Under the leadership of Hualun, Xunfan soon arrived at the pylorus' martial arts field. There was a high platform in the center of the wide martial arts field, which was two thousand meters in size. Xunfan was a Xuan Formation Master, and you could see at a glance that a formation was arranged on this high platform, but it was only at the base formation level.
There was a viewing platform around the high platform, and everyone went up to the viewing platform. They talked about each other first, and after a while, people came one after another, and the young generation of the pylorus came. They were all around the high platform, and they were notified that geniuses from the sect came and wanted to compete with the characters in the sect. They could not meet the sect just by meeting them, and they all came with the wish of seeing the style of the sect.
Xunfan saw that there were not many talents coming, so he took the initiative to ask: "Master, I wonder how we will discuss?"
"Haha, my friend. The rules are very simple. Let's send someone to the stage first. You will decide who will fight. We don't want to win or lose, we just want to compete and make friends through martial arts. Haha..." Warren still laughed. His seemingly casual words had a deep meaning.
"Okay, the guest will follow the host. I think the time is almost over, so let's start! We will run all the way and end early, so we can go back and rest. There are still big things waiting for us to do, right?" Xunfan said even more casually.
Xunfan's words made the popularity of sitting on the stage very popular. Judging from what others meant, it didn't matter to this competition. I just wanted to show it to them.
"Yes, yes. My friend is right, let's start now." After that, Warren waved his hand and everyone around who were still talking quieted down.
Warren flew on the stage, his face turned smooth, and the sect leader Weiyi immediately returned to him.
"Children, there are distinguished guests in our pylorus today. In order to let everyone see the style of the sect, at my invitation, these geniuses from the sect will show their exquisite cultivation. I hope everyone can watch it well, and hope that someone can gain something and do not let down the sect visit."
"It's true, we really need to take a good look. This is the first time we have seen people from a large sect."
"That's right, the big sect. I really don't know how powerful the geniuses in such sects are."
"What's so awesome? I heard that they are just artistic state. How strong can they be!"
There were many different opinions in the audience, and Hualun saw it and was very satisfied. What he wanted was such a result, which was both expecting the strength of the sect and questioning. No matter what the result was, it was beneficial to them. If you win, you could tell the authenticity. If you lose, you should let the younger generations in the sect know the difference between themselves and the sect. This Hualun is by no means simple, and all the pros and cons are included.
After saying that, Warren returned to the stage.
"Ju Yang, it's time to start."
Ju Yang agreed and ordered. A young man jumped onto the platform. The young man's eyes were excited and arrogant. He stood on the stage and bowed to the viewing platform.
"In the lower pylorus Youyi, I would like to ask all the geniuses of the sect to give me advice."
"This is a good seedling in our sect. I have been practicing for seventy years and reached the peak of artistic conception. I usually have few opponents in the same level. I wonder which one I send to fight?" Hualun said with a happy look.
"It's really rare to reach the peak of artistic conception in seventy years. Super League, go!" Xunfan said casually.
He secretly sent a voice: "Thunder attack, fight quickly."
"Yes, Pavilion Master." Yue Chaoqun turned to the stage.
Pavilion Master? When Hualun looked at Xunfan, hearing Yue Chaoqun's title, his eyes became deeper. At a young age, he took on the position of Pavilion Master. Although he didn't know what position the Pavilion Master in Xunfan sect had, it was absolutely impossible to afford the word "master". He even speculated about Xunfan's mysterious identity.
Yue Chaoqun pointed his sword with one finger and pointed directly at You Yi. As soon as he pointed his finger, a sharp aura suddenly came. Hualun and the others were all old people. When they saw Yue Chaoqun's sword use, they knew that it was not an ordinary person. It was even more difficult to determine Xunfan's identity. Even the old man called Uncle San's face became solemn.
You Yi also took out his own sword. "Please give me advice."
Before he finished speaking, Yue Chaoqun shot like lightning.
"Cantonese Kill", Yue Chaoqun also knew that they were not from the sect at all, and Xunfan also gave him a quick battle and decision. This way, he could better conceal their true identities. So he used a killer move as soon as he took action. Under Xunfan's personal guidance, he also had the guidance of Situ You's father's consciousness clone. His rapid progress over the past few years is amazing.
