Fang Han The five people listened silently. Chen Xuan Elder had already told them the information about these people before, and the information was more detailed.
However, as these people said, the new Beginner stage disciples from the other six sects are all extremely powerful and can definitely be called powerful enemies.
At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the restaurant.
A piece of news spread quickly as if it had wings.
"Get out of the city quickly! Outside the city! Prodigy Ranking's second Lingyun Sword Sect eldest disciple Liu Bai and Prodigy Ranking's third Tyrant Blade Sect eldest disciple Mad Blade are going to have a fight outside the city!"
As soon as the news came out, the whole restaurant was silent at first, and then exploded.
"Liu Bai versus Mad Blade?!"
"Oh my God! How come these two are matched up?"
"A battle of swords! This is a rare showdown between geniuses!"
"Go quickly! If you go late, you won't get a good seat!"
Many warriors didn't even bother to eat, so they dropped their money and hurried downstairs.
Prodigy Ranking The second and third battle. This kind of battle is extremely rare. Fang Han The five people looked at each other and saw strong emotions in each other's eyes.
Even Shi Meng, who has always lacked interest, is the same.
"Do you want to go watch the battle?"
Wu Hao Deacon noticed the movements of the five people, looked at them and asked.
Huang Ling'er nodded immediately. "Think about it! Deacon Wu, take us to see it!"
Although Yun Qianyue and Li Feng did not speak, the anticipation in their eyes was obvious.
Shi Meng is even more gearing up.
Fang Han also has a very strong interest.
Prodigy Ranking The battle between the second and third place has no doubt its gold content. For these disciples who have not yet reached that level, it is an excellent opportunity to get a glimpse of the strength of top geniuses.
Wu Hao Deacon nodded when he saw that the five people were interested.
"That's fine. Fighting at this level will be of great help to you and others in broadening your horizons. However, remember to only watch the battle, not get close, let alone get involved."
"Yes!" Five people responded in unison.
At that moment, the six people hurriedly paid their bills and hurried out of the city following the flow of people.
Outside Prefecture City, a dark crowd has gathered.
Fang Han The six of them found a slightly higher soil slope and stood there, looking around.
There was a large open space in the field that no one dared to approach easily.
Soon, the crowd suddenly separated into a passage.
I saw two young men approaching slowly.
One person is wearing a moon-white gown, with a handsome face and elegant temperament.
Carrying a sheathed long sword on his back and walking calmly, as if he was integrated with the surrounding world, he is Lingyun Sword Sect's great disciple Liu Bai.
The other person is tall and majestic, half a head taller than Shi Meng. He is wearing a sleeveless short coat, revealing his strong bronze muscles, with a rough face and wild eyes.
Carrying a broad-edged sword like a door panel on his shoulder, every step he took made the ground shake slightly. He was Tyrant Blade Sect's first disciple, Mad Blade.
When the two arrived, they didn't say much, they just looked at each other, and there seemed to be invisible swords clashing in the air, creating a suffocating sense of oppression.
The noisy discussions around him suddenly died down, and everyone held their breath and concentrated.
"Mad Blade, Prodigy Ranking ranked me second and you ranked third, which already shows the difference in strength between the two of us. You can't beat me."
Liu Bai said calmly.
"Liu Bai, I hope your sword can be sharper than your mouth!"
Mad Blade's voice is like a loud bell, and the fighting spirit is strong.
Before he finished speaking, the two of them moved almost at the same time!
"Qiang!"
The long sword is unsheathed, like a dragon singing in the sky, and the sword light is as cold as autumn water.
"Buzz!"
The giant knife broke through the air, bringing up the howling evil wind, and Blade Intent was as heavy as a mountain.
There wasn't too much testing, and once they met, it was an earth-shattering success!
Liu Bai's Sword Technique is smart and ethereal, and Sword Intent unfolds, as if it has turned into a flowing cloud, penetrating everywhere, but with an indescribable sharpness, as if it can cut through all things.
Mad Blade's sword law is open and closed, extremely domineering, each sword contains terrifying power, the sword wind stirs up, and the dust on the ground is blown up.
The figures of the two people intertwined, and the light and shadow of their swords was dazzling.
The sound of gold and iron clashing was as dense as rain, and terrifying energy overflowed.
Just the aftermath cut ravines into the surrounding ground one after another, forcing those watching the battle to retreat again and again.
Some people who got too close were even injured due to their strength and screamed in pain.
The warriors who could come to watch were naturally not weak, but they were injured by the aftermath of the battle between the two, which showed how terrifying the two men were.
"What a terrifying situation!"
Fang Han's pupils shrank, and he stared at the battle on the field without blinking.
He clearly felt that whether it was Liu Bai's sword or Mad Blade's sword, they both contained a "power" that far exceeded his own.
Liu Bai and Sword Intent are like clouds and mist, vast and misty, but they also hide endless murderous intent.
Mad Blade's Blade Intent is like a volcanic eruption, violent and violent, with the will to destroy everything.
In the face of this level of "potential", Fang Han felt that the "Wind Momentum" he controlled was like a firefly to the bright moon, appearing so weak and immature.
He was shocked, but not discouraged. Instead, he felt a strong fighting spirit and yearning.
He firmly believes that as long as he gives himself time and keeps moving forward, one day he will be able to reach or even surpass these heights!
Beside him, the corners of Yun Qianyue's lips were pursed tightly under the purple gauze, and the fingers holding the sword were slightly tightened.
Li Feng's eyes were as sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to carve every move in that confrontation into his mind.
Huang Ling'er's little face was so tight that he didn't even dare to express his anger.
Shi Meng's blood was racing and his fists were clenched.
Wu Hao Deacon looked solemn and said in a low voice.
