On the square.
Su Wan 'er relied on her powerful cultivation to compete with Leng Shang.
However, each move was extremely chaotic.
This made everyone dumbfounded.
"Elder Ye, what move did your disciple use?”
The elders of the Taixu Sword Sect asked in confusion.
"Uh…"
Ye Chang Feng slapped his forehead.
As he had been paying attention to the improvement of his realm, he had forgotten to teach Su Wan 'er a powerful sword technique.
However, Su Wan 'er relied on the reward for the middle-grade spirit sword.
He did not know where he got the strength from.
Leng Shang was forced to retreat step by step.
"Elder Ye, that Leng Shang lost his composure because he did not react for a moment.”
"If this drags on, Su Wan 'er will definitely lose!”
Now, those people temporarily did not care about how he advanced to Perfect Harmonization realm.
They were only worried about whether Su Wan 'er could win.
If they won, they could save the sect's face.
If they lost, their reputation would plummet.
"Don't worry, this is called winning without a move!”
"Think about it. Most of the old-fashioned moves have routines and methods to break them!”
"Now that my disciple doesn't even know what move she's using, the other party definitely won't know either!”
Ye Chang Feng was also confused.
However, he could only fool these old fellows first.
Moreover, with him, the Sword Emperor, here, how could he let his disciple lose?
However…
"Winning without a move? Seconds!"
When the elders heard this, their eyes lit up.
Not bad.
As long as there was a flaw in the old-fashioned moves, they would lose everything.
Now, he was learning moves that even he did not know.
Then, when facing an enemy, how could he resolve it?
How to see the first opportunity?
In the blink of an eye.
Su Wan 'er and Leng Shang exchanged countless moves.
Leng Shang was a little frustrated.
Twenty-six moves had already passed, and he actually did not even have the chance to counterattack.
"Get lost!"
Leng Shang roared and unleashed his powerful force.
Su Wan 'er was instantly sent flying.
"Disciple, don't be anxious. You don't have to think about anything now. You just have to defeat that kid!”
Ye Chang Feng quickly reminded him.
Su Wan 'er listened.
It pounced towards Leng Shang again.
The sword qi emitted by the low-grade spirit sword interweaved into a large net.
It enveloped the entire arena.
Everyone below looked on.
They were all surprised and pleasantly surprised.
"Thirty moves, we won!”
The disciples of the Taixu Sword Sect cheered.
Lu Shen's face was ugly.
Who would have thought that this would be a battle without any suspense?
However, there was an uncertain factor at the end.
However, the battle was not over yet.
Su Wan 'er heard Ye Chang Feng's words and wanted to defeat his opponent.
Therefore, that sword move without any pattern was unusually fierce.
Finally!
Puff--
Leng Shang's chest was slashed by a sword and he was thrown off the stage.
"Victory, victory, our Great Void Sword Sect has won!”
"Junior Sister Su is really not simple. She has only entered the sect for three months and actually has such strength!”
"Didn't you notice? Not only Junior Sister Su, but the other people from Purple Bamboo Peak had also improved greatly!”
Some people sighed and discussed.
"Master, disciple did not fail my mission!"
Su Wan 'er came down and walked in front of Ye Chang Feng.
"Alright, this middle-grade spirit sword is your reward!”
Ye Chang Feng casually waved his hand, and a middle-grade spirit sword stabbed into the ground.
When everyone saw this, their faces were filled with envy.
"Elder Ye is too rich."
"If only my master could be as straightforward as Elder Ye!”
"I really envy the disciples of Purple Bamboo Peak!”
At this moment.
Su Wan 'er picked up the spirit sword from the ground, feeling very happy.
As for the elders, they all had strange expressions on their faces and were dumbfounded.
Because where did this kid get a middle-grade spirit sword from?
"Alright, alright. Now that we're done, everyone can go back and cultivate in seclusion!”
Ye Chang Feng glanced at the Great Elder and the others, then immediately slipped away.
"Ye Chang Feng, stop right there!"
First Elder and the others hurriedly chased after him.
This matter had to be clarified.
They only had one middle-grade spirit sword.
But Ye Chang Feng was just a little brat, how could he throw him to his own disciple?
"Cough, cough, all of you can leave!"
Ling Jiutian waved his hand.
He was also curious about this matter and hurriedly dismissed his disciples.
He headed towards Purple Bamboo Peak.
Now, only Lu Shen and his disciples were left in the huge square.
"Damned brat!"
Lu Shen cursed angrily.
Even if Leng Shang was defeated by Su Wan 'er.
Purple Bamboo Peak might also be a backup plan set up by Ling Jiutian.
But towards Ye Chang Feng, he felt an inexplicable anger.
"Master, why don't we just kill our way over?”
Leng Shang said.
Until now, he still did not know why he had lost.
"Shut up!"
Lu Shen glanced at them and said,"We'll talk about this when we get back.”
When they came, they were full of vigor, but when they returned, they stopped.
……
"Ye Chang Feng, don't run!"
First Elder and the other seven elders ran into Purple Bamboo Peak while shouting.
The moment he entered.
He was instantly stunned.
"This... How could the spiritual energy here be so dense?”
"That's right, at least several times more than our peaks!”
"So all of this was because the sect master opened the back door!”
Damn it, after all this time, the disciples of Black Bamboo Peak had such cultivation because they had extra spiritual energy.
However, this would be difficult for Ling Jiutian.
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