"Peak Master Chen, what do you think of your three disciples compared to the disciples of my Fifth Peak?”
When Luo Yuan said this with a fake smile.
The other peak masters narrowed their eyes.
This was Luo Yuan trying to annoy Chen Xuanfeng!
For a moment, the other peak masters had their own thoughts.
"Luo Yuan is still too petty. What's the point of arguing with words like this?”Some peak masters shook their heads, thinking that Luo Yuanqi was too small and could not achieve anything.
" It's said that Luo Yuan had a bad relationship with Qing Xuzi. When Qing Xuzi was still alive, he always suppressed Luo Yuan in everything. Now that Qing Xuzi has passed away, Luo Yuan naturally wants to vent his anger on Chen Xuanfeng.”Some peak masters expressed their understanding.
"Humph, it's good that Luo Yuan is trying to make fun of Chen Xuanfeng. Let Chen Xuanfeng recognize himself so that he doesn't think that he can be on equal footing with us and doesn't take us seriously.”
There were even more peak masters who thought so.
Just as everyone was thinking.
" My disciple is naturally much stronger than your Fifth Peak," Chen Xuanfeng replied calmly." How can a firefly dare to compete with the bright moon?"”
As soon as he said this, all the peak masters were stunned!
This was a direct slap to Luo Yuan's face!
Look, how could the light of a firefly dare to compete with the bright moon?!
Didn't this mean that the disciples of the Fifth Peak were completely incomparable to his disciples?
Luo Yuan was shocked when he heard this. He then laughed out of anger,"Peak Master Chen is really confident! Alright, alright, alright. Then this seat shall see just how powerful Peak Master Chen's three disciples are!”
After saying that, Luo Yuan let out a heavy snort from his nose. He immediately turned his head away and did not say anything else.
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On the arena.
As time passed, the first round of the competition gradually entered the midfield.
With the nine arenas starting at the same time, the competition progressed very quickly.
An elder who was in charge of acting as the referee said loudly,
"The contestant in the seventh arena, Meng Qinghan from the ninth summit versus Chu Xun from the fifth summit!”
The entire Nine Peaks Competition instantly reached a small climax!
Countless people turned their gazes to the seventh arena.
Meng Qinghan was dressed in a clean purple-and-white robe with accessories hanging from her waist. She stepped onto the stage.
"Junior Sister Meng!"
Chu Xun chuckled. He stepped forward lightly and landed on the stage.
He held his sword with both hands and waved his bangs with his fingers. He made a pose that he thought was handsome and smiled.
"Junior Sister Meng, go ahead and do your best. I, your senior brother, will definitely stand straight and not make a sound!”
As soon as he said this, the other disciples who were watching the battle revealed a mysterious smile on their faces. Some even let out filthy laughter.
On the high platform, Luo Yuan also revealed a faint smile on his face.
"I didn't expect Chu Xun to be so good at joking despite his average cultivation.”
Chen Xuanfeng's lips curved into a silent smile.
As Meng Qinghan's master, how could he not know what kind of personality she had?
If this Chu Xun could stand up and speak in the next year, he would be considered Chen Xuanfeng!
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On the arena.
Meng Qinghan did not get angry when she heard Chu Xun's frivolous words. Instead, she narrowed her eyes and sneered,"You didn't even say anything, did you? Very well, I'll do as you wish!"
Chu Xun patted his chest and said confidently,""Junior Sister Meng, bring it on!”
Bang!
With the drumming of the referee elder, the battle began!
Meng Qinghan was too lazy to waste any more words. She pulled out her sword and stabbed it towards Chu Xun!
This sword seemed ordinary and weak, without any power.
"Junior Sister Meng, is that all you've got?" Chu Xun laughed proudly. Come on, don't feel sorry for your senior brother!”
As he spoke, Chu Xun reached out to grab the blade!
His right hand was covered in dense spiritual energy, forming a thick armor that was enough to be immune to all attacks below Houtian seventh stage!
Bang!
The blade of the sword touched his arm.
In an instant, a blood-curdling scream that sounded like a pig being slaughtered echoed throughout the entire square!
Fresh blood splattered from Chu Xun's arm as the tendons in his hand were torn apart by the sword!
"Didn't you say nothing?"
Meng Qinghan laughed coldly and stabbed down again.
"Ahhh!"
A blood-curdling scream rang out once again.
Then!
The second strike!
"Ah ~~!"
The third strike!
"I admit…Ah!"
The fourth sword!
"I... Ah!"
The fifth sword!
"Ah!"
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The 79th sword!
The 88th sword!
A total of 88 strikes, each strike avoiding fatal spots!!
The tragic and shrill cries resounded throughout the entire square before the first wave had subsided!
Chu Xun was covered in blood and was trembling like a chopstick. He was in so much pain that tears flowed down his face!
Because there was no life-threatening danger involved, the protective emergency measures of the arena were not triggered!
He wanted to admit defeat, but before the words could come out of his mouth, a sword stabbed at him, turning into a painful scream.
Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.
"Ah! Kill me with one sword! Wuwuwu ~! I don't want to live anymore! Wuuu ~~!"
Chu Xun broke down. He knelt on the ground and wailed.
She was crying like a 200-pound child.
The entire square was filled with Chu Xun's cries!
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