The sharp sword with one finger turned into a substantial giant sword, killing straight towards You Yi's throat. The speed was so fast that it was difficult to tell the naked eye. You Yi didn't expect this young man who looked as big as him. He was so fast and so ruthless. He was slightly stunned and lost the first move. Facing the sharp sword that came, he could only retreat, widen the distance, and make a move later.
But Yue Chaoqun could not give him a chance, and he spread his lightning-like speed and chased him. He pointed his finger at his throat. You Yi suddenly felt that the huge thin sword was about to hit his throat. It seemed that he would cut off his head at any time. He was shocked and lost his inch. He could only activate the source energy with all his strength and retreat desperately. He did not consider counterattack at all, but only wanted to avoid this sword.
But his idea failed, and Yue Chaoqun chased him closer and closer. And the giant sword in his hand became smaller and smaller. Later, he and You Yi faced each other head-on, and the giant sword had recovered its size. The tip of the sword was against his throat. You Yi had already stopped his step back. His face was ashamed, and he came with a big show of skills, but he failed so thoroughly without even having a meeting.
Yue Chaoqun said nothing, the winner was decided. He pulled out and stood quietly behind Xunfan.
The battle situation changed too quickly, beyond everyone's prediction. The whole audience was quiet and no one made any noise.
Hualun's eyes were filled with incredible meaning, looking at Yue Chaoqun who was standing quietly behind Xunfan. Although You Yi was not the top person in the artistic conception, he was not a weak player. And he had no hope that You Yi could win the battle, but he also lost too quickly. When he saw Xunfan's casual smile, his heart bulged. The genius of the sect was indeed not comparable to ordinary people.
"Xunfan, do you dare to fight?" At this moment, a loud roar woke everyone up. Xunfan looked in the sound and saw a mighty young man appear on the stage, holding two whips in his hand, with an obvious anger on his face.
"My friend, this is my Changsun Hua Changchun. He has been the top of the artistic conception list for many years and is young and energetic. Don't blame me." Hualun explained with a smile.
"The sect leader is so serious. Feiyang, it's your turn." Xunfan still had the same voice.
"Yes, the Lord of the Pavilion." Feng Feiyang left after hearing the sound. Without seeking the advice of Fan, he knew what to do by looking for the situation.
"You are not worthy of fighting with the Pavilion Master, I will meet you." Feng Feiyang even took action when he came on stage.
"The wind blows"
The wind suddenly broke out on the stage, and the violent wind blew into the sky and the earth, and the wind flew around it, like a bottomless wind tunnel, tearing to the sky and Changchun.
Hua Changchun saw that Xunfan was not on the stage, so he wanted to get angry. However, when the strong wind came, he suddenly felt something was wrong. The wind was too fierce. His burly figure was shaking, and he hurriedly circulating the source energy to stabilize his body. However, the wind was getting stronger and stronger. Moreover, Feng Feiyang also strode forward one step a hundred meters. As the wind approached, the wind was even more irresistible.
"The wind is rising" Feng Feiyang shouted again, and the wind became even more terrifying. In the strong wind, there were countless small wind whirlwinds, twisting and raging.
Hua Changchun's body, which was trying hard to stabilize, suddenly flew up. He flew passively, and Feng Feiyang's strong wind made him unable to control his body. Feng Feiyang's talent is also excellent, and he must be above Yue Chaoqun. When he takes all his strength, he is even more powerful.
With a click, Hua Changchun fell on the ground outside the platform. The strong wind suddenly stopped, and Feng Feiyang returned to Xunfan.
This time, the audience was shocked. Hua Changchun was the number one person on their artistic conception list. When he came on stage, everyone thought that Hua Changchun would win in this battle because Hua Changchun was their pride. He had never lost since he went to the battle. However, the facts made them unable to accept it. Hua Changchun could not even take action and fell off the platform.
Hualun was even more shocked. He never expected that Changsun, whom he was proud, would be defeated so miserably. Although You Yi's defeat was a little ugly, it was acceptable, but Hua Changchun's defeat could not be taken lightly. Hua Changchun was the first in the artistic conception list, and he was even more miserable.
The pyloric people in the audience were shocked and their chins dropped. This was too incredible. There was a gap that was acceptable, but the gap was too big. In the same state of artistic conception, how could it be the same as adults beat children?