Zhao Longtian was defeated and defeated in his own sect.

This feeling is very uncomfortable.

The disciples of the Xuanyang Sect sighed because of this.

The Xuanyang Sect Sect Master Gu Mingqiu also frowned slightly, revealing a hint of displeasure.

Gu Mingqiu had high hopes for Zhao Longtian, hoping that he would compete for a good ranking for the Xuanyang Sect in the four major competitions.

Can ...... now

Zhao Longtian was defeated by Sun Hua, the eldest disciple of the Qingyun Sect, which meant that the Qingyun Sect was at least ranked behind the Qingyun Sect in the four major sects.

Among the four sects in Jiangzhou, the Tianji Sect is the strongest, and the disciples are also geniuses.

Sixty years ago, in the Great Competition of the Four Sects of Jiangzhou, the Tianji Sect ranked first, the Xuanyang Sect ranked second, the Sun Moon Sect ranked third, and the Qingyun Sect ranked fourth.

And this time, the Xuanyang Sect will be ranked after the Qingyun Sect, which is not a good sign.

"Hahahaha......!"

"Zhao Longtian, your strength is not good, you are far worse than me!"

"While there are still more than ten days left before the Four Sect Competitions, you should practice more!"

"In the competition of the four sects, you still have to strive for the top, don't let the Xuanyang Sect rank at the bottom of the four sects, haha......!"

Sun Hua looked at the embarrassed Zhao Longtian, his expression was happy, and he laughed.

Zhao Longtian looked ashamed, and his eyes revealed sadness and melancholy.

The martial artists of the Qingyun Sect all showed a happy smile on their faces at this moment.

"Who said that my Xuanyang Sect would rank last among the four sects?"

"I, Luo Fan, are here, this time the four sects are in the big competition, and my Xuanyang Sect has locked the first place in advance!"

"Sun Hua, the strongest disciple of the Xuanyang Sect is not my senior brother, but my Luo Fan!

Seeing that everyone in the Xuanyang Sect looked lonely, and the Qingyun Sect warriors looked happy, Luo Fan shouted loudly and walked over to Sun Hua.

Luo Fan's voice attracted everyone's attention, and they all looked at him.

Looking at Luo Fan, everyone in the Xuanyang Sect was a little surprised.

Luo Fan's fame is very loud in Xuanyang Sect.

Whether it is a true path elder or a martial arts disciple, they all know that Luo Fan is powerful, and his cultivation speed is extremely fast, and his potential is amazing.

However, compared to the Martial Dao Ninefold Martial Artists, the people of the Xuanyang Sect were still a little uncertain.

Luo Fan's victory over Zhao Longtian in the early stage of the Martial Arts Nine Folds was witnessed by only Gu Mingqiu.

The Xuanyang Sect didn't know that Luo Fan's strength had reached the point where he could defeat the early stage of the Martial Dao Ninefold.

It's just that even Gu Mingqiu doesn't have much confidence in Luo Fan's strength.

After Zhao Longtian's cultivation was promoted to the middle of the Ninth Fold, his strength had already improved a lot.

Moreover, this month, under the guidance of Gu Mingqiu, Zhao Longtian's flying dragon marksmanship has also improved a lot.

Compared to the middle stage of the Martial Dao Ninefold, Zhao Longtian's strength has improved too much.

And Luo Fan's strength is still in the early stage of the Martial Arts Eightfold.

Therefore, Gu Mingqiu believes that Zhao Longtian's strength has surpassed Luo Fan and is above Luo Fan.

Now seeing that Luo Fan said that the Xuanyang Sect had locked the first place in the four sects in advance, a thick look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then a ray of hope was revealed.

"Could it be that Luo Fan's strength has improved greatly in this month?"

"But why hasn't his cultivation improved at all, and it's still in the early stage of the eightfold?"

"Absorbing the cultivation of the Yuan Spirit Crystal, it should have been promoted to the middle stage of the Eighth Fold long ago!"

