Sima Yan naturally would not be polite. Just kidding, his cultivation is not only lower than Chu Zhaonan, but his actual combat experience is probably not as good as Chu Zhaonan. In this case, although Chu Zhaonan's strength was suppressed at the fourth level of Qi Refining, the advantage of combat experience can be more obvious. If Sima Yan even lets the other party take action first, it would be really arrogant.

The Red Killing Sword in his hand was unsheathed. Sima Yan flashed, and immediately stood up, swung the sword and stabbed Chu Zhaonan's body. The cultivation level of the fourth level of Qi Refining was fully activated, and he did not stop at all as soon as he took action.

"Haha, okay, come on!" Chu Zhaonan saw it and laughed loudly, his hand shook, a long sword was unsheathed, and then a hidden knife slashed out horizontally, sweeping straight towards the long sword that Sima Yan stabbed. Although his cultivation was suppressed at this time, his body and body skills were much more flexible than Sima Yan. Before the sword could be hit, his figure took a step forward and took the initiative to approach Sima Yan.

"Dang!" A sound of gold and iron fighting sounded, sparks flew everywhere, Sima Yan immediately felt a numbness in his hand, and his hands holding the sword were almost gone, and the long sword in his hand was shocked to escape. Just as Sima Yan was numb, Chu Zhaonan's figure had already leaned against Sima Yan, clenched his left fist, and punched hard at Sima Yan, who was unstable in the center of gravity.

"I'll go..." Sima Yan was at this time when the old force was dissipated and the new force had not yet emerged. He could not dodge at all. He had only time to make a helpless roar, and a powerful force immediately came from his chest. However, I don't know if it was an illusion. He originally thought that this attack would hurt him, but when it really fell, Sima Yan just felt a powerful thrust coming from his body, and his body was unstable and retreated seven or eight steps, and then sat on the ground.

Sima Yan glanced at the corner of his eyes and saw the Lord Shi Feng below the stage, his lips were closed, as if he was giving some order. Chu Zhaonan, who was about to attack in front of him, also stopped, then stretched out his hand and called Sima Yan: "Come on, continue!" The meaning of letting go was obvious.

However, Sima Yan was not in conflict. After all, his practical experience was too bad. With such an opportunity to exercise without injury, he was happy to participate. Naturally, he would not expose it. Instead, he got up, waved the Red Killing Sword in his hand again, and then used the sword as a knife, imitating Chu Zhaonan's previous appearance, and swept a hidden knife across and chopped it towards Chu Zhaonan.

"Do you use the sword as a sword? Haha, that's a bit funny. But since that's the case, it's okay for me to use the sword as a sword!" Because the distance was still far away, Chu Zhaonan was calm and smiled slightly, stretched out the long sword in his hand, then pointed it at Sima Yan, and said lightly: "Although the hidden head knife is extremely domineering, it also pays attention to a distance. Such a long distance is not enough, it is easy to be broken!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Zhaonan moved, holding the long sword straight, and suddenly stepped forward. At this time, Sima Yan's red killing sword had just been cut, revealing a big gap, while Chu Zhaonan's long sword just penetrated the gap and stabbed Sima Yan's chest.

"Ah..." Sima Yan was shocked and sweated in a cold sweat. He had just punched him before. Even if he was really hit, he would only be injured at most. But now the other party was stabbed by a long sword. If he was stabbed, the best result would be bloody!

However, just when Sima Yan was shocked, the long sword that Chu Zhaonan stabbed towards him suddenly stopped, and then a smug smile appeared on his face: "Young Master, you lost!"

Sima Yan's mouth twitched, but then he took a step back unconvincedly, blocked the sword in his hand, and then took advantage of his power to retreat to the back, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Okay, come again!"

"..." Chu Zhaonan was stunned. If he lost, he would lose. How many things mean? However, seeing the face of Shi Fengzhu in the audience, Chu Zhaonan had to take a deep breath and continued to wave to Sima Yan and said, "Okay, do you plan to use a knife or a sword this time? I'll let you take a move first!"

