"What!"

"What a powerful force!"

"What kind of sword is this?"

Under the ring, the True Transmission disciples widened their eyes and looked at the cyan short knife in Zhang Weihu's hand in disbelief, their faces full of shock.

"This is a low-grade spirit treasure!"

"It's a low-grade spirit treasure, how can Zhang Weihu have it?"

Countless pairs of eyes, all staring at the cyan short knife in Zhang Weihu's hand, their eyes were full of heat, and their faces were full of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Even the elders and deacons of the Shenwu Sect were full of shock, and their eyes were full of heat.

Inferior spirit treasures, even they are not qualified to have them.

In the Shenwu Sect, I am afraid that only the sect master and the Great Elder can possess such treasures.

At this moment, Zhang Weihu was holding a cyan short knife, and the strong spiritual power poured into it, bursting out with blazing light, and countless terrifying knife qi burst out around the cyan short knife, forming an endless storm, this energy was very powerful, so that the people around the ring couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Zhang Weihu looked at Wang Feng opposite with a smug face, and said with a smile: "Wang Feng, I have to say, you really surprised me." I didn't expect you to also open up the ten positive veins, this talent is indeed the best in our Shenwu Sect, but unfortunately, you didn't expect that I would have a low-grade spirit treasure, today's battle, you will definitely lose. ”

Zhang Weihu's hearty laughter spread throughout the square, and his strength, after passing through the amplitude of the cyan short knife, was more than ten times stronger than before.

This is the power of the spirit treasure, although it is only a low-grade spirit treasure, it is already so terrifying.

Some true disciples who were about the same strength as Zhang Weihu all felt the powerful oppression emanating from Zhang Weihu at this time, and they suddenly became solemn.

"It's indeed a low-grade spirit treasure, it's too powerful. ”

"I didn't expect Zhang Weihu to have a low-grade spirit treasure, how could it be?"

"It should be Wang Chuanyi's, he handed it over to Zhang Weihu and asked him to defeat Wang Feng. ”

Some of the true disciples were talking about it.

Han Bing turned to Wang Chuanyi with a gloomy face, and said coldly: "Good means, even the lower grade spirit treasure has been used, and it is not ashamed." ”

"Senior Sister Han Bing, don't you forget, weapons are also a kind of your own strength, isn't it possible that we cultivators can't use weapons when we fight?" Wang Chuanyi sneered.

Although Wang Feng's strength was beyond his expectations, he had already prepared this low-grade spirit treasure for Zhang Weihu in advance, which was enough for Zhang Weihu to turn the tables at a critical moment.

"Boy, you want to challenge me, you don't have this qualification yet, hum!" Wang Chuanyi looked at Wang Feng in the ring with disdain, and sneered in his heart.

Han Bing's face was slightly gloomy, and he didn't continue to pay attention to Wang Chuanyi, his eyes looked at Wang Feng in the ring with a hint of worry.

A group of beautiful disciples in the underworld were also full of worry at the moment, and secretly pinched a cold sweat for Wang Feng.

But Wang Feng, who was standing in the ring, looked extremely calm, he looked at the arrogant and proud Zhang Weihu opposite, and said lightly: "It's just a low-grade spiritual treasure, do you think I don't have it?"

Wang Feng said, in the stunned eyes of everyone, he slowly raised his palms, these plain palms, at this time, burst out with blazing light, exuding a huge aura no less than the cyan short knife in Zhang Weihu's hand.

"It's ......"

"Inferior Lingbao!"

"Oh my God!"

The True Transmission disciples were shocked.

The high-level officials of the Shenwu Sect were also dumbfounded, they didn't expect Wang Feng to also have a low-grade spirit treasure, when did the lower-grade spirit treasure become so worthless?

"Hehe!" Han Bing chuckled.

Wang Chuanyi, on the side, had an ugly face and a hint of shock in his eyes.

"You ......" Zhang Weihu's pupils also shrank, and his face was full of disbelief.

This is a low-grade spirit treasure, and his low-grade spirit treasure was obtained by Wang Chuanyi in the supernatural land, and it was just given to him for use for the time being.

But he didn't expect that Wang Feng himself already had a low-grade spirit treasure.

For a moment, Zhang Weihu was both shocked and jealous, and he said with a sad face: "I didn't expect you to also have a low-grade spirit treasure, but you use a knife, how much effect can this low-grade spirit treasure play?"

Swish!

Before the words fell, Zhang Weihu had already slashed at it, this cyan short knife was not as shocking as the previous giant knife, but it burst out with a more terrifying knife aura.

Tear and pull!

The cyan sword qi condensed into solid, exuding a terrifying edge, as if it had separated the space.

An incomparable sword momentum shrouded Wang Feng in one step, cutting out several terrifying marks on the ground of the ring.

Boom!

Wang Feng raised his sword to block, but a little gap appeared on the body of the Ice Spirit Knife, which made him frown slightly.

On the contrary, Zhang Weihu smiled and said, "See, this is the power of the lower grade spirit treasure, let me die!"

With a loud shout, the spiritual power in his body frantically poured into the cyan short knife, causing this low-grade spirit treasure to burst out with even more brilliant light.

"Boom!"

Wang Feng used his spiritual power, and his right palm directly grabbed the blade of the cyan short knife, and the powerful power was instantly displayed, sweeping in all directions.

"Boom!"

The entire ring trembled, and the surrounding spectators retreated one after another, looking at Wang Feng in the ring with shocked faces.

