"Come on!" Xiao Chang shouted, frantically picked up the Fang Tian Painting Halberd and spun it quickly, and finally threw the Fang Tian Painting Halberd, the halberd body rotated and swept towards the silver sword in the sky, the continuous rotation of the force blocked the thousands of sword shadows that attacked, and the sound of 'ping pong' was endless.

Shan Yong glanced at the Fang Tian painting halberd that was thrown by Xiao Changzai, chuckled, and couldn't help muttering in his heart, 'Without the halberd, do you still want to take the troops with your bare hands?'

Without hesitation, he lifted the silver sword in his hand and stabbed at Xiao Changzai.

As soon as Xiao Changzai threw out the halberd, he saw that Shan Yong had already attacked. At this moment, the cold glow emanating from the silver sword was already approaching, if it was about the speed of the body, Xiao Chang was only at the first level of qi gathering, and naturally he could not compare with Shan Yong.

Xiao Changzai knew that he couldn't dodge, so he used a spiritual power to protect his palm. Just when Shan Yong's silver sword was about to stab Xiao Changzai, Xiao Changzai grabbed the silver sword with his bare hands.

This move really caught Shan Yong by surprise, and before Shan Yong could react, the silver sword in his hand had been tightly grasped by Xiao Chang, and the place where Xiao Chang grabbed it was still the silver sword blade.

Shocked in his heart, before Shan Yong pulled out the sword, Xiao Chang formed a claw style in his right hand, and the left hand that grabbed the sword pulled hard, pulling Shan Yong's body closer, and his right hand grabbed Shan Yong's neck with the force of his left hand.

At this moment, time seemed to have been solidified, and on the floating stone, whether it was the sect people who were preparing for the battle or the sect people who came to watch the battle, they were all surprised, looking at each other, wanting to discuss, but they couldn't help but want to see what would happen next.

"This white-clothed young man is holding an orange-level weapon in his hand, although it is just a mortal product, but it will not be caught by a person of the first order of gathering qi with his bare hands!" Zhuge Liuyun looked below, and couldn't help but become more and more interested in this Xiao Chang, if he had an unusual system, let alone an orange-level weapon, even if it was a weapon that had not entered the seven-level weapon, it was used in the hands of a person of the third order of gathering qi, and it was not something that a person of the first order of gathering qi could catch with his bare hands.

Xuanyi Daoist was also frowning at the moment, staring at Xiao Changzai's stern face, he knew that what Zhuge Liuyun said was not false at all, he never expected that the fairy child in the sect this time would actually have an extraordinary person.

Then Xuan Yi Dao was secretly happy in his heart, seeing that the Fang Tian painting halberd that was swung out by Xiao Chang had already smashed the silver sword in the sky, and he also knew that the victory and defeat had been decided at this moment.

Xiao Chang was pinching Shan Yong's neck, his left hand was bloody, glaring at Shan Yong angrily, and said sonorously

"You're defeated. ”

Originally, Shan Yong was still in a trance, but when Xiao Changzai said this, he couldn't help but be shocked, his eyes widened, and he didn't know what to say.

Then, Xiao Changzai let go of the hand that grabbed Shan Yong's neck, grabbed it into the air with one hand, and the Fang Tian painting halberd, as if receiving the order, quickly returned to Xiao Changzai's hand.

It wasn't until a veteran announced the results of the competition that Shan Yong came to his senses, originally seeing that the other party was just a first-order gathering qi, and thought that he could easily win this competition, but he never expected to lose.

Shan Yong shook his head helplessly, kicked his feet, his body rose up, and jumped towards the floating stone.

At this time, although Xiao Changzai's left hand was in severe pain, he was extremely happy in his heart, so many people watched him defeat the figure of the third order of Qi gathering, which naturally satisfied his vanity.

However, Xiao Changzai still pretended to be cold, put Fang Tian's halberd in the bamboo slips, and then jumped up, about to jump on the floating stone.

But his jump seemed to be because his own cultivation was not enough, and he couldn't jump to the height of the floating stone at all. After falling to the ground, Xiao Chang peeked at the people watching the battle around him, put his hands behind his back, pretended to be very calm, and walked aside.

Yu Chengfeng saw that the competition was over, jumped down from the floating stone, and landed beside Xiao Chang as if he was gliding in the air, grabbed Xiao Changzai's left hand, and said with concern

"Are your hands all right?"

Xiao Chang waved his hand and said

"Hey, this little flesh wound, it's nothing. ”

Yu Chengfeng saw Xiao Chang on his left palm with a few traces of deep bones, seeing this shocking wound, Yu Chengfeng couldn't help but gasp, if it wasn't for Xiao Chang using spiritual power to protect the palm of his hand, I'm afraid it would be bleeding at this moment.

