"General Ranking's ranking is not as good as that of Senior Brother Fang, and Prodigy Ranking's ranking is not as good as that of Senior Brother Fang. How dare you take the initiative to challenge?"
"That's right! What was the result? Wasn't it beaten by Senior Brother Fang until he lay on the ground like a dead dog and couldn't get up?"
"Haha, this is called humiliating yourself!"
"I wonder how he can hold his head high in the sect in the future!"
Extremely sharp discussions were heard, and those who made these discussions were the same disciples who had been injured by Chu Feng in a rage at the mountain gate.
They still had injuries on their bodies and bruises on their faces, but now they struggled to squeeze their way to the front of the crowd.
Pointing at Chu Feng who was struggling to get up on the stage, he mocked loudly and unabashedly, his face full of the joy of revenge.
Obviously, Chu Feng's previous atrocities have made them hate him to the core.
Now that I see Chu Feng defeated, I naturally want to beat up the lost dog.
The voices of these people were quite loud and stood out among the din, immediately attracting a lot of attention from those around them.
Some people frowned, thinking they were a little excessive. After all, Chu Feng is still the proud True Disciple, with a distinguished status.
But more people looked on with a cold eye with a hint of schadenfreude, and some even whispered in agreement.
After all, with Chu Feng's unruly personality, he usually offends a lot of disciples.
"You... you..."
On the stage, Chu Feng, who had just struggled to hold himself up and was about to suppress his injury and take Danyao to heal his injuries, clearly heard these words that cut into his heart like a knife.
He raised his head suddenly and stared at the disciples with his blood-red eyes, filled with extreme resentment and shame.
General Ranking was overtaken, Prodigy Ranking was overtaken, and he was defeated by the sword of Fang Han in public... These successive blows made his mind agitated, his blood boiling, and he almost collapsed.
At this moment, being humiliated in public by these ordinary disciples who he would never even look at on a daily basis, the accumulated humiliation, anger, unwillingness, resentment... erupted like a volcano.
"Pfft--!"
Chu Feng pointed at the disciples and wanted to say something, but a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, and the blood mist filled the air.
His body shook violently several times, his vision went dark, he could no longer hold on, and fell straight back.
It hit the ring with a loud "bang" and he fainted completely.
He was so angry that he fainted!
This scene made the originally noisy square quiet again.
Everyone was stunned, looking at Chu Feng who passed out on the stage, and then looked at the disciples in front of the stage who were also a little frightened, but then showed relief, with different expressions.
"This..."
"Senior brother Chu Feng... passed out?"
"Dark out of anger? Passed out by a few ordinary disciples?"
"Oh, this is too..."
After a brief silence, there was more complicated discussion.
There is astonishment, disdain, and sympathy, but most of all, it is a feeling of the impermanence of the world.
Once upon a time, Chu Feng was so high-spirited and looked down upon his peers?
Now he has ended up in such a situation, defeated miserably in public, even fainted on the spot, his face was disgraced, and his majesty was completely lost.
"This is not the end, just the beginning!"
Fang Han sheathed his sword and glanced at the fainted Chu Feng, with a sneer in his eyes.
Today he has indeed released the evil energy that he has accumulated for a long time, but it is impossible for him to just let Chu Feng go.
Repaying evil with kindness? It doesn't exist here.
Moreover, if he is the one who loses today, Chu Feng will never give up when things get better.
He turned around and walked off the stage calmly.
Wherever he passed, the crowd automatically separated into a wide passage. All the disciples looked at him with awe and admiration, and no one dared to look at him.
"Senior Brother Fang!"
"Senior Brother Fang!"
Yun Qianyue, Li Feng, Xiao Chen and others came forward.
Fang Han nodded slightly in response to several people.
Chen Xuan Elder also walked slowly, looked at Fang Han with gentle eyes, and said with a smile.
"That's right. Don't be arrogant when you win. Keep your mind calm and keep it up."
"Thank you Elder for the compliment. Disciple, please remember it."
Fang Han bowed and saluted.
"Well, let's go back to adjust our breath and consolidate the gains from this battle."
Chen Xuan Elder warned, then turned and left.
Fang Han and Yun Qianyue briefly exchanged a few words, then left the square and walked in the direction of True Transmission Courtyard under their and countless gazes.
After this battle, his status and reputation within the Azure Profound Sect have been completely stabilized, and no one can shake it.
Chu Feng was carried down by his followers and Deacon and sent for treatment.
However, the news that Chu Feng suffered a disastrous defeat today and was knocked unconscious will surely spread throughout the sect at a faster speed, becoming a stain that is difficult to wash away in Chu Feng's martial arts career.
Chu Feng's life in the sect may not be easy in the future.
Back to True Transmission Courtyard No. 35 Annex, the screen retreats to the left and right, Fang Han does not immediately enter Quiet Room breath adjustment.
He stood alone in the courtyard, clasping his hands and looking up at the blue sky and white clouds.
Although he won the battle with Chu Feng, the cost was considerable, especially the last sword, which almost condensed all his current understanding of <Void-Sundering Nine Swords> and Internal Qi.
At this moment, I relaxed, and a faint feeling of fatigue quietly came over me.
But more than anything, it is a sense of pleasure that the long-standing depression can be relieved.
Since Beginner stage, Chu Feng has been like an invisible mountain, pressing in front of him.
