"I'll meet you."

Another figure jumped onto the high platform, and a young man in a black robe stood in front of Mu Feng.

"It's our Black Elephant Sect's Senior Brother Zong Ling."

There were Black Elephant Sect disciples in the same costume in the audience who shouted when they saw the young man.

"It turned out to be Brother Zongling, your injuries have healed?"

Seeing Zong Ling step forward, a trace of solemnity flashed in Mu Feng's eyes, but a disdainful voice came out of his mouth.

Zong Ling's face suddenly became gloomy when he heard this, and Mu Feng's words revealed the scar in his heart. He lost to one of Mu Feng's senior brothers in the last Four Sects, and was seriously injured by Mu Feng's senior brother, and at the same time lost the opportunity to join the Four Elephant Sect, but his opponent stepped on him to join the Four Elephant Sect, which also became a pimple in his heart.

After a year of hard work, Zong Ling's strength has increased a lot, and he has made up his mind to participate in this Four Sects Competition, and to join the Four Elephants Sect to seek revenge on this person.

Hearing Mu Feng's mocking words at this moment, it undoubtedly ignited Zong Ling's anger, but seeing that there were many high-level sect leaders watching in the audience, Zong Ling suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly: "I hope your strength is as powerful as your mouth." ”

"Even if you come, Senior Brother Li Hang can defeat you, and I can."

Li Hang is the one who seriously injured Zong Ling in the last four major competitions.

"Arrogance."

Zong Ling couldn't hold back the anger in his heart anymore, the spiritual power around his body was drumming, he stepped on the delicate steps under his feet, clenched his fist with one hand, and brought a whistling strong wind to hit Mu Feng's face.

Mu Feng blocked with a horizontal sword, and Zong Ling's punch hit the scabbard, and a dull sound sounded.

Mu Feng was hit by this powerful blow and took a slight step back, only then did he unload this force.

"Is that all there is to it?"

Mu Feng snorted coldly, with a sneer in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"Let's see if you can stand it."

Zong Ling's eyes were cold, the punch just now was just a temptation, although he looked dizzy on the surface, but in fact, he was very calm in his heart, and he couldn't help but be a little surprised when he saw that his punch just made the other party take a step back.

You must know that it is the strength of the middle stage of the Liuhe Realm, and Mu Feng is only the strength of the early stage of the Liuhe Realm, how can he not be surprised not to be surprised if he can catch his punch without being hurt, just taking a small step back.

But surprise is surprise, Zong Ling will not worry that he is inferior to the other party, after all, he has put in an unknown amount of effort for today.

Zong Ling's right hand swiped the mustard seed ring in his left hand, and a pair of fist gloves that seemed to be surrounded by flames appeared in his hand.

"It's the Flame Fist, Senior Brother Grandmaster has to be serious."

A disciple of the Blue Elephant Sect shouted in surprise in the audience.

"Hmph, what if he has the Fire Fist Gauntlet, Senior Brother Mu also has a weak water sword, water and fire fight, Senior Brother Mu may not lose to him."

There were disciples of the White Elephant Sect in the audience who immediately refuted.

"Then we'll see."

None of the disciples of the two sects in the audience obeyed anyone, and they were arguing with red faces and thick necks.

"It seems that this little guy Zong Ling is going to be serious, Elder Mu, your grandson's strength should also be revealed." One of the big people in the audience laughed.

Elder Mu stroked his beard and smiled without saying a word.

"My fire fist, but a Xuan-level intermediate spirit soldier, if you can't stand it, you have to beg for mercy."

Zong Ling put on his fist gloves and grinned, and then his body jumped high, like a ball of flame, and smashed his fist towards the wooden wind in front of him.

A solemn look appeared in Mu Feng's eyes, and he pulled out the long sword in his hand without hesitation, and a faint blue light flashed, and for a moment the sound of water seemed to sound in everyone's ears, and then the faint blue glimmer instantly expanded into a blue match, slashing towards Zong Ling in the air with a majestic momentum.

