"It's too arrogant!" The disciples of the Xuandao Sect looked angry one by one, staring at Zhao Zixiong in the ring, their fists clenched, and they wanted to rush up and beat him up. However, even the masters of the sixth layer of condensation were not Zhao Zixiong's opponents, and it was useless for them to go up.

"Could it be that the disciples of the Xuandao Sect are so unbearable? No one dares to stand up. Zhao Zixiong glanced at everyone and smiled coldly, his words full of irony.

"I'll meet you for a moment. On the side of the Xuandao Sect, a figure came out of the crowd, full of the aura of a book, and walked into the ring calmly, looking at Zhao Zixiong opposite with a calm expression.

"Under Liu Qinfeng, please advise. Liu Qinfeng said with his fists clenched. Even if Zhao Zixiong on the opposite side repeatedly despised the Xuandao Sect, Liu Qinfeng did not lose his courtesy.

"The seventh layer of condensation, you can't, let's change someone. Zhao Zixiong squinted at Liu Qinfeng, and then said this.

On the side of the Xuandao Sect, the crowd was suddenly excited. Liu Qinfeng is in Xuandao Sect, which is famous. Although Liu Qinfeng looked old, his cultivation time was not long. It only adds up to three years. Moreover, this Liu Qinfeng is a disciple of the sect master of the Xuandao Sect.

Speaking of which, Liu Qinfeng's life experience is also extremely unfortunate, and his parents have forgotten since he was a child. lived in his cousin-in-law's house, studied hard for ten years, just for the title of the gold list. However, the heavens do not fulfill people's wishes. Liu Qinfeng, who failed to reach high school, was disheartened, and he didn't know where to go, and he accidentally met Qianchuan, the sect leader of the Xuandao Sect. He was brought back to the Xuandao Sect by Qianchuan and accepted as a disciple.

At the beginning, the sect master of Xuandao Sect accepted Liu Qinfeng as a disciple, and naturally he also took a fancy to his cultivation talent. Liu Qinfeng did not disappoint Qianchuan, in just three years, he went from an ordinary scholar to a master of the seventh layer of the realm of condensation.

However, even if Liu Qinfeng's cultivation had reached the seventh layer of Qi Condensation, Zhao Zixiong still said these words of contempt.

Listening to Zhao Zixiong's arrogant words, only a person like Liu Qinfeng could calm down and not be angry.

"Senior Brother Zhao's cultivation is strong, and Qin Feng is also extremely admired. However, surrendering without a fight is not Qin Feng's doing. Senior Brother Zhao, please!" Liu Qinfeng said calmly.

"Since I have brought humiliation upon myself, then don't blame me for being ruthless. Zhao Zixiong's expression was indifferent, he opened his mouth and spit out a purple mang, and as soon as the purple mang came out, it immediately expanded, turned into a big hand flashing purple, and grabbed Liu Qinfeng on the opposite side.

Liu Qinfeng's expression moved slightly, and without saying a word, he patted the storage bag, and suddenly six golden balls greeted him. Zhao Zixiong sneered, pinched his right hand, and in mid-air, the big purple hand flicked up, and suddenly a strange wind rose, and the six golden balls trembled faintly and deviated from the trajectory.

This strange wind was blowing even more, and the spiritual power in Liu Qinfeng's body was scattered. Liu Qinfeng's face changed slightly, and he hurriedly shouted: "Explosion!"

The six golden balls burst open at the same time, and a circular wave instantly rushed out, blowing the surrounding spectators to retreat one after another.

Zhao Zixiong snorted coldly and sneered: "Carving insect skills!"

In mid-air, the big hand clenched, turned into a fist, and regardless of the explosion of the golden ball, the speed did not decrease, and it quickly smashed down.

Liu Qinfeng's face was bloodless, seeing that the strange hand on the top of his head was about to be suppressed, as soon as he gritted his teeth, an object suddenly floated out of the storage bag, which was a piece of yellow paper that looked extremely ordinary, Liu Qinfeng bit the tip of his tongue and spewed out a mouthful of blood mist.

The blood quickly turned into liquid in mid-air from the form of mist, condensed together like a blood dragon, Liu Qinfeng's eyes did not blink, his right hand pinched the trick, and there were words in his mouth, only to see that the blood dragon suddenly twisted, end to end, forming a strange figure, which was suddenly printed on the yellow paper.

The yellow paper suddenly burst into a brilliant light, like a small sun, and the fist smashed in mid-air dissipated quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It's actually a Lingbao?" Zhao Zixiong frowned, flicked his big sleeves, and suddenly two white dragons flew out, spun in mid-air, and then rushed towards Liu Qinfeng with lightning speed.

Liu Qinfeng suddenly showed a miserable smile on his face, all his energy at this time was focused on resisting the huge strange fist in the opponent's mid-air, and he was powerless to resist these two flying swords that turned into white dragons.

Seeing that the two white dragons were already revealing their hideous huge mouths, at this dangerous juncture, suddenly a cold snort came from the disciples of the Xuandao Sect, and then, a black rainbow shot out from the disciples of the Xuandao Sect in an instant, easily entangled the two white dragons, and the two white dragons suddenly made an overwhelming crunching sound, and finally turned into two small silver flying swords.

The black Changhong contracted suddenly, and with a snap, the two flying swords broke off and fell on the ring. Zhao Zixiong's face changed abruptly, the flying sword that was cultivating in his heart was destroyed, and he also spurted out a mouthful of blood, revealing a shocked look. And the big hand that pressed on the top of Liu Qinfeng's head was also damaged because of his mental damage, so he could not condense and form, and dissipated.

Liu Qinfeng escaped, hurriedly grabbed the yellow paper, and quickly retreated, his face couldn't help but show a touch of luck. Zhao Zixiong's strength was greatly damaged due to the destruction of the flying sword that he cultivated, and he also walked out of the ring with a gloomy expression at this time.

"It's a draw. On the side of the Qingyun Sect, the Huanglong Dao people said indifferently, "In the next game, your Xuandao Sect will send someone to play first." ”

"I'll do this one. A faint voice sounded in the audience, and when they heard this voice, the faces of the disciples of the Xuandao Sect suddenly showed expressions of surprise. The crowd parted automatically, and a white-robed young man slowly walked to the ring.

Between the dragon and the tiger, a powerful aura bloomed, and the dark eyes, the gaze was like electricity, and it was breathtaking. The long black hair is windless and automatic, which adds a touch of style to the youth.

"It's Senior Brother Liuyun!"

"It's Big Brother!"

The inner disciple of the Xuandao Sect looked at the young man, overjoyed, and shouted loudly: "Senior brother, come on, let the people of the Qingyun Sect see how powerful we are!"

"That's it, senior brother, don't show mercy, beat them down hard!"

With the appearance of Liuyun, all the disciples of the Xuandao Sect swept away the haze in their hearts, and shouted one after another.

On the other side, the Huanglong Daoist of the Qingyun Sect looked at Liuyun, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes: "What a strong boy." ”

"In Xiayun, Senior Brother Xuandao Sect, I don't know that Senior Brother of Qingyun Sect is willing to give teaching?" Liuyun walked into the ring, looked at the side of Qingyun Sect, and said lightly.