"Master Mu, a disciple of your sect, is there anyone stronger than Mu Feichen?"
Gu Mingqiu looked at Mu Qingxuan and said with a smile.
The four disciples of the Qingyun Sect, Qi Shengjie, Sun Hua, and Mu Feichen, have successively fought against Luo Fan.
The only one left who didn't take action was Mu Xiuyuan.
Mu Xiuyuan is not a direct descendant of the sect leader, so it can be seen that his qualifications are lower than those of Sun Hua and Mu Feichen, and the possibility of being stronger than Sun Hua and Mu Feichen is almost zero.
Gu Mingqiu naturally knew that these words were mostly meant to be sarcastic.
"Why……!"
"Sect Master Gu, your sect has a proud man like Luo Fan. It's unexpected! Unexpected!"
"The strongest disciple of the Bizong is Mu Feichen. In this competition among the four sects, the Qingyun Sect will still be ranked behind the Xuanyang Sect."
Mu Qingxuan sighed, with a look of pain on his face.
Sixty years ago, there was the last four-sect competition.
The disciple who won the first place in the Tianji Sect could only reach the late stage of the ninth level of martial arts.
Mu Feichen's strength is considered a strong one in the late ninth level of martial arts, and he is fully qualified to compete for the first place in this four-sect competition.
As a result... before the competition among the four sects even started, they were defeated by Luo Fan of the Xuanyang Sect and lost the qualification to compete for first place.
Mu Qingxuan felt very sorry.
"hehe……!"
"Mu Feichen's strength is really good, it's just bad luck that he met Luo Fan!"
"In the competition between the four sects, if Mu Feichen can defeat Tianji Sect's 'Wutong Shen' Qingyun Sect can be ranked second."
Gu Mingqiu smiled slightly, Qingyun Sect had bowed his head, and stopped sarcastic. Instead, he affirmed Mu Feichen's strength.
As for the 'Wu Tong Shen' he mentioned, he is the most famous junior genius among the four sects in Jiangzhou.
At only twenty years old, his cultivation has reached the ninth level of martial arts.
Twenty-one years old, in the middle stage of the ninth level of martial arts.
Twenty-three years old, late stage of the ninth level of martial arts.
Now, Wu Tongshen is twenty-four years old and has already become famous in Jiangzhou. He is known as the number one martial artist among the younger generation in Jiangzhou.
"The martial arts family of Tianji Sect is full of talented people!"
"Wu Tongshen has been in the late ninth level of martial arts for nearly a year, and his strength must be extraordinary."
"Although Mu Feichen's qualifications are not inferior to him, his cultivation level is two levels lower after all. If he wants to defeat Wu Tongshen, it will be... difficult!"
"In this competition among the four sects, Qingyun Sect can only try hard to keep the third place. Don't stay at the bottom of the four sects anymore. That's enough!"
Mu Qingxuan shook his head and sighed.
Mu Feichen lost to Luo Fan, the Qingyun Sect was destined to miss out on being number one, and Mu Qingxuan's ambition was greatly reduced.
The battle between Luo Fan and Mu Feichen determined the rankings of Xuanyang Sect and Qingyun Sect.
The next two sects' duels with other talented disciples could not shake the rankings of the two sects, and could only affect my own ranking in the four sects competition.
After the battle between Luo Fan and Mu Feichen, Xuanyang Sect disciples were much less interested in fighting in the future.
The showdown between the two genius disciples ended peacefully.
In the evening, the purple-eyed fire-feathered eagle and the big black bull returned to Xuanyang Sect.
Everyone in the Qingyun Sect left on the purple-eyed fire-feathered eagle, with helpless and melancholy expressions on their faces.
After the Qingyun Sect warriors left, the Xuanyang Sect was full of joy.
Luo Fan's reputation skyrocketed in Xuanyang Sect.
Just over a year after I started, I have already become the number one disciple among the younger generation!
Everyone is shocked and horrified by Luo Fan's growth rate!
Even the Zhendao elders of Xuanyang Sect all looked at Luo Fan with admiration.
As early as in Xiaoqian World, Luo Fan had already performed amazingly, showing himself to be outstanding.
This time in the showdown with the talented disciples of Qingyun Sect, he showed even more brilliance.
At this time, if you still can't see that Luo Fan has unlimited potential, he will become a great weapon in the future, and he will be almost as blind as a blind man.
Xuanyang Sect has given birth to such an evil and talented person, and most of the Zhendao elders are happy in their hearts.
But some people are unhappy.
Fang Liming, the elder of the execution hall, was very unhappy.
"Brother, Luo Fan is getting more and more powerful!"
"In just over a year, his strength has reached the late stage of the ninth level of martial arts!"
"If he is allowed to grow for a few more years, to what extent will his strength grow? How is this so big?"
"Dachang died in the Small Thousand World, but Luo Fan did not die. Most likely, Dachang died in Luo Fan's hands."
"If Luo Fan grows up, he will definitely take revenge on our Fang family. Big brother... what should we do?"
In the Fang family's mansion, Fang Liming looked anxious and said to Fang Tieshan, the leader of the execution hall.
"I warned you at that time to be more open-minded and not to get entangled with a junior disciple!"
"You're good, but you dare to instruct Fang Dachang to murder Luo Fan in the Little Thousand World. It's really unreasonable!"
"It's okay now. Luo Fan is not dead, but you have provoked a powerful enemy. What can I do?"
Fang Tieshan said angrily with a livid face, feeling very worried.
"Brother, you are the backbone of our Fang family, you have to think of a way for me!"
"As long as we get rid of Luo Fan, everything will be over. Brother, how can we get rid of Luo Fan?"
Fang Liming asked.
Although he was a second-level warrior of the True Dao, and his strength was a thousand times higher than Luo Fan's, he was still flustered by Luo Fan's incredible growth rate.
"Even now, you still want to get rid of me."
"Luo Fan is the most talented disciple in the history of our sect. He will definitely prosper our sect in the future. Can't you think of anything else?"
"Besides, the sect leader now regards Luo Fan as a treasure and they are together every day. If you still want to get rid of him, just think of your whims!"
"In my opinion, before Luo Fan's strength can threaten you, you might as well confess to him and beg him for mercy...!"
Fang Tieshan said, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Fang Liming.
"Ask him for mercy? How is that possible!"
"I, a powerful man of the second level of the True Dao, occupying the position of an elder, am going to beg for mercy from a junior disciple?"
"Besides, Luo Fan is just suspicious of me at most, but there is no real evidence!"
"If I confess to him, wouldn't that mean I personally admit that I was the one who harmed him?"
"No, absolutely not!"
"If Luo Fan admits it personally, what if Luo Fan lies to me now and says it's okay, and then kills me later when he has the strength?"
"Moreover, the sect master now regards him as a treasure. If he complains to the sect master, how can I survive?"
Fang Liming said excitedly that it was absolutely impossible for him to take the initiative to admit his mistake to Luo Fan and ask for mercy.
"Then you figure it out. What else can I do?"
"If you want to use my hand to deal with Luo Fan, let me tell you clearly - it's impossible!"
Fang Tieshan shouted with a cold face.
"Now the sect leader regards him as a treasure and wants to wait for him to participate in the four sect competitions."
"Luo Fan is the eighth level of martial arts, and he is still far away from breaking through to the true way. When these things are over, there will always be a chance!"
A fierce look flashed in Fang Liming's eyes and he said.