"Knock~"

A deafening explosion sounded on the stone platform, and the tumbling air waves surged in all directions, but when they first touched the edge of the stone platform, they were blocked by an invisible formation barrier, unable to leak out a single bit.

No one cared about the tumbling waves, everyone's eyes looked at the place where the two were fighting, on the stone platform, Zong Ling and Mu Feng both maintained the posture of making moves, the two seemed to be frozen, and then Zong Ling's body trembled, and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and then a ball of blood burst out of his chest.

Zong Ling's body could no longer support it, and he almost collapsed to the ground, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered, his eyes were fixed on the wooden wind in front of him, and his voice was a little hoarse: "You actually made this move." ”

Mu Feng's face was also a little pale, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but the situation was much better than Zong Ling's, and when he heard Zong Ling's question at this moment, he smiled proudly and said, "I said, Senior Brother Li Hang can defeat you, and I can defeat you too." ”

Zong Ling couldn't bear it anymore, rolled his eyes, and fainted, this was stunned.

"In this battle, the Blue Elephant Sect Mufeng won."

As the voice of the middle-aged man who presided over the big competition fell, enthusiastic cheers rang out among the Blue Elephant Sect disciples in the audience, many disciples had a look of worship in their eyes, and some female disciples even looked at Mu Feng with peach blossom on their faces.

"It's terrible, it's terrible, Elder Mu, your grandson is really a little amazing, even if he is not as good as the little sword demon Mu Tian for the time being, I'm afraid he is also among the best among the young people of his generation."

Some of the four big people in the audience exclaimed, but there are also some big people whose faces are not so good-looking, this is the Black Elephant Sect where Zong Ling is located, in the last session of the Four Sects, Zong Ling lost to a disciple of the Blue Elephant Sect, and was stepped on by this person to join the Four Elephant Sect, originally Zong Ling worked hard, hoping to find face through this big competition, but he didn't expect to lose to the disciples of the Blue Elephant Sect, which made the Black Elephant Sect a kind of big people how could they not be depressed.

"What a powerful sword, is this the power of the sect's disciples?"

In the cheers of the four sect disciples in the audience, among the four outsiders such as Mo Liang, Bai Yurou also looked at Mu Feng who walked down from the stone platform with a look of amazement in her beautiful eyes, although Mu Feng won this battle, it was not easy, so he needed to recover.

At the same time that Bai Yurou was amazed, the other two also looked at the wooden wind on the stone platform with a serious face, and a sense of jealousy rose in their hearts, Zong Ling's punch just now, they thought about it from another position, and asked themselves if it was absolutely unstoppable, not to mention that Zong Ling's own strength was above them, even the fire fist that Zong Ling brought could give them huge pressure, after all, a good spirit soldier would be too great for the promotion of the monk.

Compared to the nervousness of the three of them, Mo Liang seemed to be unwavering, he had already expected the outcome of a battle, although Mu Feng's strength was slightly inferior to Zong Ling on the surface, but whether it was the level of cultivation or the level of the spirit soldiers in his hands, Mu Feng was undoubtedly above Zong Ling, so Zong Ling's defeat could be said to be no surprise.

"Strictly speaking, this big comparison is not only about strength, but more importantly, about the background behind it."

Mo Liang sighed, that Mu Feng has a high-ranking and powerful elder grandfather, and the resources that he can usually enjoy are definitely much better than those of other disciples, and Zong Ling is just a slightly talented disciple, he has no backer in the sect, and he has to rely on himself to fight for any cultivation resources, after losing the last big competition, although Zong Ling has worked hard to practice, he expects this big competition to be a blockbuster and worship the Four Elephants Sect, but how much time does he really spend on cultivation in this year?

As a disciple of the Black Elephant Sect, Zong Ling can receive as many cultivation resources every month, and what if the cultivation resources are not enough, he can only take some sect tasks in exchange for sect contributions, and then use sect contributions for the resources needed for his own cultivation.

But Zong Ling was just an ordinary inner disciple, and he didn't have a strong backer in the Black Elephant Sect, and some tasks with oil and water couldn't fall on him at all, so Zong Ling had to allocate more time and more tasks to ensure that he obtained enough cultivation resources, in this case, how could his cultivation be fast.

