Not only Zhang Chaoyang shouted in confusion, but also the other two sect disciples who entered the tent also walked out of the tent.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Zhang Chaoyang and another Transformation Sect elder. There was pity, lamentation, contempt and ridicule in their eyes.
Not to mention Zhang Chaoyang's domineering appearance has long aroused everyone's dissatisfaction. Just the performance of the Transformation Sect disciples in the Silver Snow Mountain made the other three sect disciples wish they could curse the Transformation Sect to death.
Seeing the return of Ye Feng and others, the disciples of the two major sects, including the disciples of the Fantasy Sword Sect, all cheered.
They knew very well that the third batch of people from the Lishui Sword Sect who came back were the heroes of this trial competition.
If it were not for the disciples of Li Shui Sword Sect and Ye Feng, none of the new disciples of the other two major sects would have died.
After half a stick of incense, Ye Feng led the disciples of the Li Shui Sword Sect to the tent area.
Seeing Ye Feng coming from a distance, Li Yuanhang and Chen Ling were so excited that they couldn't help but rush forward at the same time.
Looking up and down Ye Feng and the many new disciples, Li Yuanhang couldn't help but burst into hearty laughter when he realized that only Lei Ming had an injured palm, while the others had no injuries.
"Haha, okay, okay. Ye Feng, you are worthy of being the person the sect master likes, and you have really lived up to the sect master's high expectations." Li Yuanhang said loudly.
Behind him, Chen Ling stared at the Five Dragon Soaring Sword on Ye Feng's back, with a smile full of approval in his eyes.
Seeing this sword, he understood everything.
He clearly remembered that the Five Dragons Soaring Sword belonged to Nie Henshui. At this moment, when this long sword fell into Ye Feng's hands, what could be more convincing than this.
Under the guidance of Li Yuanhang and Chen Ling, Ye Feng and others arrived at the center of the rest area.
Looking at the beaming disciples of the Lishui Sword Sect, a trace of anger flashed in Zhang Chaoyang's eyes.
Suddenly, he rushed to Ye Feng and shouted angrily: "Tell me, what have you done to our Transformation Sect disciples?"
Facing the violent aura exuding from Zhang Chaoyang, Ye Feng's face did not change, and there was always a faint smile on his face.
"Do you want to scare people with your momentum? Is Zhang Chaoyang an idiot or a fool?" Ye Feng secretly laughed in his heart. He believed that with Li Yuanhang, Chen Ling, and several other elders from the sect here, Zhang Chaoyang would never dare to kill him.
"It's nothing, there was an avalanche, and all the disciples of the Apparition Sect were wiped out!" Ye Feng opened his lips slightly and said calmly.
"Fart, you fart. We have always been under the Silver Snow Mountain, and we have never heard of an avalanche on the mountain." Zhang Chaoyang roared hysterically.
After shouting, he reached out and grabbed Ye Feng's clothes and asked: "If it's an avalanche, where did the clothes you are wearing and the sword on your back come from?"
Zhang Chaoyang's actions aroused dissatisfaction among Li Yuanhang and Chen Ling.
Almost at the same time, both of them waved their palms at Zhang Chaoyang, hitting Zhang Chaoyang on his left and right shoulders.
Two muffled bangs were heard, and Zhang Chaoyang took a big step back.
Facing Zhang Chaoyang who wanted to rush forward again, Li Yuanhang and Chen Ling blocked Ye Feng behind them with a tacit understanding.
"Don't be afraid. With us two old guys here, let's see who dares to hurt you." Chen Ling said loudly.
When saying this, he still did not forget to wink at Ye Feng.
Zhang Chaoyang clashed with Li Yuanhang and others, and fell into the eyes of the white-haired elder of the Fantasy Sword Sect who presided over the trial, which made him feel angry in his heart.
Suddenly, he moved his shoulders and forcibly inserted himself between Zhang Chaoyang and Li Yuanhang.
Glancing majestically at Zhang Chaoyang, the white-haired elder said loudly: "Zhang Chaoyang, don't forget the agreement between our four major sects. When we first held the trial, we declared that there would be no grudges in life or death during the trial."
Faced with the angry rebuke from the elders of the Huanjian Sect, Zhang Chaoyang felt unwilling to do anything, but he did not dare to do anything excessive again.
He glared at Ye Feng viciously and said, "Boy, remember what you did in Silver Snow Mountain. One day, someone will come to seek revenge on you."
Having said this, Zhang Chaoyang winked at the Transformation Sect elder behind him.
The two people stopped talking, turned around and flew out of the venue, entered the vitality car, and left the Silver Snow Mountain as if they were running away.
Zhang Chaoyang's departure made Li Yuanhang burst into hearty laughter again.
Smiling, two big drops of crystal tears appeared in his eyes. In fact, it was not just Li Yuanhang who cried with excitement, but Chen Ling's body was also trembling with excitement.
For many years, Li Shui Sword Sect has not been so proud.
Li Yuanhang and Chen Ling still remember the expressions on the faces of other elders when they drew the bamboo stick to lead the team.
It was lamentation and panic. Even Hai Wuya didn't really think that Li Shui Sword Sect could be proud and proud during this trial.
Looking at Li Yuanhang and Chen Ling who were crying with joy, a smile appeared on Ye Feng's face.
He knew very well that the joy of Li Yuanhang and the others was not just due to him killing everyone in the Transformation Sect. Apart from this reason, the joy in the hearts of Li Yuanhang and the others must not have been harmed by the other disciples of the Sword Sect.
