"Li Qinghong returns to the 30th place?"
Fang Han heard this, but his expression did not change much. There was not even a trace of waves in his eyes, he just responded lightly.
It was as if what I heard was just insignificant news.
Compared with the last test, his current cultivation level has been upgraded from mid-Subordinate Sixth Rank to late-sixth level. <Wind Shadow Fatal Sword> has been improved from Greater Accomplishment to the Perfection Realm. The "Wind Momentum" that can be mobilized has been increased from 20% to 30%.
The strength has undergone earth-shaking changes.
Returning to the top thirty? For him, it's just a matter of digging around and grabbing something, easily.
In fact, his goal is no longer limited to just 30th place!
Seeing Fang Han so calm, Qui Lan couldn't help but be stunned. His anxious mood calmed down a little, but he was still worried.
"Senior brother, you... aren't you worried? There are only three days..."
"It doesn't matter."
Fang Han interrupted her, with a calm tone but a reassuring certainty.
"I'll come back as soon as I go."
After that, he said no more, picked up the Flowing Wind Sword placed on the stone table, hung it on his waist, and walked out calmly.
Qui Lan stared blankly at Fang Han's leaving figure, feeling inexplicably calm in his heart.
Maybe... senior brother is really confident?
Fang Han walked out of the courtyard and walked towards General Ranking Martial Dao Stele Square.
He walked calmly, but not too slowly, and the green figure walked quickly on the bluestone path.
After learning the news that Li Qinghong returned to the 30th place and Fang Han dropped from the ranking, countless eyes were paying attention to the movements of True Transmission Courtyard No. 35 Annex.
At this moment, Fang Han appeared, and the direction was clearly General Ranking Martial Dao Stele, which immediately caused a commotion.
"Look! It's Senior Brother Fang Han!"
"Is he going to take a test?"
"Let's go! Go to the square quickly!"
One after another figures galloped out from each courtyard, converging towards the huge White Jade Plaza from all directions.
Among them, there are some Deacon with a calm aura, and there are even some looming figures of Elder.
Changes in the ranking of True Disciple disciples, especially sensitive moments involving the possible loss of True Disciple's identity, always attract a lot of attention.
Among the crowd, a figure is extremely fast and has a gloomy face. It is Li Qinghong.
He had just finished the test and was on his way back when he heard the news that Fang Han was going to Martial Dao Stele. He immediately turned back. He wanted to watch Fang Han test with his own eyes to see if Fang Han could overtake him.
When Fang Han stepped into the square, the originally noisy square instantly became much quieter.
Countless eyes were focused on him, full of curiosity, expectation, and scrutiny.
In the center of the square, a disciple was about to step forward for a test. When he saw Fang Han approaching, he quickly stopped, took the initiative to get out of the way, and said respectfully.
"Senior Brother Fang, please come first."
"Thank you."
Fang Han nodded slightly, did not refuse, and walked to stand in front of the huge General Ranking Martial Dao Stele.
His eyes calmly glanced at his name on the monument and the dazzling "thirty-one" in front of it, his eyes unwavering.
Slowly close your eyes, take a deep breath, and then suddenly open them!
"Keng!"
Flowing Wind Sword Qing Yue unsheathed, Dark Cyan's sword body flowing with restrained brilliance in the sun.
The majestic, pure, almost ink-blue Internal Qi in the late sixth-grade stage flows like a bursting river, pouring into the sword body.
Perfection Realm level <Wind Shadow Fatal Sword> meaning naturally blooms!
Thirty percent of "Wind Momentum" was activated, and the surrounding air flow seemed to be summoned by the invisible king, and crazily gathered and compressed towards the sword body.
Flowing Wind Sword made a low and pleasant buzz, and the space around the sword seemed to be slightly distorted.
"Chi--boom!!"
There were no complicated changes in sword moves. With a movement of Fang Han's wrist, Flowing Wind Sword turned into a light cyan thin line that was so condensed that it seemed to be able to tear apart the void. It pointed toward the monument at a speed that exceeded the limit of what the naked eye could capture!
The moment the sword tip touched the monument, the highly condensed "Wind Momentum" and the majestic Internal Qi exploded.
After a sharp sound, there was a dull explosion like thunder in the sky!
General Ranking Martial Dao Stele's entire body shined brightly, instantly illuminating the entire square. The monument's surface shook violently, and the ripple-like energy ripples spread wildly like a tide.
The entire monument emitted a low and loud hum, which was far louder than during the Li Qinghong test.
Fang Han's name suddenly lit up, and then the number representing the ranking began to beat crazily.
Thirty-one... twenty-five... twenty... eighteen... seventeen... sixteen...
The numbers jumped at a dizzying speed, breaking through the twenty mark in an instant, and the momentum did not slow down at all.
Finally, under the gaze of countless eyes, the beating number suddenly froze - sixteenth!
The light gradually faded, and Martial Dao Stele returned to calm.
The name Fang Han suddenly stayed at the "sixteenth" position of General Ranking.
Li Qinghong, which had just returned to the 30th place, squeezed out of the top 30 again!
Everyone stared at the newly updated rankings on the monument, with shock written all over their faces.
After a brief period of dead silence, there was an explosion of sound, with exclamations, gasps, and discussions intertwined together, almost overturning the square.