In Gu Mingqiu's heart, a few thoughts suddenly flashed.

"Hahaha......!"

"In the early stage of the Eightfold Martial Dao, you dare to threaten to be the first in the four sects?"

"Luo Fan, are you out to make people see jokes?"

Sun Hua looked at Luo Fan and laughed, his expression was proud, and his eyes were full of contempt.

Mu Feichen, Mu Xiuyuan, and Qi Shengjie, the three disciples of the Qingyun Sect, also laughed.

"What a famous Luo Fan!"

"Does he think that this Ling Tian Continent is also like that small black wind world, and the junior disciples of the four sects will count him first?"

Mu Feichen sneered, his words full of sarcasm.

"A group of beam-jumping clowns, frogs at the bottom of the well. ”

"Sun Hua, defeat you, I don't need seven moves, I only need one shot!"

Luo Fan's gaze swept over Mu Feichen, Mu Xiuyuan, and Qi Shengjie, and then fell on Sun Hua, and said lightly.

"Arrogant to the extreme!"

"Luo Fan, you are not a great disciple of Xuanyang Sect, and you are not qualified to fight with me!"

"Qi Shengjie, you come to fight him on your behalf, let him sober up, don't live in a daydream. ”

Sun Hua was furious, snorted coldly, and beckoned to Qi Shengjie.

"Luo Fan, you only deserve to fight with me!"

"I, Qi Shengjie, am the weakest among the four places in the Qingyun Sect, ranking fourth!"

"However, it is more than enough to deal with Luo Fan in the early stage of your eightfold life. ”

Qi Shengjie strode out, his sharp gaze locked on Luo Fan, and shouted loudly.

At the same time, Sun Hua returned to Mu Feichen and Mu Xiuyuan, looking extremely proud.

Sun Hua really looked down on Luo Fan, thinking that Luo Fan was not worthy of fighting him, and looked at Luo Fan with a squint.

"Qi Shengjie, right?"

"Dare to come up in the fourth place, aren't you looking for abuse, get back to me!"

Luo Fan had an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked at Qi Shengjie and sneered.

As he spoke, Luo Fan slapped the treasure bag on his waist, and the high-grade treasure gun flew out and fell into his hand.

Then, Luo Fan's soles pressed downward, and his body burst forward.

The treasure gun in his hand, a shot sweeps, like sweeping thousands of troops.

When Luo Fan took out the top-grade treasure gun, Qi Shengjie also patted the treasure bag on his waist and took out a high-grade treasure gun.

"You know the ...... guns, too!"

Qi Shengjie sneered, and was about to laugh at Luo Fan, but before he finished speaking, his expression changed greatly.

The power of Luo Fan's shot made Qi Shengjie's heart tremble, and he instinctively gushed out fear.

I saw the spear pass by, the air flow exploded, and the void was shaken.

The surging gunpower is like a huge mountain pressing on the top, like a long river rushing.

The wind howled, sharp and heavy, accompanied by thunder.

The power of this shot is earth-shattering, and it shocks the gods.

Qi Shengjie hurriedly ran his internal force to the limit, and his strength completely exploded, but he only dared to defend with all his strength and block with one shot.

Boom –

The two high-grade treasure guns exchanged blows, colliding fiercely together, making a deafening explosion.

Whoosh –

At this moment, a figure burst out from behind.

The treasure spear in Qi Shengjie's hand was shocked and flew away, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth.

In the blink of an eye, Qi Shengjie shot ten feet away from the rear and slammed to the ground.

Then, after rolling out more than ten meters on the ground, his body stopped, and with a whoop, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"What......?"

Sun Hua exclaimed, his expression shocked.

Mu Feichen and Mu Xiuyuan were also taken aback, their eyes widened, and they almost didn't burst out.

The disciples of the Xuanyang Sect were also stunned one by one, with a look of disbelief on their faces, their mouths wide open, and their jaws fell to the ground in shock.

Even the true path elders of the two sects were surprised by their pupils at this moment.