Qi Xuan's interruption did not affect Feng Fei's mood, and soon, when he returned to the backyard, Feng Wei and Han Fei devoted themselves to the research and exchange of "Heavenly Dao Secret Collection" and "Seven Killings". Towards the end of the evening, Mo Hanshan and the others, who had gone out, returned to the White Jade Building one by one. Subsequently, when they had dinner together in the evening, Feng Wei simply talked about the matter of Qi Xuan and others coming to challenge him. In this regard, except for being a little surprised, everyone did not have any special reaction, and they did not feel that the rebellion was too heavy.

After all, this is a formal challenge that both sides agree on, not an ordinary exchange, and injuries or anything are too normal, as long as there are no human lives, there is no big problem. Moreover, this challenge was initiated by Qi Xuan himself, and the defeat and injury were also self-inflicted, even if the people of Hua Tianzong were angry, it was impossible for them to come to the door with a cheeky face to retaliate.

In this way, two days passed quietly.

In the past two days, the people of Hua Tianzong really did not have any revenge, and Feng Yi did not go out for a single step, and quietly exchanged martial arts with Han Fei in the inner courtyard. In the past two days, under Han Fei's explanation and teaching, Feng Wei has basically understood the cultivation chapter of the "Heavenly Sword Secret Collection", this "Heavenly Sword Secret Collection" is worthy of being the world-beating mastery of the ancient sword venerable, and it is not a star and a half stronger than the "Inner Yuan Sutra", which can be said to be not a level of things at all.

Feng Wei has studied the "Neiyuan Sutra" for more than a year, and the harvest he got is not as good as the research on the "Heavenly Sword Vault" in the past two days, although he still has not found a way to transform the "Seven Killings", but he has a general idea. As long as you follow this line of thought, I believe it won't be long before you can start trying to transform "Seven Killings".

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In the early morning of the next day, with a magnificent bell, the cloud ring finally began.

Under the leadership of Mo Hanshan, everyone who had gathered in the outer courtyard early walked out of the White Jade Building in high spirits.

Although the Cloud Arena is only a preparatory battle before the Battle of Izumo, it can also be regarded as the largest martial arts event for the young generation in the southeast region of Yunzhou. A group of people walked on the street, only to see countless warriors heading towards the ring in the center of Xiaoyun City, all with excitement on their faces.

"Look, the people from the Blood Soul Villa are here, the one with the shortest hair is the young owner of the Blood Soul Villa, Tu Leng, I heard that his cultivation has reached the peak of the Nine Layers of Dust, and he may break through to the Ling Jue realm at any time, and I heard that his sword intent has also reached the realm of Dacheng, and the strength of the strength is the same as that of the strong man who has just entered the Ling Jue, and this time I don't know how many young geniuses have been defeated by his sword......

"Yes, yes, I heard that when he had just entered the late stage of the dust, he escaped the pursuit of a powerhouse in a desperate situation, and his strength was really amazing. ”

"That's natural, the fame of the top geniuses of the younger generation is not ......"

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Hearing the discussion on the street, Feng Yi took a look, and saw a group of men, women, and children in blood-colored suits coming with their heads held high. The first person is an old man with a somewhat gloomy appearance, and it can be judged from the strong momentum that it faintly exudes, this must be a strong man in the realm of absolute beauty. Behind the old man, there were more than a dozen young people, judging from the breath, each of them was a master of the dust realm, especially a young man with hair less than half an inch long, with a strong body and a handsome face, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a faint layer of coldness, and he had an outstanding and independent temperament. I think it is Tu Leng, the young owner of the Blood Soul Villa that others are talking about.

Seeing the group of people from the Blood Soul Villa approaching, Mo Hanshan hugged his fist at the old man in front of him and said, "Brother Fu, I haven't seen you for a long time. ”

The old man who was called Brother Fu by Mo Hanshan nodded slightly, which was a response, obviously, the old man surnamed Fu did not take Mo Hanshan too seriously. This is normal, the Blood Soul Villa is a fourth-grade sect, and the Qingxuan Sect is only the lowest-grade fifth-grade sect, and the old man surnamed Fu, as the core elder of the Blood Soul Villa, naturally does not take Mohan Mountain seriously.

The arrogant attitude of the old man surnamed Fu made everyone in Qingxuanzong feel a little unhappy, but no one was stupid enough to attack on the spot, and Mo Hanshan himself only wrinkled lightly and had no words. After all, he was the core elder of the Sipin Sect, and he had this arrogant qualification.

At this time, Tu Lengshang, the young owner of the Blood Soul Villa behind the old man surnamed Fu, suddenly stepped forward, his eyes swept over Feng Yi and the others one by one, and there was obviously a trace of disdain in his expression, and in the end, Tu Leng's gaze was fixed on Han Fei, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned: "You are Han Fei?"

"Yes!" Han Fei glanced at him lightly.

"I heard that you use a knife, and I also use a knife, but I don't know if your knife is fast or my knife is strong!"

"You can't!"

Han Fei looked at Tu Leng expressionlessly. His tone was calm, without any ups and downs, as if he was stating a fact that had already happened, so simple, so natural.

