his sword.