Of course, Zong Ling understood this, so he even more hoped to be able to join the Four Elephant Sect, after all, the Four Elephant Sect was a seven-rank sect, and the cultivation resources that could be given to him were definitely more than he was in the Black Elephant Sect.

In fact, Zong Ling's example is not an exception, many sect disciples are facing the same situation as Zong Ling, but some people are better talented and can stand out from it and develop on a better platform, while Xiang Zong Ling, the talent is a first-class genius in the eyes of the outside world, but it is not conspicuous in some cultivation sects, their future development is still more just on their own, and even some sect disciples are not as good as some casual cultivators.

After Mu Feng stepped down, the disciples of the four sects came to the stage one after another to compete, and the powerful spiritual skills continued to attract bursts of exclamations from the disciples in the audience, which also made Bai Yurou and the three of them amazed again and again, and felt that the pressure on their bodies was great.

It is worth mentioning that in the next competition, Zong Ling, who had not fully recovered from his injury, insisted on taking the stage despite the dissuasion of his fellow disciples, and his opponent was a genius of the White Elephant Sect. Zong Ling bowed to the big man and agreed to join the Four Elephants Sect.

This scene saw that the other big figures nodded slightly, and some of the female disciples of the Black Elephant Sect sobbed in a low voice, although Zong Ling was not very good in the Black Elephant Sect, he was very righteous, and often helped some junior brothers and sisters, and had a high prestige among the ordinary disciples of the Black Elephant Sect, so after he joined the Four Sects as he wished, these junior brothers and sisters were all happy for him.

In this warm atmosphere, Dabi gradually approached the climax.

"Huh? Didn't you say that there were still outsiders participating in this competition, why didn't any outsiders come to the stage after such a long time of competition? ”

After a competition on the stage, some disciples in the audience wondered.

"I'm afraid I was frightened by the strength shown by our four great competitions, and I didn't dare to go on stage and be embarrassed, hahahaha."

As soon as these words came out, many disciples laughed out loud, and the sound passed through the flow of people and also reached the ears of the four Mo Liang, and for a while, the four disciples who were beside them also looked at the four with mocking expressions, as if they were waiting for them to make a move, or make a fool of themselves.

Facing the eyes of everyone around him, the man with bulging muscles among the four Mo Liang first couldn't hold his breath, and stood up abruptly and said, "I, Huang Meng, will come to test how many skills the disciples of your four sects have. ”

Huang Meng walked through the aisle and jumped onto the high platform, and suddenly the eyes of the audience were attracted by him.

"This person is a disciple of which sect?"

Someone wondered.

"I am one of the outsiders who participated in the big competition, and I really dare to go on stage without knowing the height of the sky."

Immediately, someone made a mocking sound, which sounded in the ears of Huang Meng on the stage, making his young face even more ugly.

"My name is Huang Meng, who dares to fight with me?"

Huang Meng shouted loudly on the stone platform, and the sound was so loud that the eardrums of the disciples who were close to him hurt, so that they couldn't help but be speechless for a while.

"Hmph, a big stupid man full of muscles, I'll meet you."

From the crowd jumped out of the audience, a small and thin young man, his eyes flashing with cunning.

"Who are you?"

Huang Meng asked angrily.

"Grandpa, my name is Liu Cha."

The thin young man smiled, a mocking look in his eyes.

"Look for death."

Huang Meng was furious, took heavy steps, and swung his fist towards Liu Cha's head, Liu Cha also had the heart to try, and crossed his arms in front of him without flashing, and blocked Huang Meng's punch.

But Liu Cha underestimated Huang Meng's seemingly ordinary punch, or only when he really came into contact with this punch could he realize the threat, Liu Cha at this moment was like this, as soon as he came into contact with Huang Meng's punch, his thin body trembled suddenly, his knees were weak, and he almost fell to the ground, fortunately, he reacted relatively quickly, and his steps retreated slightly, unloading all the strength of this punch, which avoided the scene of being beaten and kneeling by a punch.