"The...16th?! Rushed directly from thirty-one to sixteenth?!"
"Promoted a full fifteen places at once?!"
"Oh my God! Fang Han Senior Brother's strength... has actually reached this level?"
"Instead of returning to the 30th place, we went directly to the 16th place!"
"Beginner stage is more than a year old, General Ranking is sixteenth... This promotion speed is simply exaggerated!"
Countless eyes once again focused on Fang Han, who was standing with his sword closed, full of shock, awe, and even a trace of confusion.
"Sixteenth place!"
Fang Han slowly sheathed the sword, seemingly unaware of the huge sound behind him.
He raised his head and glanced at the number "Sixteenth" on the tablet, and then at the number "Ninth" before the name Chu Feng.
Unknowingly, he was only a few places away from Chu Feng.
A thought grew wildly in my mind, trying to crush Chu Feng under my feet next month.
Turning around, he separated from the still shocked crowd and walked away calmly.
He had never seen Li Qinghong, whose face was ashen and his body was trembling slightly, somewhere in the crowd. Of course, even if he noticed it, he would not bother to pay attention.
"Sixteenth... sixteenth..."
Li Qinghong looked at the dazzling "16th" on the monument, and himself who was once again squeezed to the "31st".
An indescribable humiliation, frustration, and a trace of despair that even he himself was unwilling to admit instantly overwhelmed him.
His face turned from green to white, then from white to red, and his chest heaved violently.
He turned around suddenly, staggered through the crowd, and fled the square in embarrassment.
The gap between him and Fang Han, instead of narrowing, actually became wider, so big that he could hardly even think about catching up.
Fang Han not only easily retained True Disciple's position, but also pushed him far away with a crushing attitude.
All his previous efforts, all his expectations, all his pride had turned into a big joke at this moment.
Among the onlookers, some noticed Li Qinghong's embarrassed departure and let out a low chuckle.
Deacon and Elder, who were watching from a distance, looked at each other with a hint of sympathy.
Li Qinghong's talent is pretty good, but it's a pity that he met Fang Han, whose talent is even more terrifying.
As soon as there were signs of taking back the position of True Disciple, Fang Han immediately suppressed it.
True Transmission Courtyard, Chu Feng's Courtyard In the study room.
Sandalwood Incense curled up, but it couldn't dispel the depression and irritability in the air.
Chu Feng was sitting on the rosewood Taishi chair, his fingertips tapping the smooth armrest unconsciously, making a dull "tap, tap" sound.
He stared out the window with deep eyes, a layer of unbreakable gloom hanging between his brows.
The forces under his command were robbed one after another by the mysterious "Thousand-Hand Thief", resulting in heavy losses and disgrace.
The tracking masters "Ghost Eye" Luo Yan and his confidant Song Xiang, who were hired with a lot of money, died tragically in the wilderness, and the clues were completely interrupted.
Outside the sect, everything was not going well, which made him have an evil fire in his chest that was difficult to express.
"Squeak--"
The study door was gently pushed open, and a figure walked in hurriedly, with unconcealable panic and eagerness on his face. It was his cousin Chu Chong.
"Cousin!"
Chu Chong rushed to the desk, his voice slightly changed due to the rush.
"Fang Han...Fang Han went to General Ranking Martial Dao Stele to test!"
Chu Feng's fingers tapping on the armrest suddenly stopped, and he slowly turned his head, his eyes like two ice picks piercing Chu Chong.
His face instantly became gloomy, and his voice had an imperceptible coldness.
"He went for the test? What was the result? Did he return to 30th place?"
Li Qinghong was able to return to 30th place so quickly, thanks to his connections and resources.
The purpose, of course, is to squeeze Fang Han out of True Disciple, so that Fang Han loses the blessing of True Disciple's identity.
However, Chu Chong's next words made his face even darker.
"Fang Han He... has returned to the top 30, and not only that, he has directly rushed to the 16th place!"
Chu Chong swallowed, with shock remaining on his face.
"Not only is it back in the top 30, but it's also promoted to sixteenth?"
Chu Feng suddenly stood up from the Taishi chair, his chest heaving violently.
A flash of shock flashed across his eyes, and was immediately replaced by a deeper fear and anger.
Promoted fifteen places at once, from thirty-first to sixteenth?
After Fang Han became True Disciple, he still improved so quickly!
Outside the sect, there is "Thousand-Hand Thief" who is like a tarsal maggot, constantly causing trouble for him and making him miserable.
Within the sect, Fang Han has risen so rapidly, and his strength is close to his own, and he has become a serious problem.
Troubled internally and externally, he felt like everything was going wrong for him recently!
A strong sense of crisis bit into his heart like a poisonous snake.
"Cousin, there is one more thing..."
Chu Chong looked at his words and expressions, and saw that Chu Feng's face was ugly, and he felt worried.
But when he thought of something else, a hint of imperceptible joy flashed in his eyes, and he said quickly.
"Regarding some of the matters that senior brother Song Xiang is handling, I wonder what my cousin has planned? Do you need my younger brother to take care of them on your behalf?"
There was a hint of temptation and flattery in his words.
Chu Chong has long been dissatisfied with the fact that Song Xiang, an "outsider", can become Chu Feng's confidant and has been in charge of many lucrative affairs. Now that Song Xiang is dead, he naturally wants to take the opportunity to take over.