With such a look, how can it not hurt, although he is an immortal cultivator, but the pain is still like an ordinary person, Yu Chengfeng deeply remembers the pain when he was injured in the duel with Wang Ran.

"I'll find some medicine later, I see that there is not much left on the floating stone, I'm afraid it's going to be my turn soon." After Yu Chengfeng said, he jumped up and jumped onto the floating stone to stand by.

Seeing Yu Chengfeng jumping onto the floating stone, Xiao Changzai shook his head helplessly, and deep down he had to admit that his strength was all based on the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand.

Shan Yong, who jumped onto the floating stone, still couldn't accept losing to a person who was so much younger than him and a person who was so much younger.

He stroked the silver sword in his hand, and was about to wipe away the blood stains left by Xiao Chang on the blade, only to see that the red blood stains slowly seemed to drill into the sword, at first the blood stains spread to the sword body, and finally, the blood stains automatically poured into the sword.

Although the sword body did not change any color, it suddenly shook and almost fell off from Shan Yong's hand.

Seeing this vision, Shan Yong was shocked, and the sword in his hand seemed to have turned into another unfamiliar sword. Although the appearance and the aura emitted by the sword body have not changed in any way, Shan Yong always felt that the sword in his hand at this time seemed to be much more estranged, and suddenly whether it was Shan Yong to this silver sword, or the silver sword to Shan Yong, there was a strange feeling.

The swords that can enter the colorful level are all attached to spirituality, and they have been with the Lord for many years, and they can cherish each other even more. And this silver sword is the heirloom of the Shan Yong family, which has been with the Shan family for many years, but now because of Xiao Changzai's bloodstains, this sword has lost its previous intimacy.

This kind of vision, Shan Yong can be said to be unheard of, unseen, if this sword has no intention of sympathy with him, in the future, this sword can exert only one-third of the power in his hands, or even less. In this way, this competition not only failed, but also greatly reduced Shan Yong's overall strength.

However, Shan Yong was more confused than hateful, and wanted to go and ask Xiao Changzai what was going on, but he didn't know how to speak, I'm afraid that even Xiao Chang himself didn't know the reason for this.

Shan Yong looked deeply at Xiao Chang, who was sitting in the grass below, and couldn't help but mutter

"What the hell is this ability?"

Eventually, Shan Yong put the silver sword in the bamboo slips, and planned to tell the elders of the family about it the next time he returned home, to see if the elders of the family could restore the sword in some way.

The competition continued, and before Yu Chengfeng came on the field, this also made him quite anxious, and he didn't know if it was deliberately arranged by the elders in the sect, or if it was purely a coincidence.

With Xiao Chang's subsequent competition, there was not much to see, Yu Chengfeng wanted to continue to practice the spirit shield style, but found that he couldn't calm down.

With the end of several competitions, it was finally Yu Chengfeng's turn to play, only to hear the old man shouting

"In the last competition, Yu Chengfeng and He Zhi. ”

When the old way was announced, some people in the sect talked about it and swept it in all directions, and they didn't know who Yu Chengfeng was.

"Senior Brother He Zhi is on the field, hey, this competition is overwhelming, and there is not much to see. ”

"Yes, I don't know which sect it is, but he actually met Senior Brother He Zhi in the first game, and he is considered unlucky. ”

"Well, He Zhi was originally a loose cultivator, and a few years ago he joined my Wufu Sect, and I heard that his strength has reached the fourth order of Qi Gathering, I am afraid that few of the disciples who have entered the sect in the past ten years are his opponents. ”

Yu Chengfeng listened to these words in his head, and couldn't help but think:

If he is a casual cultivator and often walks around in this world, presumably this He Zhi is not only a fourth-order in strength, but also a lot of combat experience.

Thinking of this, Yu Chengfeng took a deep breath and jumped off the floating stone.

Before Yu Chengfeng landed, he listened to the people on the floating stone talking again

"Hey, is that kid under seven years old going down to compete?" one of them asked the person next to him with a suspicious expression.

"Yes, you see, Senior Brother He Zhi also went down. ”

"This competition, what's there to see, anyway, it's the last one, or let's stop watching it and go around other places. ”

The other shook his head and said

"Let's see, he can enter my sect at such a young age, it must be extraordinary, see if he can support Senior Brother He Zhi in a few moves. ”

"I see, if you don't make three moves, the kid will lose. ”

The other smiled silently and swept towards Yu Chengfeng.

Less than three zhang away from Yu Chengfeng, there was a young man standing, he was dressed in light gray clothes, his body was straight, his eyes were indifferent, he glanced at Yu Chengfeng, his expression changed, and then he was restored as before.

Presumably he didn't expect that he would compete with such a child.