As soon as these words came out, the group of people in the Blood Soul Villa all turned cold and their eyes showed a fierce light. Tu Leng is not only the young owner of the Blood Soul Villa, but also the most outstanding genius of the Blood Soul Villa's generation, in a sense, Han Fei despises Tu Leng, that is, he despises the entire Blood Soul Villa. How could a mere disciple of the Fifth Rank Sect dare to despise their Blood Soul Villa, how could everyone not be angry? Even if Han Fei was already recognized as the top genius of the younger generation, and Tu Leng's name could not be a reason for him to despise the Blood Soul Villa.

And unlike the reaction of everyone in the Blood Soul Villa, Tu Leng as the person concerned did not see the slightest anger, but laughed: "Yes, as a swordsman, you should have this kind of domineering and self-confidence that defies the world, but I don't know if your strength can be equal to your self-confidence?" As he spoke, Tu Leng took a step abruptly, and the momentum on his body locked on Han Fei from afar.

Han Fei did not show weakness, and he also stepped out in one step, and the extremely strong momentum containing the ancient sword intent surged out.

"Huh, the young owner of the Blood Soul Villa, Tu Leng, is on the right track!"

"Isn't that the person from Qingxuanzong? that person who is the opposite of Tu Leng seems to be Han Fei...... of Qingxuanzong."

"It turned out to be Han Fei, no wonder he had the courage to confront Tu Leng......"

"What a powerful momentum......"

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This street is a main road, and there are many warriors coming and going. Han Fei and Tu Leng confronted each other on the street, which attracted the attention of many people, and the onlookers quickly blocked the street.

Han Fei's mind is naturally impossible to be influenced by the onlookers. He ignored the onlookers, and as soon as he took three steps forward, the ground shook with each step, and the momentum on his body increased by one point with each step.

"What a sharp edge, such a domineering momentum, this kind of momentum actually gives people a feeling of slashing everything, ordinary people are afraid that they have no desire to fight in front of him!" Feeling the terrifying momentum coming from Han Fei's body, Tu Leng's originally relaxed expression was finally moved. However, in the end, he is the top figure of the younger generation, and his strength is directly catching up with the older generation of powerhouses, no matter how amazing Han Fei's performance is, he is only a martial artist in the late stage of the dust. Therefore, Tu Leng was shocked but not chaotic, the true qi in his body was running, and a more powerful momentum surged out in an instant, far away from Han Fei's domineering and unrivaled amazing momentum.

"Click!"

Under the ferocious impact of the two momentums, the street in front of the two of them was cracked inch by inch, and a wave of qi visible to the naked eye spread in all directions. Such a scene caused a burst of exclamations around Dengshi.

The next moment, the two seemed to have a tacit understanding, and at the same time took a step back, and the momentum emanating from their bodies was slowly withdrawn.

"Okay, you are really qualified to be on the same level as me, this is not the place to do it, let's see you in the ring!" Tu Leng glanced at Han Fei with great intent and immediately, nodded at the old man surnamed Fu: "Uncle Fu, let's go!"

This battle of momentum came and went quickly, and before the onlookers came to their senses, the people of the Blood Soul Villa had disappeared into the streets.

"How about it? Is there a chance of winning?" Looking at the backs of the people in the Blood Soul Villa leaving, Mo Hanshan asked Han Fei.

"Yes!" Han Fei's answer was very simple.

"That's good!"

Hearing this, Mo Hanshan showed a faint smile. Although he has not taught Han Fei much since he apprenticed, he has full confidence in the heart and strength of his apprentice. He believes that Han Fei will definitely be able to do what he says.

"Is the top genius of the younger generation? Sure enough, it didn't disappoint me, but I don't know if I am qualified to fight with all my might!" At the same time, Feng Yiruo, who was standing behind Mohan Mountain, looked at Tu Leng's back as he walked away, and his eyes flickered.

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The momentum confrontation between Han Fei and Tu Leng was very short, but the strong momentum he showed aroused the interest of many people. Some well-intentioned people looked at Han Fei deeply, and then slowly walked in the direction of the ring.

On top of a large tree at the end of the street, an old man with a thin face and a short-haired young man with a long bow stood side by side on the treetops. The old man did not have any momentum on his body, he looked like an ordinary person, and his body was faintly integrated with heaven and earth, although there were many pedestrians on the street, but no one noticed him.

The short-haired young man beside the old man, the longbow string behind him was as thick as a child's arm, and he could feel the extreme strength of it just by looking at it. And the short-haired young man himself is dry and thin, revealing the extreme momentum of Yihe, like a sharp arrow that is about to be shot off the string.

The thin old man looked at the crowd that slowly dispersed, and sighed slightly: "Today's young people are really stronger from generation to generation, that Tu Leng just now is only in his twenties, and he has already stepped into the realm of Lingjie with half a foot, and the young man who confronted him just now is younger than him, although his cultivation is only in the late stage of the dust, but his strength is not much weaker, Feng'er, this person's talent is probably not below you!"