As soon as they heard Zhao Beihai's name, everyone in the audience couldn't help but be shocked, and their faces showed a look of joy, revealing that Zhao Beihai had a very high reputation as a Jianhe Sect, and his cultivation ranking among the beginner disciples was also among the top three, which was obviously much higher than Chao Zhuangyong.

Zhao Beihai fell to the ground lightly, quietly, as if it was so light that there was no weight, and everyone couldn't help but applaud.

At this time, a group of people also appeared on the walls of the palace, and they were suddenly the three major chief-level figures of the Jianhe Gate, and the news spread so quickly, not only because this was just before the main hall of the sect, but more importantly, a bloody case involving the two major sects, a disciple of the Mochizuki Sect who wanted to challenge the master of the 50 Five Sects Alliance, this news was a big deal no matter how you said it.

At the same time, on the top of the tall building on the other side of the palace, one by one, the young and extraordinary true disciples also rushed from the vicinity of the immortal mountain, standing proudly, witnessing the battle in the field.

Although Fang Ling was talking about the 50 masters who challenged the Five Sects Alliance, in fact, no one would have thought of going to other sects to invite masters, no matter how you look at it, it would be a matter of damaging the face of the sect.

Zhao Beihai walked towards Fang Ling step by step, his expression was solemn and solemn, he had seen Fang Ling's methods just now, he had no contempt for this young man at all, and at the same time, he was full of confidence, after all, he could rank among the top three beginner disciples, and his cultivation was by no means comparable to Chao Zhuang Yong and others.

Walking to ten zhang away from Fangling, Zhao Beihai stopped and slowly took out the long sword on his waist, the long sword was palm wide, and the edge of the blade was not only not sharp, it could only be described as blunt, and there was no sword tip, just like a big iron ruler.

Zhao Beihai held the sword ruler in his hand, and said proudly: "My magic weapon is called 'Thousand Jin Sword', this sword is made of Xuantian blunt iron, and it has a thousand jin power with one wave, if you cultivate yourself to a high level, and you don't take out the magic weapon, I'm afraid that I will be shocked to the bone and flesh!"

Fang Ling smiled and said nothing, he was so pitted by Bai Wenhai, not to mention that the magic weapon to be rewarded at the alchemy conference did not fall into his hand, and he almost lost his life, and on this occasion, he naturally would not expose the secret of the Spirit Devouring Ghost Hand on his right hand.

Seeing Fang Ling's smile, Zhao Beihai interpreted it as contempt, and couldn't help but be angry, roared in a low voice, and rushed towards Fang Ling with steps, like a chariot charge, its momentum was amazing.

When he came to the place of three zhang, Zhao Beihai suddenly swung his sword, and the thousand jin sword passed over, just where the breath was involved, the ground made of extremely hard stone made a crisp sound like steel impacting, and then smashed towards Fang Ling together.

Within the range of ten zhang, the sound of the wind was rolling, as if the heavens and the earth were changing drastically, and all the breath was controlled by Zhao Beihai, turning into a steady stream of power and adding it to the Qianjin Sword.

The sword move is not only strong, but also can be described as subtle, the surrounding aura is all turned into Zhao Beihai's ears and eyes, even if Fang Ling moves at high speed, where the sword is pointed, where the qi goes, all within ten zhang are the targets that Zhao Beihai can attack at will.

The three chief stewards couldn't help but bow their heads slightly, quite approvingly, and the disciples of the True Transmission saw it in their eyes, although their expressions were not solemn, but they did not mean the slightest contempt.