The elders of the sect who were sitting on the side saw that Wei Wenhao didn't even return the salute, and he was obviously showing off his magic weapon just now, so several Jindan real people began to talk in a whisper.

Among them, most of the content of the discussion is about Wei Wenhao's master, that is, Lingren Zhenren, who is in charge of the deacon hall.

Listening to the discussions around them, the few Yuanying real people sitting in the middle, including Lingjiang real people, also looked at Lingren real people, and they really felt a little inappropriate.

Lingren Zhenren just smiled, and then stood up slowly, he stretched out his hands and pressed it, signaling everyone to be quiet, and then said slowly

"Ladies and gentlemen, I know that you are all secretly accusing me of saying that the disciples I have taught are so ignorant of etiquette!"

"But what I want to tell you is that the word etiquette is only worthy of the strong, and since you have failed, how can you get the courtesy of others?"

After that, Lingren Zhenren slowly sat down, and on the other side, Wei Wenhao, who stepped out of the ring, saw his master speaking for him, and became even more arrogant.

Lingjiang Zhenren heard his words, obviously angry, although he was right, but he felt that this was just a big competition between the sects, not enemies, everyone was the same disciple and brother, if he did this, it would inevitably make the relationship between the disciples of the sect stiff.

So, he was about to stand up and refute it, when he saw the Ling'an real person in the center cast a look at him.

The latter understood, suppressed the anger in his heart, and glared at Lingren Zhenren fiercely, only then did he look at the square and continue to announce the next round of competition.

As for Lingren Zhenren, he didn't care at all about Lingjiang Zhenren's glaring at him just now, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a somewhat contemptuous smile, and he turned his head slightly to glance at Wei Wenhao.

At this time, Wei Wenhao, who was standing in the midst of the victorious crowd, was constantly surrounded by disciples who were squirming with him and wanted to have a good relationship with him, although he sometimes deliberately made things difficult for some juniors and disciples, so that everyone had opinions about him.

But there are still some people who want to talk to him, because as long as they are in the sect, with the support of his deacon hall, it seems that they can walk sideways.

Then, after several rounds of competition, finally, after a person stepped into the ring, he attracted the attention of all the disciples in the square.

This person is the head disciple of the Xuanling Sect, that is, the master of the young sect, Zhao Yang.

This person looks like a jade tree in the wind, a pair of clear eyes look bright, and he holds a magic sword in his hand that makes everyone feel that the grade is not low, among them, the most conspicuous is his indifferent look, which makes people feel as if he despises all beings and looks down on ants.

As soon as he stepped into the ring, all the disciples in the audience began to discuss, some female disciples were nymphomaniac to him, and some male disciples were discussing his exploits.

When he stepped into the ring, he saw him standing like a pine, looking at the disciple who was competing with him.

Offstage, Chen Xuan and several senior brothers were naturally attracted by Zhao Yang, there was no way, as the master of the young sect, he was too conspicuous, and in the entire Xuanling Sect, he was called an invincible senior brother of the same level.

Seeing Zhao Yang standing straight on top of the ring, exuding a cold momentum all over his body, Chen Xuan swallowed his saliva, and there was a hint of yearning in his eyes, just like everyone else.

The disciple who competed with Zhao Yang was also a late-stage foundation building cultivator, but it was obviously weaker than the aura emanating from Zhao Yang's body.

Looking at the young master standing in front of him, the disciple swallowed his saliva, and he saluted respectfully.

Seeing this, the latter naturally returned the salute, and then both of them were ready to make a move, only to see that the disciple who was competing with him obviously had a few drops of sweat on his forehead.

Seeing that everything was ready, Lingjiang Zhenren waved his sleeves and announced the start of the competition, just under the expectant looks on everyone's faces.

I saw that Zhao Yang's big finger holding the sword was slightly topped, and the sword held in his left hand sounded a "buzz!"

Then a breeze blew, and Zhao Yang disappeared into the ring in an instant, and then, I saw that the disciple who was competing with him had just held the hilt of the sword and was about to pull out the sword, and he saw that his face was full of shock!

Everyone cast puzzled glances at him, and at this time, they saw that Zhao Yang had appeared behind him at some point, and the sword in his hand was already above his neck, less than a millimeter away from his skin!

The sword in Zhao Yang's hand was not completely unsheathed, only a third of it was pulled out, and together with the scabbard, it was placed behind the neck of the disciple in front of him, and at the same time, the entire sword shone with brilliant golden light.

This series of actions made all the disciples in the audience not understand, because it was really fast, too fast!

So much so that everyone didn't know what moves he used, and the only thing they could see was the sword in his hand that radiated brilliant golden light.

Looking at the sword held by Zhao Yang, Chen Xuan's eyes swept and found that it was a medium-grade spiritual weapon, I have to say that this young master gave everyone a shocking opening!

No, it should be said that it was a shocking competition, and among the disciples, almost no one could see how he managed to run behind the disciple who was competing with him.

Feeling the coolness coming from the back of his neck, the disciple's voice trembled a little and spit out a few words

"Many... Thank you for your mercy!

Hearing this, Zhao Yang took off the sword, only to hear a soft "click", and the sword in his hand returned to the scabbard again.

He and this disciple exchanged a salute, still without the slightest expression on their faces, and just like that, they stepped out of the ring and walked towards Chen Xuan and the ranks of many victorious disciples.

Many Xuanling Sect disciples in the square cheered happily after seeing Zhao Yang win and stepping out of the ring.

For these cheers, Zhao Yang still had an expressionless face, he walked to the ranks of the victorious disciples, found a corner, clasped his hands, and stood there quietly.

All the disciples in the Xuanling Sect knew that the senior brother Zhao Yang had an indifferent personality, rarely spoke to people, and did not come forward to talk to them.

Seeing Zhao Yang standing alone in the corner, Chen Xuan listened to the discussion between Fang Shen and Zheng Yuan beside him

"Brother Fang, what do you think of Senior Brother Zhao's current level?"

"I think this is already comparable to Brother Jindan, with his current speed of moves, he may not be able to fight when he encounters Brother Jindan!"

“.......”

At this time, although Chen Xuan looked at Zhao Yang with his eyes, he was secretly communicating with the killing sword spirit in the storage bag.

"Xiao Kill, look at Senior Brother Zhao Yang, he was very fast in the ring just now, it almost only took a second, and the opponent was defeated, do you know what's going on?"