Sima Yan looked at the other party with a proud look on his face, took a deep breath and said, "No, this time I will let you take the move first, and I must use the hidden head knife. I must break your move!"

"Okay, it depends on whether you have the ability!" Chu Zhaonan shouted coldly, waved the long sword in his hand, and a buzzing sound came out, the speed was more than twice as fast as before, the sword was heavy, and it seemed that there was something about cracking mountains and rocks. Sima Yan couldn't help swallowing. If this was hit by a knife, with his cultivation level, he would probably finish it!

"Hmm? No, isn't his current cultivation level suppressed to the fourth level of Qi Refining? I'm also the fourth level of Qi Refining, I'm afraid he will do anything!" Sima Yan couldn't help but have a strange idea in his mind. Then, he followed Chu Zhaonan's previous appearance, raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it at Chu Zhaonan. Seeing the opponent's long sword slashed, he quickly seized the opportunity and suddenly stepped forward and stabbed it out.

"Dang!" Another numb feeling came, and Sima Yan clearly felt that this attack was even more powerful than before, making the Red Killing Sword in his hand difficult to hold again, and flew out and landed several feet away. Then, a long sword with a cold light was placed on his neck.

"You lost, young sect leader!" Chu Zhaonan took a step back, withdrew the long sword in his hand, and said lightly. Sima Yan didn't see clearly when the other party's sword hit his long sword and when it hit Zi's neck.

"No, you're slower, I didn't even see how you made the move before!" Sima Yan did not care about the hundreds of outer disciples and Shi Fengzhu and others watching from the audience. He calmly picked up the long sword, and then said to Chu Zhaonan: "One more, I lack practical experience. You can't bully me like this!"

"..." Chu Zhaonan looked at Shi Fengzhu below the audience speechlessly.

"..." The outer disciples around the audience also looked at Master Shi Feng with a speechless look on their faces.

It turns out that this second-generation ancestor is not coming here to compete in competitions, but to find someone to train. Oh my God, if you want to train, just look for Shi Feng’s main person, is it necessary to occupy the competitive platform? Is it necessary to scare us weak outer disciples?

Master Shi Feng directly ignored the gazes around him and still looked at the stage motionlessly. If he ignored his open eyes and long Taoist hair, it would be very appropriate to describe it as an old monk entering into meditation.

"Okay, then young master, come again, I'll slow down!" There was no way, Master Shi Feng didn't express his opinion, and Chu Zhaonan dared not complain at all. What is the sect occupying the arena? The entire sect belongs to the ancestor; what is the sect asking for someone to accompany him? The entire sect belongs to the ancestor! And the ancestor's, naturally the young master's, is it his turn to complain!

"Look at the sword!" This time, Sima Yan did not talk nonsense anymore, and directly stabbed the long sword in his hand, and tried his best to stab Chu Zhaonan...

In the blink of an eye, it was already sunset. As Sima Yan lost his energy, he was about to fall on the competition platform. Then Shi Feng Lord flashed and supported him. The competition for the day finally came to an end.

Chu Zhaonan was hungry and tired at this time. He was not as good as Sima Yan. He did not have the elixirs to regain his strength from time to time. He regretted it vaguely. Why did he suddenly go to the stage with a hot head and then choose to compete with this second-generation ancestor? Well, I decided that he would never come to the arena again in the future, and it would be best not to see this young sect leader again!

"Hey, the surname Chu, I'll fight tomorrow! Remember, if you don't come, I'll let Senior Brother Si Ling find you!" Sima Yan struggled to look at Chu Zhaonan, who was exhausted and slumped on the ground and gasping for breath, and said with a smile.

"..." It was about to finish, and Chu Zhaonan suddenly felt that he would finish sooner or later if he continued like this! It was not that he was beaten to death, but that he was exhausted to death!

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Chapter completed!