"The power of these two people has reached Mastery Realm. Although they have not reached Upper Third Grade, I am afraid they both have the strength to fight Upper Third Grade beyond the level. They are worthy of being at the forefront of Prodigy Ranking."
The fierce battle lasted for several incense sticks, and the two had exchanged thousands of moves.
"Ding!"
Liu Bai The sword style changed, and the sword light suddenly converged, turning into an extremely condensed white line, like the skylight breaking through the clouds and mist.
When there was no time to comment, I focused on a subtle flaw in the circulation of Mad Blade Intent.
He swung away Mad Blade's long knife and sliced it towards Mad Blade.
Mad Blade groaned, his strong figure leaned back slightly, staggered back three steps, and then stabilized himself.
There was a cut in the shirt on his shoulder, and there was a hideous wound, and blood was flowing out.
He glanced over his shoulder, then looked at Liu Bai, who was standing with his sword sheathed and his breath still steady. Although there was reluctance in his eyes, there was more of a hearty fighting spirit.
"Liu Bai, this time you won half the battle. Next time, I will defeat you Flowing Cloud Sword Momentum!"
Mad Blade's voice is like a loud bell, a little unwilling to accept it.
"You can't do it."
Liu Bai returned the sword to its sheath and said coldly.
The two of them looked at each other with cold eyes, then said nothing more, turned around and left in the awe of everyone.
A battle between the top geniuses has come to an end.
The crowd watching the game was chatting and excited, and it took a long time before they gradually dispersed.
Fang Han, Yun Qianyue, Li Feng, Huang Ling'er, and Shi Meng stood there, their hearts filled with ups and downs, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time.
What they saw today made them realize more clearly how terrifying the top strength of the younger generation Qingyang Prefecture is.
"Go back."
Wu Hao Deacon's voice brought the five people back to reality from the shock.
"Digesting what you saw today will be beneficial to your practice."
Fang Han The five people nodded silently, and followed Wu Hao the deacon into the city and returned to Azure Profound Branch Courtyard.
Returning to their respective rooms, they all immersed themselves in practice again and made final preparations for the upcoming battle.
It's early morning on the first day of November.
Qingyang Prefecture City Center, the huge martial arts arena is already bustling with people.
The ring-shaped stands are stacked on top of each other, enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people. At this moment, it is completely dark.
In addition to the clearly defined areas of the seven major sects, there are also many people from other forces who are allowed to observe the battle.
There are Prefecture Governor's Mansion officials who are wearing official uniforms and have a calm demeanor.
There are several wealthy family heads in the city who are luxuriously dressed and followed by powerful guards, such as the Zhang family, which controls the mining industry around the county, and the Tiejiang Gang, who started out as a shipping company.
There are also some sects that are not as famous as Seven Sects, but are quite famous in Qingyang Prefecture, such as "Thousand Ingenuity Pavilion" who is good at hidden weapons.
And "Iron Fist Sect", who is famous for his fists among his disciples.
Seven Sects did not stop this, but was happy to see its success. This was an excellent opportunity to show the strength of the sect and the style of the younger generation.
When Fang Han followed Azure Profound Sect into the martial arts arena, their eyes swept across the stands and towards the other six teams in the arena.
Lingyun Sword Sect disciples are all dressed in white, carrying long swords on their backs. Everyone stands like a pine tree, with sharp eyes and a sense of natural arrogance, as if they themselves are unsheathed swords.
The leading disciple, with a handsome face and calm but bottomless eyes, must be Lin Zihua.
Tyrant Blade Sect is completely the opposite. Most of the disciples are tall and tall, dressed casually, holding or carrying knives, with wild and unruly eyes, and a sense of wild power.
The leader named Guo Lie is like a violent bear in human form. Just standing there, a sense of oppression naturally emanates.
Vajra Temple is all about young monks in gray robes. Their hands are clasped together, their eyes are clear, and their breath is as calm as a mountain. They are incompatible with the hustle and bustle around them, but they are impossible to ignore.
The little monk Wu Fan stood at the front with a simple and honest smile, but occasionally a light shone in his eyes.
Hundred Flower Valley are mostly female disciples, with brightly colored clothes and graceful figures, adding a bit of softness to this tough martial arts arena.
But the confidence and agility in their eyes show that they are by no means vases.
The leader, Liu Yiyi, has a pair of water-cut autumn eyes. He has an aura of his own as he looks around, but with a hint of coldness that is not easy to approach.
The clothes of Rain Listening Tower's disciples are mainly water-colored, their bodies are generally thin, they move quietly, and they look at the disciples of other sects with a bit of scrutiny in their eyes.
That Mo Chen stood in the crowd, inconspicuous, but Fang Han could feel the vague and dangerous aura of this person.
Finally, Fang Han's eyes fell on team Nether Pavilion.
They were all dressed in black, with flame patterns on their cuffs, and their eyes were mostly cold.
Among them, he saw a familiar figure-Mo Yuan.
Mo Yuan also saw him almost at the same time, and a strong fighting spirit burst out in his eyes. He raised his hand, faced Fang Han, slowly closed his fingers, clenched them into fists, and punched them hard in the air.
The corner of his mouth curved into a provocative arc, and his intention was self-evident: avenge his shame!
Fang Han's face was calm, his eyes met Mo Yuan's for a moment and then he looked away without giving any response.
This kind of disregard only made Mo Yuan's eyes even more angry.
"I, Xuan Yuanjing, was invited by Seven Sects to be the referee this time!"
An old man serving as a referee stepped onto the central stage. His voice was not loud, but it could be heard clearly throughout the audience.
"Seven Sects The competition for new disciples begins now! The first battle, Azure Profound Sect, yes, Nether Pavilion!"