Obviously a few days ago, Liu Yu's strength was still in its early stages, but in just a short time, he had already reached the peak of the golden elixir.
Even Ye Fan, who had a smooth journey on the road of cultivation, had to be amazed at the speed of his cultivation.
"After what happened some time ago, my strength has been greatly improved in a short period of time, so I want to go up and give it a try."
Ye Fan felt the aura of Feng Bo Feilian on the stage and found that this person's strength was in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
Although the difference in strength between the two is only three stages, each level is a hurdle.
It is still very dangerous for Liu Yu, who is at the peak of Jin Dan, to deal with Feng Bo Feilian, who is in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
"Okay, it's a good thing for young people to have an adventurous spirit. I've made the decision for you. Go up and I'll bear the responsibility for losing!"
Di Jiang approved the matter with a wave of his hand.
As soon as Liu Yu came on stage, many monks in Guangming Pavilion started talking.
"This boy's strength is only at the peak of the Golden Core. How did he have the courage to go up?"
"No matter what, I'm not afraid of the embarrassment of losing!"
Di Jiang's face suddenly changed color. He turned around and looked at the Illuminati monks in front of him who were watching the battle.
"How dare you laugh at him? Think about what you just did! A middle-level Nascent Soul person actually scared you all to the point of cowering and you didn't even dare to go on stage. You're not as brave as a child!"
Those monks realized that they were in the wrong, and immediately shut their mouths, no longer making Di Jiang angry.
"I tell you, if you lose, you will be punished for Liu Yu! But if you win, you should thank Liu Yu!"
Di Jiang said coldly.
After saying that, he turned around and continued to watch the competition on the stage. The monks he had just trained were all as good as quails at the moment.
Looking at the young human monk who was not yet an adult standing opposite him, Feng Bo Feilian let out a burst of wild laughter.
"Are you Illuminati sect depleted? Just send a little kid like this to compete with me!"
Liu Yu picked up the sword in his hand and pointed the tip at Feng Bo. He looked at Feng Bo coldly and said.
"To deal with people like you, it's enough for me to play!"
Uncle Feng's face darkened.
"Don't be too arrogant, little one. Although it is very good to have such a level of cultivation at your age, it is still far behind me. If you behave better and admit defeat, I might be able to keep your body intact."
Uncle Feng sneered.
Liu Yu also laughed.
"Then what do you mean, you killed me and I still want to thank you?"
"Hahaha, it's your honor to die under my wind!"
The old man laughed wildly and took out an exquisite folding fan from his arms.
He opened the folding fan with a swishing sound and gently fanned Liu Yu twice.
A gust of wind blew from the fan to Liu Yu.
As he stood motionless in the wind, he curled his lips and said loudly.
"Old man, you don't have that much strength, do you? With this strength, it would be difficult to kill me!"
Faced with Liu Yu's provocation, the old man became angry and increased the intensity of the fan. For a moment, flying sand and rocks were flying all over the sky.
Liu Yu still stood motionless in the wind.
Who is he? He is the reincarnation of the Yellow Emperor. Uncle Feng is already an old friend to him.
If you can defeat him once, you can defeat him a second time. What's more, Feng Bo is getting older and his magic power is not as good as before. As the reincarnation of the emperor, how can Liu Yu be afraid of him?
"Old man, you are so windy, you are really choking!"
Liu Yu took out a bottle of water from the ring, rinsed his mouth and washed the sand off his face.