Chapter Eighty-Three: The Contest Begins

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The most terrifying thing is that her cultivation is in the late stage of Qi refining, but it is different from ordinary late stage Qi refining cultivators, and that kind of aura can already be compared to Liu Yingying in the half-step Divine Refining Realm.

You must know that with Liu Yingying's strength, an ordinary half-step Divine Realm cultivator is not her opponent at all.

"Your name is Yang Feng, you hurt my sister last time, right?"

The woman in Tsing Yi and Qi Feng walked over, and after a pair of beautiful eyes looked at Liu Yingying a few times, they asked Yang Feng again.

Yang Feng pondered for a moment, and arched his hand: "The last time I shot was completely to save people, I didn't mean to hurt Sister Ling." ā€

The woman in Tsing Yi chuckled lightly twice and said, "Presumably the two of you will also participate in this sect competition, if you are met by me, you just wait to climb back." ā€

Before Yang Feng could answer, Liu Yingying preemptively said: "Then it depends on whether you have that ability!"

As soon as these words came out, the face of the woman in Tsing Yi instantly turned cold, her eyebrows raised, she looked at Liu Yingying provocatively, and said, "Liu Yingying, do you want to compete with me now?"

As soon as the words fell, a thick layer of spiritual power quickly poured out of the body of the woman in Tsing Yi, and the aura became even more huge, this powerful momentum made all the surrounding monks shocked.

Yang Feng thought that Liu Yingying would definitely not be able to help but make a move now, but to his surprise, Liu Yingying didn't care about the provocation of the woman in Tsing Yi, and after a while, he said softly: "You also said just now, you want to teach us a lesson in the competition, isn't it too early to do it now." ā€

When the woman in Tsing Yi heard this, she slowly put away the spiritual power on her body, smiled slightly, and said, "Okay, then let's go to the competition and then decide!"

After finishing speaking, the woman in Tsing Yi turned away, and Qi Feng, who had not spoken beside her, turned around and glared at Yang Feng hatefully, and sneered: "When this competition is over, I will go to you!"

When the woman in Tsing Yi and Qi Feng left, Yang Feng was puzzled: "Senior Sister Liu, do you know that woman in Tsing Yi?"

Liu Yingying said: "She is the daughter of the deputy sect master of the Chiyang Sect, her name is Qi Shuang, I met her outside five years ago, and there was a battle between us. ā€

Yang Feng asked curiously, "How is the victory or defeat between you?"

"I narrowly defeated Qi Shuang in that battle, but at that time I was in the late stage of Qi refining, and she was only in the middle stage of Qi refining, she was just like you now, and at that time she had the strength to kill the late stage of Qi refining cultivators. ā€

Yang Feng was amazed in his heart, and he was extremely curious about this Qi Shuang.

He can have the strength he has now, first of all, because he has cultivated the Star Picking Technique, and the spiritual power in his body is far superior to that of other cultivators, and secondly, there are the anti-heaven exercises and Xuanshuang Fruit that cultivate his divine sense, which make his divine sense many times stronger.

Under these various reasons, Yang Feng has super strength, and what is the reason why this woman in Tsing Yi is so powerful?

At this time, Liu Yingying said again: "I have to admit that she is very powerful, although I am slightly higher than her cultivation by half a level, but judging from the situation just now, the strength of the two of us should be between the best." ā€

Yang Feng said, "Are there any other powerful monks in this competition?"

Liu Yingying said slowly: "In addition to this Qi Shuang, there is another person in the Chiyang Sect, named Lu Feng, he is a disciple of the sect master of the Chiyang Sect, and now he is also a half-step cultivator of the Divine Realm.

I heard that the Yaoyue Sect has produced a female disciple named Ling Yue in recent years, and now she has also stepped into the half-step God Refining Realm, so it is very difficult for us to win the top five this time!"

Hearing this, Yang Feng couldn't help frowning, there were so many powerful opponents participating in the competition, and I didn't know if he and Liu Yingying could survive to the end.

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Three days passed quickly, and the once-in-a-decade sect Xiaobi in the Nanzhou Continent was finally about to start.

The day before the competition, the disciples of each sect went to the registration office to register, and after that, the Chiyang Sect counted the total number of people who participated in the competition.

This time, there were more monks than before, a total of 64 people, and the rules of the competition were a little different from before.

In the past, every time there was a competition, all the sects that came to participate would be ranked, but this time the rules were eliminated round by round, and in the end, only the top four would be ranked, and the rest of the monks would be eliminated one by one during the competition.

For the first four days of the competition, each person will only have one competition per day.

Therefore, after the first day, 32 people will be eliminated, on the second day, 16 people will be eliminated, after the third day, there will be only 8 people left, and on the fourth day, the remaining 8 people will compete again to select the top four.

And the fifth day is the day of the final battle, and the top four monks will fight against each other in pairs, and then the final ranking of this sect competition will be obtained.

The sixty-four monks drew lots to determine their opponents for the first match.

The competition began, and the opponent Yang Feng drew was a thin man of twenty** years old, his face was pale, and his cultivation was at the peak of the middle stage of qi refining.

When Yang Feng saw this opponent for the first time, he thought that he had some kind of illness, but after a while, Yang Feng realized that this person was not in poor health, but that his physique was already like this.

With the order of the referee in the ring, the competition between Yang Feng and this thin man officially began.

Although this person looks very weak, he is extremely sharp when he moves, and he does not drag at all, and he obviously has a lot of actual combat experience.

But with these alone, it is difficult to hurt the powerful Yang Feng at all.

After the two of them had gone through dozens of moves, the thin man's face became more and more ugly, and he was both surprised and helpless in his heart, the attacks he had just made were already exhausted, and ordinary mid-stage Qi refining cultivators couldn't take it at all.

But he didn't expect that Yang Feng, who was also in the middle stage of Qi refining with him, would be so powerful, and he didn't send out any attacks until now, so he blocked all his tactics, and his face was not red or panting, it looked like he had no strength.

This kind of indifferent demeanor, let alone him, even the referee who was watching the game on the sidelines was stunned. This referee is also a mid-stage Qi refining cultivator, and he knows very well the power of the thin man's attacks, and if he makes his own decisions, he will not be able to take it.

Facing such an opponent as soon as he came up, the thin man felt that he had to play his hole cards.

After sending out a move, the thin man's body quickly retreated, and at the same time, with a wave of his right hand, he instantly took out a black steel fork, which was filled with black gas, and it was a low-grade spiritual weapon.

Immediately, the thin man shouted, used all his spiritual power, and rushed out with a wave of a steel fork.

If this blow is blocked again, he will be completely out of action.