Hearing Han Wentuo's words, all the disciples' eyes were like spitting fire, and some of the already grumpy disciples began to curse.
"How amazing is the Pingdang Sect? Aren't they so suppressed by our Qingyun Sect that they can't even lift their heads?"
"You old ghost, you are the coward!"
"We're still afraid that if you don't succeed, just a few outer disciples will beat them until they don't even know their mother."
Ignoring the words of all the disciples, Han Wentuo stood in the void, feeling the majestic murderous intent of Lu Zhenqun in front of him. His expression became solemn, his black robes kept flying, and his aura surged, facing Lu Zhenqun's terrifying murderous intent.
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"Bang!" The void shook. The two people's mountain-like momentums collided with each other. There was a dull sound in the air, and the majestic momentum leaked out.
All the disciples below suddenly stagnated. The terrifying aura that just leaked out was suppressed like a huge mountain with no top, making them feel extremely huge pressure. Their chests seemed to be suffocated. They all looked at it in horror.
Han Wentuo, who was wearing a black robe in the sky, did not expect that Han Wentuo could actually rival the great elder of the Wushang Empire's largest sect.
The atmosphere at the scene was tense, and the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder. As long as there was a disagreement, what would follow would be an extremely terrifying battle. Lu Zhenqun and Han Wentuo were both the top elders of the major sects of the Wushang Empire. There would definitely be something wrong with this fight.
With such terrifying destructive power, the entire Qingyun Sect may not be spared.
Just when everyone thought the battle was inevitable, a faint voice sounded.
"Rupert, it's okay."
Everyone followed the sound and looked over, and it turned out to be Yu Longxiang on the huge platform. Yu Longxiang tapped the chair with his right finger, with a calm expression on his face.
Hearing this, Lu Zhenqun regained his momentum, took a step in the air, leaving an afterimage on the spot, and instantly appeared next to Yu Longxiang, and sat down with a flick of his robe sleeves.
Yu Longxiang waved his hand, and the hazy smoke outside Qingyun Gate quickly dimmed, and then slowly disappeared.
Without the cover of the sect-protecting formation, Qingyun Sect was soon exposed to the air, and it suddenly seemed bright.
Han Wentuo looked at Yu Longxiang in surprise. Accepting provocation at this time is the most irrational behavior. What on earth is this young sect leader thinking?
"If that's the case, then it's better to be respectful than obey orders! Hahaha..."
Han Wentuo didn't think too much, turned around, and shot away, leaving only laughter filling the sky.
As the loud laughter slowly dissipated, many disciples showed angry looks on their faces, obviously very dissatisfied with the arrogant Han Wentuo.
Lu Zhenqun stroked his white beard and said nothing.
"The facts will shut them up. I believe that Ye Feng and Ling Xiao have this strength, even if they are injured." Yu Longxiang smiled faintly, his eyes filled with strong confidence that could not be doubted.
When Han Wentuo went out to lead his disciples in, all the outer disciples of the Qingyun Sect also formed a tofu-shaped square formation, and the one hundred disciples who had entered the second round of the competition stood right in front.
When all the disciples returned to their respective positions, dozens of black shadows quickly approached as far as the eye could see, and the leader was none other than Han Wentuo.
Within a moment, Han Wentuo had already led dozens of disciples to the competition arena. These dozens of disciples, both male and female, were all wearing green clothes. They were also about fifteen years old. They were in their prime years. They were Ping Dang.
He is an outside disciple of the sect.
Han Wentuo took a step forward, and ten disciples stood neatly behind him, looking at each other with the tens of thousands of disciples opposite him.
Almost all the outer disciples stared at the array of only ten people on the opposite side.
Looking at the hundred scarred Qingyun Sect disciples in front of them, the eyes of dozens of young men were filled with disdain.
All the Qingyun Sect disciples were suddenly furious, and they looked at the Pingdang Sect disciples with angry eyes. If looks could kill, they might have been cut into pieces by a thousand knives.
Standing at the forefront of the crowd, Ye Feng looked calm. Even though the disciples of Pingdang Sect were extremely arrogant, he remained unmoved. Where the clothes on his right hand were broken, the thin wound no longer bled, and there was a blood scab on the surface.
, and even began to heal slowly.
Xiang Lingxiao stood next to Ye Feng, with the wound on his right shoulder already bandaged. He waved his right hand gently, Xiang Lingxiao frowned slightly, and a trace of pain flashed across his eyes.
The atmosphere at the scene became tense again, and there was a strong smell of gunpowder in the two teams with huge disparity in power.
Han Wentuo glanced slightly, and said with a slightly sinister expression: "Master Yu, are you sure you want the disciples of your sect to compete with our disciples? It seems that the disciples of your sect are not in a good condition!"
Yu Longxiang raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "There is no need for Elder Han to worry, the discussion can continue as usual."
A smile appeared on his face, and Han Wentuo said: "In that case, I'm relieved. After all, swords have no eyes. If our disciples are really injured, it will be difficult to explain."
This sentence can be said to have a sting in it, and the implication is that the outer disciples of the Qingyun Sect are all wounded and disabled generals, and they can be easily wounded by the strength of the Pingdang Sect disciples.
"It's okay, I just don't know what kind of sparring method Elder Han wants to have?" Yu Longxiang tapped the armrest of the chair with the fingers of his right hand, his expression still indifferent.
Looking at Yu Longxiang's indifferent expression, Han Wentuo couldn't help but hesitate for a moment. Even though he was an old fox wandering around the world, he couldn't tell what kind of medicine Yu Longxiang was selling in his gourd. However, Yu Longxiang's simplest and most direct method was
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The thoughts in his mind were spinning rapidly, Han Wentuo laughed and said: "In that case, let's find a fair method!"
"Oh?" Yu Longxiang raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Ten disciples from each side will take turns to appear, until all the disciples of one side are eliminated, and the remaining side will naturally be the winner." Han Wentuo's slightly sinister voice sounded.
Can this be called fair? You are such an old man that you can tell it. Many disciples could not help but curse.
Yu Longxiang smiled slightly: "Elder Han's move is really fair." There was some irony in his words.
Even though Han Wentuo had practiced well, his face turned slightly red, and then returned to normal.
"However," Yu Longxiang said calmly after a round of words: "As Elder Han wishes, both sides will send ten people to the field until all the disciples of the other side are eliminated."
As soon as these words came out, not only Han Wentuo was shocked, but also all the disciples were stunned and couldn't help but look at Yu Longxiang, who was calm and confident above him.
Yu Longxiang smiled faintly, but his eyes looked at Ye Feng, a look of anticipation flashing deep in his eyes.