The disciple of the Sword Sect was headed by Ram Gao, who was on one side of his body and gave way to the middle road.

The disciples standing behind him flashed out in unison, and then they turned their heads to face Mu Fan.

Mu Fan walked along the way that everyone gave way, and the disciples of the Sword Sect turned around and followed closely behind Mu Fan.

At this moment, regardless of age or strength, Mu Fan is the center of everyone.

Every time Mu Fan took a step, the disciples of the Sword Sect followed neatly.

Xiao Wan consciously separated from Mu Fan and stood among the disciples of the Sword Sect.

The snow on the ground was shaken away by the agitated energy, and then it flew into the air again.

The faces of the disciples of the Sword Sect were filled with this pride, Mu Fan represented not only himself, but also the glory of the Sword Sect.

Mu Fan walked step by step to the place where the sect conference was held, and his eyes were crowded with people. Not only the disciples of the major sects came, but also many monks from Chunyang Temple also attended.

The once-in-a-century incense lighting requires great courage on the part of the incense lighter.

The incense lighters are all capable people, and each of them is extremely confident. There are very few people like Mu Fan who haven't started yet, and they think about not being able to beat them.

The more genius he is, the more egotistical he is, the more he desires to win.

Mu Fan inherited Mu Cai and Master's practicality, and it didn't matter if he succeeded or failed for a while.

From the bottom of his bones, he is very eager to succeed in lighting incense, and he wants to give the Mu family confidence. He won't give up unless he really can't.

The courage to accept defeat is his advantage.

Mu Fan walked to the center of the ring step by step, while the disciples of the Sword Sect stopped outside the ring, and then went to the viewing seat.

When Mu Fan stood still, the formation on the stone of the ring shone brightly. After a burst of light, the ring began to change.

The black stone flipped up, and a puddle of white liquid slowly poured out from the depths of the ring. As soon as the liquid appeared, it condensed into stone and climbed up, dragging Mu Fan high into the air.

After the formation had taken effect, the ring had disappeared and was replaced by a massive round platform.

Mu Fan stood in the center of the round platform, and there were several vibrations in front of him, and he knew that this was a sign that the incense burner was about to appear.

The white stone shattered, and an incense burner half a man high emerged from the top of the round table.

At the same time, the stones on the surface of the white round platform fell off layer by layer, revealing the dense rune circle inside.

A little light is lit at the bottom of the round table, and this light slowly spreads to the surroundings, and in a short time the entire round table is lit up.

The lit round table is divided into several layers, which gradually rotate one by one, and all of them transmit a stream of energy upwards, which finally converges on the top of the incense burner and condenses into the shape of an incense stick.

The table stops spinning and then quickly flips over.

Mu Fan felt his head dizzy, his eyes darkened, and when he returned to normal, the ring changed back to its original appearance, but the incense burner that appeared just now was floating in the air.

There is an incense stick inserted in the incense burner, the incense is black, and there is a faint reddish light on it, and once the red is blazing, the incense is really lit.

Mu Fan summoned the flying sword, calmed his mood, and adjusted his state as much as possible.

Tens of thousands of people stood in the viewing area, and some small and medium-sized sect disciples flew in the air to witness today's events together.

Mu Fan looked around, conservatively estimated to be above 50,000, and this group of people didn't know how many people would make a move.

When he was alone with 50,000 people, he still couldn't calm down.

At this moment, he finally understood how strong the hearts of those generals were, commanding millions of troops, and the situation was afraid that the sun and the moon would be dim.

Mu Fan lowered his gaze to Xiao Wan and to the area where the disciples of the Sword Sect were located, and the tension in his heart was somewhat relieved.

Lighting incense is not only a contest of true yuan and strength, but also a contest of heart.

Tens of thousands of people flew into the air, and the rays of the sun were divided into pieces by the people in the air. Some areas on the ground are bright, while others leave faint shadows.

In the incense burner, the black incense is blazing, and the incense is lit!

A Buddhist monk flew down from the viewing seat. He holds a vajra in his hand, is short in stature, and is extremely fast.

Mu Fan didn't dare to take it lightly, and the first person who dared to appear on the stage to challenge was either stunned or confident that he could beat him.

Glancing at the speed of the Buddhist monk, Mu Fan immediately determined that this monk belonged to the latter.

Mu Fan held a sword flower in his hand, and with a twist of the flying sword, he slashed towards the monk from top to bottom.

The monk vajra was across his chest, ready to take Mu Fan's sword.

The sword exuded a thick sword aura, and although the sword was blocked by the vajra, the sword qi passed through the vajra and reddened the monk's eyebrows.

Thanks to the fact that the monk is a body refining cultivator, otherwise this time he would not have left a little blood bead, but would have split his head into two.

Mu Fan let go of the flying sword in his hand, and the flying sword galloped away, fleeting.

The monk hurriedly waved the vajra and smashed it towards Mu Fan's head, looking like he also wanted to help Mu Fan with red eyebrows.

Mu Fan tore off the Ruyi brick on his chest, turned it into the size of a palm, and smashed it into the vajra.

A huge shock wave lifted Mu Fan and the monk in the ring into the air, and Mu Fan, who flew out backwards, hooked his index finger, and the flying sword hovering in the air shot at the monk from behind the monk.

The monk is not a fuel-efficient lamp, he noticed the sword qi behind him, and hurriedly turned around and used the vajra to resist the sword behind him.

It's a pity that the flying sword still made a hole in the monk's stomach, because the vajra was bent by the Ruyi brick at once, causing the monk to make a misjudgment.

In the end, it was the monk's strong body that helped him resist a sword, but the body was made of flesh after all. Although the sword qi was weakened by the external Gang Qi, he was still invaded by the sword qi, and his internal organs were almost severely damaged.

Mu Fan ran the Great Brahma Dragon Elephant Sutra, and a faint dragon elephant pattern appeared on his skin.

The monk was taken aback when he saw the dragon elephant pattern on Mu Fan's fist, because he also cultivated the Great Brahma Dragon Elephant Sutra.

The two of them exerted their strength at the same time and rushed towards the opposite side at full speed.

On the one hand, the monk had to deal with Mu Fan's frontal attack, and on the other hand, he had to be careful of the elusive flying sword. The vajra is badly deformed and can only be used as a pile of waste.

At that moment, he felt as if the vajra had hit something, and it was very, very hard.

But in the blink of an eye, Mu Fan had nothing in his hands.

A trace of jealousy flashed in the monk's eyes, and he said secretly: "Could it be that this kid's fists are so hard!" ”

Mu Fan didn't give him much time to think, and when the monk was fighting him, he made the Ruyi brick bigger again.

"Boom ......"

The monk was half-kneeling on the ground, and his body flew upside down. He saw the brick-like thing in Mu Fan's hand.

But after taking a look, it doesn't matter if you figure it out or not. He had lost the strength to fight again, and his right fist was deformed by Mu Fan's brick, and now he couldn't even straighten it.

Mu Fan recalled the flying sword and no longer cared about the monk at all. He set his sights on the spectator seats, waiting for his next opponent to arrive.

The monk endured the pain and said to the senior brother of the Buddhist sect: "This kid has a brick in his hand, it's so fucking hard!" ”