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Walking past Li Yuanhang and the other two, Ye Feng walked directly in front of the great elder of the Fantasy Sword Sect.
"Elder, do you still need to pay the token now?" Ye Feng asked calmly.
The elder of the Fantasy Sword Sect was slightly stunned, nodded, and said: "Of course, since everyone has withdrawn from the trial field and wants to determine the outcome, it is natural to treat them with tokens."
The great elder's words made the other elders of the Fantasy Sword Sect and the elders of the Huajian Sect show a hint of joy on their faces.
From the beginning to now, Ye Feng has been the only one in the limelight. These elders have only one thought, even if it is to suppress Ye Feng once in terms of the number of tokens.
"Qingyuan, quickly hand over the tokens you found during this trial?" the elder of the Fantasy Sword Sect said urgently.
Facing the elder's call, Li Qingyuan lowered his head in shame.
Behind him, Su Yafeng looked at the elder with some fear and whispered: "No more, I have lost all the tokens."
"Lost? What do you mean?" the Fantasy Sword Sect elder asked without knowing what was going on.
Su Yafeng's head hung even lower, and he replied in a voice as loud as a mosquito: "I competed with Ye Feng, and I was defeated by his sword within three moves."
"What?" The elder of the Huanjian Sect was completely stunned.
His mouth was wide open, his eyes were wide open, and he looked at Su Yafeng with a look of disbelief on his face. He still couldn't believe what Su Yafeng said.
"How is that possible, Yafeng, you are a ninth-level swordsman, and your magic sword skills..." the elder said uncertainly.
The elder's questioning made Su Yafeng's expression uglier than crying. He said aggrievedly: "Yes, I lost. I used Thousand Swords to Shatter the Void, but I still lost to Ye Feng."
A muffled sound of "Boom" spread throughout the entire resting station in an instant.
Not only was the sound thunderous, but the ground seemed to tremble at the silent sound.
The great elder of the Huanjian Sect looked at Su Yafeng and the elder who was still questioning him with a livid face, and shouted in a low voice: "Losing means losing. Can our Huanjian Sect still not be able to afford to lose?"
What he said was high-sounding, but when he turned around, a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Su Yafeng could afford to lose, but the Huanjian Sect could not afford to lose. How could the Huanjian Sect, which had won the championship of five consecutive trial competitions, be willing to accept the defeat in front of them.
Opposite the great elder, Ye Feng looked at the elder of the Huanjian Sect with a sinister expression on his face, feeling no sense of loyalty in his heart.
So what if the Fantasy Sword Sect was unwilling to accept this defeat, they could still fail to kill him here.
Ye Feng reached deep behind his back and took out the buffalo leather bag that Li Qingyuan handed him.
"Crash!" There was a sound of jade colliding, and nearly sixty tokens appeared in front of everyone.
Among these sixty tokens, more than forty come from the Fantasy Sword Sect, while the other dozen or so belong to the Huajian Sect.
The moment Ye Feng dumped the token on the ground, the entire rest area became silent.
The trial competition has been held for decades, but so far, this is the first time that a sect has obtained sixty tokens.
Thinking that Ye Feng not only killed the disciples of the Fantasy Sword Sect, but also defeated monsters like Su Yafeng, everyone present looked at Ye Feng with awe.
"Monster, this Ye Feng is definitely a monster." At this moment, everyone had this thought in their hearts, and their eyes looking at Ye Feng were also mixed with a hint of fear.
The Great Elder of the Huanjian Sect is, after all, a person who has seen the world.
After a brief breath adjustment, he recovered from his shock and anger.
Looking at Ye Feng and Li Yuanhang, the Great Elder said loudly: "I declare that the champion of this trial competition is the Li Shui Sword Sect."
In an instant, all the disciples of Li Shui Sword Sect were excited.
Everyone was jumping around, looking excited, and their facial muscles were trembling violently.
Seeing how excited the disciples of the Lishui Sword Sect were, the great elder's cheek twitched.
He took a deep breath and continued: "According to the agreement before the trial, the sect that wins the trial competition this time will receive a reward of five hundred thousand taels of gold. As for the winning disciples, each of them will receive a gift.
A set of mid-level exercises."
The great elder's announcement made everyone present take a breath of air.
Although many people had known about the rewards of the trial competition for a long time, everyone still felt dizzy when the great elder actually ordered someone to bring out a full box of silver notes.
What is the concept of five hundred thousand taels of gold? It is enough to renovate the inner and outer courtyards of Li Shui Sword Sect and equip each disciple with a very elegant outfit.
As for the skills obtained by the winning disciple, many people are jealous.
There are more than a dozen people from the Lishui Sword Sect participating in the competition this time, each with a set of exercises. This makes the Lishui Sword Sect have more than a dozen sets of intermediate-level exercises out of thin air.
In front of Ye Feng and others, two Fantasy Sword Sect disciples walked up to Ye Feng and others holding two trays filled with secrets.
Seeing two one-meter-long trays neatly stacked with more than a dozen books of intermediate-level exercises, even Ye Feng couldn't help but take a breath of air at the generosity of the Huanjian Sect.
You must know that the four major sects have long agreed that whichever sect holds the competition will issue the prizes. If it were not for the elders of the Fantasy Sword Sect who unanimously determined that the sect would still win the championship this time, they would never win the competition.
Such a generous prize.
Originally, when the Fantasy Sword Sect did this, a large part of it was to show off. However, I'm afraid they never dreamed that a monster like Ye Feng would appear in this competition. He not only slaughtered the disciples of the Fantasy Sect, but also defeated the already...
Su Yafeng has the strength of a ninth-level swordsman.