"Liu Junxie, Liu Junxie, you have put a lot of effort into letting me die. I will not let you down." With a long distance, Yan Fei and Liu Junxie looked at each other. Before they could fight, their eyes were full of provocation.

Next, the competition begins.

Yan Fei was a little curious. He did not find any fighting platform on the martial arts field.

When he was suspicious, several old men in Taoist robes of Qingyuan Sect walked out.

They used the magic tricks of immortality, condensed the spiritual power of the earth, and gathered five fighting platforms.

The dock platform emits a gray-brown light, which is very magical.

Then, several monks from the Buddhist and Jialan Temple also came out, but they saw them lying and waved their hands casually. A golden light shone on the table, making the gray-brown table turn golden yellow.

Yan Fei is no longer the Wuxia Ameng he used to be.

He understood that the three realms of immortality, martial arts and Buddha existed together in Zhenwu Continent.

Martial arts emphasize tempering the body, immortal arts emphasize using the power of nature and practicing magic, while Buddhist arts focus on the practice of inscriptions and Buddhism, which can be said to have their own strengths.

Several old men from Qingyuan Sect gathered into a doutai with the help of the spiritual power of the earth, and then the monks from Jialan Temple blessed with Buddhism. These doutais are extremely solid.

Soon, Dugu Mo began to go on stage to compete in order.

For a moment, a fierce battle started on the five squatters.

Yan Fei looked at him with interest.

"The disciples of the Jianwu Hall are indeed capable. What kind of cultivation is that most of them are in the martial arts realm. One third of them can reach the martial arts realm, and it does not pose a threat to me."

Yan Fei remembers all the top ten masters of the Jianwu Hall mentioned by Chen Fu.

Therefore, he is particularly concerned about these people.

He found that what Chen Fu said was not bad at all. These people were not weak in their cultivation and treasures in their hands. Moreover, Yan Fei found that they had reservations and their cultivation was likely to be close to each other, and even reached the level of a martial arts master.

No matter what, today we will have to fight, and if we don’t fight, we will win if we fight.

Victory is still not the goal, you should win simply and neatly.

Yan Fei had already made up his mind, and the Haoran fighting spirit in his bones was gradually emerging.

....

The armed struggle was going on very quickly, with some people being happy and some being worried, and cheers came from time to time on the martial arts performance.

Just when everyone else was watching the fun, Yan Fei had another scene in his mind.

He imagined the scene of everyone fighting with him in his mind.

About an hour later, Dugu Mo finally shouted No. 96.

"The 96th game, against both sides, Yan Fei and Liu Junxie."

In an instant, there was a noise everywhere among the disciples of Jianwu Hall.

"Yan, Yan Fei? Who is Yan Fei?" Some people have never heard of this name.

Everyone who heard it looked at Yan Fei, the look seemed to be looking at a dying person.

"So coincidental? I heard that the man surnamed Yan offended Liu Junxie. Is this a coincidence so coincidental?"

"Come on? More than 250 events, what a coincidence? Is this still necessary to ask who Liu Junxie is, the legitimate grandson of the Liu family, and who he wants to compare with is not a matter of one word."

"Yes, it seems that Liu Junxie is interested in killing."

"No wonder others are the ones surnamed Yan are too stubborn. A mountain village boy insists on provoking Liu Junxie. Can people fight for life and have good fruits?"

Yan Fei turned a blind eye to those various gazes.

He turned a deaf ear to those messy words.

With countless eyes watching, he walked from the end of the crowd to the No. 1 Fighting Platform.

Liu Junxie looked proud and was about to leave when Bai Ruoxuan came closer.

"Senior brother, I will never feel at ease if he doesn't die. You must not give him a chance."

Liu Junxie patted Bai Ruoxuan on the shoulder intimately.

"Give him a chance? Humph, don't worry, I will make him die ugly. Ruoxuan, how about we get engaged when we both step into Jiange?"

Upon hearing this, a blush appeared on Bai Ruoxuan's face, which made Liu Junxie feel very happy.

After a few breaths, Liu Junxie strided towards the No. 1 Doutai.

Liu Junxie came to the stage and suddenly exerted force. The fighting spirit surged outside his body. He used a move to fly to the sky and rose up from the ground. The fighting platform was originally only two feet high, but Liu Junxie jumped up more than three feet high.

Then, he slowly fell from a high place and stood steadily on the fighting platform.

Being handsome, free and easy, and calm to the extreme.

Just taking the stage won applause, and even the elders of Mingjian Villa smiled.

With so many masters from the sect present, the disciples are showing their strength and giving Mingjian Villa a face.

"Beautiful, just this trick, hey, I'll be in trouble for the rest of my life."

"This is Ling Yun Feizong, the secret master of the Liu family. Unexpectedly, Liu Junxie has practiced to this point."

"Fortunately I didn't meet him, otherwise, I would be embarrassing today."

Bai Ruoxuan was surrounded by some female disciples.

"Junior Sister Ruoxuan, you are really lucky. If you follow Senior Brother Liu in the future, you will fly to the wind and rain, don't forget to take care of us."

"That's right, Senior Brother Liu is handsome and has unlimited potential. Alas, that person with the surname Yan has suffered today."

These compliments made Bai Ruoxuan's face full of unconcealed smiles.

She secretly looked at Liu Junxie in the stands, and the rainbow flew into her temples and her face was full of peach blossoms.

Everyone seemed to want to see Yan Fei come on stage with a beautiful appearance, but unfortunately everything was plain. Yan Fei just gently flashed the fighting platform, not at all ostentatious.

Some disappointed people made repeated sighs.

On stage.

Liu Junxie looked around intentionally, as if he was enjoying the awesomeness of praise.

After a few breaths, he came to his senses and looked at Yan Fei.

"Boy, I finally waited for this day."

"So too." Yan Fei's tone was very cold and direct.

Liu Junxie glanced at the sword in Yan Fei's hand and sneered: "I'm so poor, hey, to be honest, I would rather kill a dog than kill you. It's boring. But you're looking for death by yourself. Boy, I know you have some skills. This time, I won't give you any chance."

The last sentence Liu Junxie is inspired by the heart.

He has always despised Yan Fei, but Yan Fei defeated Liu Junyi and killed many people in the Liu family. He was always puzzled. You must know that Yan Fei has no swordsman guidance, no cultivation resources, and nothing is available.

Therefore, Liu Junxie Qian didn't dare to be too careless.

As he finished speaking, Liu Junxie shook his hand with one hand, and a long sword flashing with golden light was held in his hand.

Someone from the audience immediately exclaimed: "Jin Feng Sword, look, Liu Junxie is in his hand the middle-grade Jin Feng Sword."

"That's right, the golden light is bright and the sword is sharp. It's the golden sword."

"This..., what about Liu Junxie? Do you need to use the Golden Fight Sword to deal with Yan Fei?"

The metallic natural force gathered on the golden sword, and the golden light flashed. When the sword edge appeared, Yan Fei couldn't help but secretly praised it.

Just now, Yan Fei suddenly felt that the golden light on the Jinfeng sword actually caused a slight sense of the sword vein he had just gathered.
Chapter completed!