"Oh? Does Su Jianxian think that there is someone who can compete with Changsheng?"
A tall and thin elder beside him sneered.
Although he spoke politely, his tone was obviously full of disdain.
The tall and thin elder is Sikong Changsheng’s master... Qian Zhong.
Qian Zhong had a lot of effort to get Sikong Changsheng to his disciples. He also paid great attention to the teachings of his disciples, and he taught almost everything he could to Sikong Changsheng.
He believed that with Sikong Changsheng's current strength, not to mention the number one in the swordsmanship conference, he could occupy a place even among the outer disciples of Xuanyi Sect.
This time, Sikong Changsheng's eyes were not among the top ten, but among the first. If he could directly join the inner sect of the sect.
A higher status.
As for Sikong Changsheng's unscrupulous move to kill or injure his opponent, it is also related to his nature.
This person is unruly and has a higher mind than his superiors, so he is unwilling to fight against some mediocre people.
"Sikong Changsheng has reached the ninth level of the king's realm, and his martial arts are even more special. His strength is far beyond everyone in this conference. I don't believe it. There is still someone who can fight him." An elder said pertinently.
Qian Zhong smiled proudly.
When others praise his disciples, it is equivalent to praise yourself.
"Su Jianxian said this, may I think that your disciple is stronger than my husband's disciple Sikong Changsheng?"
Qian Zhong sneered and said contemptuously: "I heard that Su Jianxian's disciples only have the third level of the king realm, and it seems to be called Ye Feng. Ye Feng, it is Ye Feng. I heard that he had killed the prince of the demon clan. This is a great achievement, that is
I don’t know if it’s because of luck, or if there are indeed two brushes.”
Although Qian Zhong was asking questions, his face showed contempt.
The answer was obviously confirmed in his mind.
Ye Feng was able to kill Fanlou, but he was lucky.
In fact, not only Qian Zhong thought so, but many elders present also had the same idea as him.
How can a mere third level of the king realm kill the demon clan at the eighth level of the king realm?
Under the same realm, the demon clan is stronger than the human clan. Not to mention the killing of the demon clan at a higher level, it is very difficult for ordinary warriors to defeat the demon clan at the same level.
Going through the fifth level of small realm.
Damn, is this kid going to take off?
When fighting head-on, it is impossible to be a rival to Fanlou, not to mention that Fanlou is also a prince of the demon clan, with secret techniques and treasures to protect him.
"Ye Feng is good. Yesterday, he easily defeated the genius of the eighth level of the king's realm with the third level of the king's realm. Such a record is worthy of pride. But Sikong Changsheng is a genius among geniuses. Ye Feng is still a little worse than Sikong Changsheng after all."
An elder commented in a reasonable manner.
No matter whether Ye Feng killed Fanlou due to luck or strength, he deserves respect from everyone, these elders are unwilling to say anything bad about behind their backs.
But Qian Zhong still refused to give in and sneered: "Hmph! It's not just a little worse. Compared with my disciple, Ye Feng is so inferior. Not to mention my disciple, he is his opponent today, Niu Changhao
Ye Feng is probably not able to compare."
"Is that true?"
Su Xueshi snorted coldly and said, "Elder Qian dares to bet with me? If Ye Feng loses to Niu Changhao today, I will be given this banished immortal sword... I hope to offer it with both hands."
As Master Su said, he had taken out his sword.
When everyone else saw the magic sword that flashed inspiration on the table, the eyes of the others couldn't help but jump.
Everyone here knows that Su Xueshi is obsessed with swordsmanship and has collected countless treasures of heaven and earth to cast this banished immortal sword. After years of spiritual energy, he gradually transformed into a natal flying sword.
The native flying sword is the lifeblood of the sword immortal. His cultivation is all above this sword. Once it is lost, he will be almost useless.
The so-called sword is in the man, and the sword is in the dead.
Today, in order to make a sigh for his disciples, Su Shi took out his natal flying sword and exiled immortal sword to make a bet, obviously he was very angry.
An elder could not bear it anymore and comforted him: "Su Jianxian, the exiled immortal sword is your lifeblood. You can't act voluntarily and use it as a bet."
"Yes, Niu Changhao is indeed the leader among geniuses in the main courtyard, and his strength is only below Sikong Changsheng and Xie Cheng."
Mr. Su sneered: "As far as you are concerned, I will definitely lose?"
Qian Zhong stared at the flying sword on the table, and a hint of greed appeared in his eyes.
"Okay, it's a matter of determination, Elder Su, don't regret it."
After a while, Qian Zhong laughed and agreed. He had already determined that Ye Feng would lose this time.
"If Elder Qian loses? What should I do?" Su Shi stared at Qian Zhong and said with a gloomy face: "I heard that Elder Qian has recently obtained a piece of Feiyun Steel, so why not use that piece of Yunfei Steel as a bet."
Qian Zhong's mouth twitched when he heard this.
Feiyungang was taken from a secret realm after going through thousands of dangers. It was an excellent material for casting magical weapons.
For any ordinary iron, just add a little Feiyun Steel to increase the grade by a certain level.
What's more, a whole piece.
It can be said to be priceless and cannot be measured by spirit stones.
"What? Elder Qian doesn't have the courage?" Seeing that Qian Zhong was hesitant, Master Su said slowly inadvertently.
"What's the matter that I dare not! Everyone here will testify to us. I used Feiyun Steel to bet Ye Feng will lose today." Qian Zhong gritted his teeth, took out a white spiritual ore from the storage ring, and slapped it on the table.
The white ore is the size of a face plate and has a very special shape. It looks light and not like iron ore, but like a ball of cotton wool.
"good!"
Mr. Su's eyes lit up as well.
At this moment, Elder Tian announced loudly on the ring: "The last game of the top ten martial arts battles is Ye Feng of Jiange, against Niu Changhao of the main courtyard, and on both sides of the battle, please come on stage."
The battle is about to begin, and the elders on the stage have to cheer up.
Niu Changhao, who was tall and big, jumped onto the ring first. He first nodded slightly at Xie Cheng from the audience, and then moved his eyes to Ye Feng on the other side and shouted: "Ye Feng, come up and die."
His aura was violent, and his eighth level of the king's realm was emitted. The warriors watching from the audience were shocked when they saw this.
Niu Changhao is known as the third person in this conference, with a strong cultivation level, second only to Sikong Changsheng and Xie Cheng.
Previously, Sikong Changsheng and Xie Cheng won easily when they came on stage and did not show their true strength. Now, as soon as Niu Changhao came on stage, he showed his cultivation and shouted at Ye Feng, which obviously shocked everyone in the audience.
Ye Feng flew up and jumped onto the ring, smiled faintly and said, "Is it Xie Cheng who asked you to deal with me?"
Niu Changhao's eyes just now were noticed by Ye Feng, and he didn't have to think about it and knew what it meant.
Niu Changhao did not answer Ye Feng's words, but said coldly: "Boy, I heard that you killed Fanlou and were respected as a human hero. In my opinion, he is just a person who deceives the world and steals the reputation. Today, I will let me, Niu Changhao reveal yours.
true colors."
Before he finished speaking, Niu Changhao had already taken out a giant golden axe.
He is tall, but the giant axe is even bigger than him.
The giant axe in hand, plus the violent aura emitted, was really like a god and a demon coming to the world.
"Let's take out the weapons!" Niu Changhao shouted.