"Master Yu is so brave." A sneer appeared on Han Wentuo's face. How could you, the wounded and disabled generals, be our disciples' opponents? Besides, those of you who are not injured don't have much combat effectiveness. If this continues, you
Defeat is inevitable.
Seeing Han Wentuo's expression, Yu Longxiang smiled faintly. It didn't matter if the Pingdang Sect won this time. Against these injured disciples, even if the Pingdang Sect won, it would still be a weak victory.
"In that case, Elder Han, we can get started." Yu Longxiang smiled lightly and said calmly.
Han Wentuo was stunned for a moment, with a gloomy smile on his face: "Of course, Master Yu, don't worry, we are ready to start at any time." Behind him, ten young men all dressed in Tsing Yi were eager to try, their eyes wide.
Every one of them shone with disdain, as if their opponents were meat on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered by them.
Naturally, this scene could not escape Ye Feng's gaze. He had a slight sneer on his face. He lowered his head and glanced at the slender wound on his right hand. He saw that the blood scab at the wound had become solidified. It seemed that the blood scab would soon disappear.
It can come off and be as good as before.
Yu Longxiang's expression remained indifferent, and he calmly said: "Then let's use Arena No. 1 in the center as the battle venue! I wonder if Elder Han has any objections?"
Han Wentuo's face showed a chill: "Of course not."
"Then please take a seat, Elder Han."
Yu Longxiang waved his right hand, and a simple chair appeared in the sky on the huge platform. Then it slowly fell to the ground and landed on the huge platform without a trace of dust.
Han Wentuo's pupils shrank slightly, he touched the ground with the soles of his feet, and his body shot up, flying onto the huge platform in an instant. With a flick of his robe sleeves, he sat firmly on the seat.
Dozens of Pingdang Sect disciples walked neatly to the bottom of Arena No. 1 at the same time and stood there quietly.
Han Wentuo glanced at Yu Longxiang: "I wonder who Master Yu plans to send for this competition?"
"There's no rush, Elder Han."
Yu Longxiang smiled calmly, then flicked his sleeves and shouted loudly: "Ye Feng, come out to Ling Xiao."
"yes."
Ye Feng and Xiang Lingxiao shuddered at the same time, took a step forward, and stood at the front of the team.
Looking at the two of them, Yu Longxiang showed a faint smile and shouted: "This competition is left to you, let them see the powerful power of Qingyun Sect, do you understand?"
Ye Feng and Xiang Lingxiao said almost at the same time: "Yes! I will definitely live up to the trust of the sect master."
As soon as the sound hit the ground, the two figures flickered on the spot and appeared at the bottom of Arena No. 1, only a few dozen feet away from the ten Pingdang Sect disciples on the opposite side.
At this time, not only all the Qingyun Sect disciples were in disbelief, but also Han Wentuo and the ten Pingdang Sect disciples were also stunned.
Han Wentuo twitched the corner of his mouth and said with a gloomy face: "Does Master Yu plan to only send these two disciples?"
Yu Longxiang smiled lightly and said: "Two people are enough."
Han Wentuo suddenly became furious, his eyes flashed with rage, he took a deep breath and said, "It seems that Master Yu has made up his mind?"
Han Wentuo couldn't help but be angry. Yu Longxiang's attitude made him confused. He only sent two people, and both of them looked injured. He obviously despised the disciples of Pingdang Sect.
His eyes couldn't help but shift to Ye Feng and Xiang Lingxiao. As the outstanding disciple of Qingyun Sect, Xiang Lingxiao naturally had information in Pingdang Sect, but Ye Feng seemed ordinary, just as the seventh disciple.
How could the Overlord accept the challenge of ten people side by side with Xiang Lingxiao? If Yu Longxiang hadn't sent Xiang Lingxiao out, Han Wentuo would have almost thought that Yu Longxiang was perfunctory with him.
"Of course, you can get ready to start at any time." Yu Longxiang's face remained calm, without a single ripple.
All the Pingdang Sect disciples looked angrily at Ye Feng and Xiang Lingxiao across from them. The first disciple on Ye Feng's left hand was full of arrogance and said loudly: "Elder, since they only sent two people, leave it to me.
Just one person is enough.”
"Shut up, come on if you are told." Han Wentuo's face was filled with anger. The reason why the brainless guy chose this time to provoke Qingyun Sect was not only to observe the strength of Qingyun Sect, but also to humiliate Qingyun.
The disciples tried to break their fighting spirit and prepare for the future. This disciple arrogantly treated the two of them as if they were nothing, and would definitely be humiliated, which would in turn make others more ambitious.
Yu Longxiang said calmly: "I wonder if Elder Han's disciples are ready?"
Han Wentuo's face was gloomy, and he said with some displeasure: "You can do it at any time."
"This competition between the outer disciples of the Qingyun Sect and the Pingdang Sect has officially begun. The rules will be discussed until the other side is defeated. The remaining side will win."
Yu Longxiang's slightly majestic voice swept across the audience, hovered in the air, and slowly dissipated.
Before he finished speaking, the first Pingdang Sect disciple on Ye Feng's left took the lead and jumped onto the No. 1 competition arena. Standing on the competition arena, he looked at Ye Feng and Xiang Ling Xiao and said, "Which of you will come first?
"
Ye Feng and Xiang Lingxiao looked at each other and were about to make a move.
"Looking at the two of you, why don't you two come together? It will save you trouble." The Pingdang Sect disciple on the stage said with arrogance.
As soon as these words came out, almost all the Qingyun Sect disciples were stunned for a while, with sarcastic smiles on their faces, looking at this disciple as if they were looking at a dead person.
Hearing these words, Han Wentuo's face became even more gloomy, and he almost wanted to slap this brainless disciple to death.
Ye Feng was also shocked. I was the only one who asked others to join me. How could this happen? A mere Pingdang Sect disciple could be so arrogant and turn against the guest?
A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, "You will definitely make you pay for underestimating me." Ye Feng tapped his toes and jumped onto the battlefield.
A hand suddenly stretched out from the side and gently pressed Ye Feng's shoulder. Ye Feng turned his head and saw Xiang Ling Xiao's solemn eyes: "I'll leave the rest to you!"
Ye Feng looked intently at the Pingdang Sect disciples opposite him, his face slightly solemn, and then casually glanced at the disciple on the stage, smiled disdainfully and said: "In that case, let's spare this guy for the time being."
A disdainful sneer reached the ears of the Pingdang Sect disciple above, and he immediately said angrily: "You still don't know who spared whom?"
Ignoring this seemingly idiotic Pingdang Sect disciple, Ye Feng closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing slightly, preparing for the next battle.
Xiang Ling Xiao glanced at the disciple on the stage from the corner of his eyes, and a cold light flashed before he jumped up with a light body.
"It's enough for me to be your opponent," Xiang Ling Xiao said calmly, looking at Ye Feng who closed his eyes to rest: "As for him, he will make you shut up."
The Pingdang Sect disciple looked at Xiang Lingxiao with disdain, and the wound on his right shoulder caught his eye: "I will finish you off in one round."
The cold light in his eyes disappeared once again, and Xiang Ling Xiao smiled faintly: "I'm looking forward to it."