Overt and covert suppression and targeting... Although they could not really stop his progress, they were always like a stick in his throat.
Now, this mountain was finally pushed away by him with his own hands and even trampled under his feet.
Feeling happy, unprecedented joy surrounds my heart.
The thoughts in my heart are clear, my consciousness is clear, and it seems that even the movement of Internal Qi around my body has become smoother.
"This is not the end, just the starting point..."
Fang Han gently exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes filled with sharp light.
Defeating Chu Feng is not the end for him, but a new starting point.
His eyes will next be cast on the names at the forefront of Prodigy Ranking, and on the broader world outside the sect.
Returning to Quiet Room, Fang Han sat cross-legged on the futon, took out two True Spirit Pill and drank it.
Danyao melts in the mouth, and the pure medicinal power spreads into the limbs and bones.
He gathered his mind and slowly operated <Mystic Wind Art>, guiding Internal Qi along the meridians to circulate around the sky, refining the medicinal power and replenishing the consumption of the battle with Chu Feng.
Internal Qi The rushing water is like a dry river bed that is nourished by a clear spring and quickly fills up.
Within half an hour, the consumed Internal Qi was completely recovered.
"My condition is better than ever. Keep practicing."
However, Fang Han did not stop practicing after Internal Qi recovered.
Although the fierce fight with Chu Feng was dangerous and could result in serious injury if he was not careful, it also temporarily stimulated his body's potential.
While practicing at this moment, Internal Qi is growing faster than usual.
The Shaohai Acupoint, which was already close to overflowing, quickly reached the limit of its capacity under the infusion of this new Internal Qi, and a clear feeling of bulging could be heard.
The overflowing Internal Qi surged spontaneously, like a tide, rushing toward the next pass - Yamen Acupoint.
"Boom!"
Internal Qi The torrent hit an invisible but extremely tough barrier, making a dull roar.
"We have reached the bottleneck in the late stage of fifth grade!"
Fang Han's mind is calm and not impatient. It still maintains a stable rhythm and continues to operate <Mystic Wind Art>, guiding the majestic Internal Qi in the body.
Under the terrifying increase of 128 times Root Bone Talent, Internal Qi is like a tireless engineer, wave after wave, steadily and continuously washing away and shaking the barrier.
The bottleneck trembled violently, rippled, and tiny cracks began to spread.
Less than half an hour.
"Crack!"
A cracking sound came from deep inside the body and was clearer than when he broke through the middle stage of fifth grade.
The bottleneck in the late stage of fifth grade is broken!
The majestic Internal Qi that had been accumulated for a long time instantly broke down all obstacles and poured crazily into the newly opened Yamen Acupoint with unprecedented joy.
In an instant, the aura around Fang Han suddenly surged!
Including Yamen Acupoint, fifteen connected Acupointss build a more complex, large and efficient Internal Qi circulation system.
Internal Qi The speed and total volume of the rushing water increased sharply again, and the color became darker.
It is almost jet black, with a texture as thick as mercury slurry, and the sense of power it brings during circulation far exceeds that of the mid-5th grade.
And with the connection of Yamen Acupoint, a new Divine Treasury - "Fortified Defense" also opened.
Fang Han felt the skin and muscles all over his body tightened slightly, as if some invisible obstacle had been penetrated, and the connection with Internal Qi's operating system became even closer.
Once the mind moves slightly, Internal Qi can gather on the body surface faster, forming a layer of Internal Qi armor that is more condensed and more defensive.
Internal Qi's defense is no longer just superficial, but has begun to possess impressive defense power.
"Later stage of fifth grade, it's done!"
Fang Han slowly opened his eyes, and a wisp of dark green light flowed under his eyes, and then disappeared.
Breakthrough in cultivation and further strength!
After defeating Chu Feng, my already great mood became even better.
The next day, the sky was slightly bright.
True Transmission Courtyard, Chu Feng's Courtyard In the bedroom.
Chu Feng woke up faintly, her eyelids trembled several times before she opened them with difficulty.
What caught his eye was the familiar top of the bed curtain, but the faint smell of medicine in the air, and the dull pain coming from his chest and ribs, instantly brought him back to the cruel reality.
Yesterday's tragic defeat, humiliation, and finally the scene of being fainted by the living anger, flooded into my mind like a tide.
His face instantly turned livid, his chest heaved violently, and a suffocation mixed with severe pain and extreme humiliation filled his chest, almost suffocating him again.
"Uh... poof!"
He turned his head suddenly and coughed out another small mouthful of congestion, which splashed into the spittoon beside the bed, the color of which was dark red.
"Cousin! You wake up!"
Chu Chong, who was guarding the bedside, heard the noise and hurriedly came forward, with worry and fear on his face.
"Get away!"
Chu Feng pushed away Chu Chong's hand that was reaching out to help him, his eyes were scary.
He forced himself to sit up and felt that although his body was still weak, most of the injuries were healed compared to yesterday. He knew that he must have taken the precious healing Danyao given by the sect.
But this did not comfort him at all, and instead made him feel even more humiliated.
The sect gave the medicine because of his status as the genius True Disciple. But after this defeat, how much face does the genius True Disciple have left?
When he thought about the countless sneers, ridicules, and pitying looks he would face in the sect in the future, he felt tight in his chest, his energy and blood boiled, and his eyesight turned black.