At this time, Wang Feng actually grabbed the blade of the cyan short knife with his palm, the crystal clear silkworm glove, and he was not afraid of this sharp knife aura at all.

Zhang Weihu's face was full of disbelief, and he was furious, and the spiritual power in his body continued to surge wildly towards the cyan short knife.

However, the result was that the cyan short knife could no longer advance half an inch, and was held by Wang Feng deadly.

"This is impossible!" Zhang Weihu roared angrily, because he found that the spiritual power that erupted from Wang Feng's body was actually much stronger than his.

"No, it's impossible, you think that only you have a low-grade spirit treasure, but I also have it, you think you have opened up ten positive veins, but I have already opened up eleven positive veins!" Wang Feng smiled coldly, and his strong spiritual power was poured into the Ice Spirit Knife, slashing at Zhang Weihu.

Zhang Weihu was so frightened that he had no choice but to drop the cyan short knife, wave his fists, summon up his strong spiritual power, and head towards Wang Feng.

But his cultivation is not as good as Wang Feng, and at this moment, he is relying on his flesh palm to fight against the Ice Spirit Knife, so he is naturally invincible.

"Poof!"

Zhang Weihu only felt a powerful force impact on his palm, leaving a blood mark on his palm, and that spiritual power blasted him out, spurting blood.

This time, Zhang Weihu completely fell out of the ring, and there was no miracle.

He was defeated.

Lost to Wang Feng again.

"Damn!" Under the ring, Wang Chuanyi clenched his fists violently and looked at Wang Feng in the ring with a cold face.

Just now, Wang Feng also looked at Wang Chuanyi at this time, and he shot the cyan short knife in his hand towards Wang Chuanyi.

"Next time you find someone to test me, remember to keep your eyes open, not all cats and dogs can fight with me, hum!" Wang Feng sneered.

Zhang Weihu, who fell into the ring, heard this, and immediately spurted out another mouthful of blood.

"Boom!"

The cyan short knife infused with Wang Feng's huge spiritual power was easily caught by Wang Chuanyi, he stared at Wang Feng with a gloomy face, and snorted coldly: "Senior Brother Wang's strength is really good, I'm waiting for you to fight with me, hum!"

After that, he turned around and left, without looking at Zhang Weihu.

Lin Aotian glanced at Wang Feng deeply, nodded with a smile, and turned to leave.

Han Bing congratulated Wang Feng on his victory.

There is no doubt that after Wang Feng defeated Zhang Weihu, he was no longer invincible in the No. 3 ring, and he had steadily entered the top ten, and was qualified to represent the Shenwu Sect to participate in the joint competition of the five major sects.

The surrounding True Transmission disciples also recovered from the shock at this time, and they were extremely shocked.

This battle was too unexpected for everyone, it can be described as a continuous twist and turn, one moment Wang Feng showed an amazing appearance, and another moment Zhang Weihu was surprising.

Of course, in the end, Wang Feng won.

At this moment, everyone had to believe that Wang Feng was a dark horse, even in the true biography, he was still the biggest dark horse.

Judging from the strength revealed in this battle, Wang Feng was already the strongest one under the three true disciples.

"Task Elder, you have a good vision!" On the high platform, the Great Elder smiled at the mission elder on the side.

The mission elder laughed: "The old man just saw that this little guy had some potential and intelligence, so he gave him an ice spirit knife, and prepared to accept him as an apprentice after the true biography, but I didn't expect that this kid's potential was beyond the old man's expectations, and now the old man is embarrassed to accept him as an apprentice." ”

The Great Elder nodded, Wang Feng's cultivation speed was too fast, and this kind of talent was no worse than that of the Son of Heaven.

If you want to accept Wang Feng as an apprentice, you must at least have to be the master of the door.

Thinking about it, the Great Elder and the Mission Elder looked at the door master in unison.

The master of the Shenwu Sect shook his head and said lightly: "I also want to take him as an apprentice, but judging from the progress rate of this little guy, after the United Dabi, I am afraid that he will be qualified to enter the main gate, where is the place that really belongs to a genius like them." ”

Total Gate!

The Grand Elder and the Mission Elder smiled bitterly when they heard this.

In the final analysis, they are just a branch of the Shenwu Gate, and they can show off their might in the Han Kingdom, but they also belong to the General Gate.

Every Shenwu Sect is divided, and once there is any amazing genius, then it will be sent to the main gate.

This is also the reason why for so many years, there are few strong people who exceed the third layer of divine power in the Shenwu Sect, because people with such talent are all in the main gate.

They're just a base for cultivating geniuses for the general gate.

In fact, isn't the head gate cultivating geniuses for the real Shenwu Sect?

Shenwu Sect is known as one of the top ten immortal Dao sects in the Fengyun Continent, relying not only on its own strength, but also on the countless geniuses that these countless branches and general sects have delivered to it.

Because of this, the Shenwu Sect will be prosperous for a long time and will always stand at the peak of the Fengyun Continent.

"Wang Feng, you can go back and rest, and after ten days, we will have a top ten ranking battle and elect the captain of this joint competition!"

Under the third ring, after Wang Feng defeated all his opponents, the deacon said to him.

Wang Feng nodded, then turned around and went back to the underground courtyard.

And the other rings have also come to an end at this time, and the top ten true disciples have been selected.

After 10 days, they will compete to elect the captain of the joint competition.

Because the United Dabi is not just a one-man battle, but also a team battle.

So, it is necessary to elect a captain.