"Senior Brother Luo, please!" Yunhua repeated.

"Okay, okay, since you are looking for death, then you can't blame me." A mere number of outer disciples dared to challenge him, Luo Dingzhi only felt that he had been greatly humiliated, and he suddenly drew out his long sword and slashed towards Yunhua.

Yun Hua had already prepared, let out a clear roar, and the long sword slashed head-on.

"This Yunhua really doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, obviously he just came up to make up a number, even if he admits defeat, no one must blame him, and he really wants to fight Luo Dingzhi." In the audience, a young saint cultivator couldn't help but shake his head and said.

"Yes, just an outer disciple actually dares to challenge Senior Brother Luo, isn't that slapping Senior Brother Luo in the face?" Another saint cultivator also pouted and said. As saint cultivators, their status is obviously much higher than that of the outer disciples, and although Yunhua challenged Luo Dingzhi, even they felt humiliated.

"You say, how many moves can this guy hold on to under Senior Brother Luo's sword?" Another holy cultivator asked with hatred.

"How many more tricks do you hold onto? Didn't you see that Senior Brother Luo was already angry, I'm afraid he would ...... even a move," the holy cultivator in front of him said disapprovingly.

But only halfway through his words, he slammed his mouth shut, and the rest was stuck in his throat, unable to say a word.

The two swords crossed the sky, slammed together, splashing out a canopy of sparks, and with a muffled snort, Luo Dingzhi had already flown out of the test bench like a kite with a broken string.

On and off the stage, there was a dead silence, and almost everyone was stunned.

Among the holy cultivators of the younger generation of Shengjia Peak, Luo Dingzhi is not the strongest, but he also has the cultivation of the second grade of the soul saint, otherwise he would not be qualified to participate in the Jialuo competition, but with just one sword, he was cut off the competition platform by a little-known outer disciple.

"What just happened?" It all happened so fast that many people didn't see what was going on, and it took a while for someone to ask in disbelief.

"This Yunhua is a soul saint!" Someone replied.

"What!" The person who said it looked incredulous, and so did the person who listened.

There is only one outer disciple, and he is also the outer disciple who is left to be selected by the three holy peaks, how can he have the cultivation of the soul saint first grade?

"How can you have such a cultivation?" Offstage, Luo Dingzhi covered his chest, also in disbelief, staring at Yunhua and asked.

As a holy cultivator, how could he regard a mere outer disciple as an opponent, so even if he was angry, he couldn't raise much spirit, and the sword just now didn't show his true strength.

But it wasn't until the moment the two of them intersected their long swords that a red holy bead appeared on Yun Hua's forehead, and he knew that he was wrong, very wrong.

The second grade of the Soul Saint is a cut stronger than the first grade of the Soul Saint, but it is not strong enough to ignore the other party, one is to underestimate the enemy, and the other is to do his best, and the final result is naturally no suspense. The winner is decided!

Luo Dingzhi couldn't figure it out, how could an outer disciple who was taken in by the Misty Cloud Valley if no one wanted him to have the cultivation of the Soul Saint Realm?

"Didn't anyone tell you to never despise any opponent, who said that an outer disciple can't become a soul saint?" Yun Hua suppressed the excitement in his heart, tried to maintain his calmness and said.