"..."
Fang Han turned his face sideways and looked at Chen Wanjun and Yun Muyao. There was no fluctuation in those calm eyes, only a calmness that was incomprehensible.
He shook his head slightly and did not respond. He just turned his gaze back to the figure in black robes above the main seat.
Chen Tianyuan sat upright in the banquet without making a sound to stop him from beginning to end.
He just picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a calm look.
There was no worry in those gentle eyes, only a sense of indifference as if everything was under control.
Noticing Chen Tianyuan's calmness, Chen Wanjun couldn't help but be startled, and felt a little suspicious in his heart.
Could it be that... the sect leader knew that Fang Han was going to challenge Ling Wuyuan?
"Since nephew Fang is willing to ask for advice, I am happy to accompany you."
On the main seat, Ling Wuyuan slowly put down the wine glass in his hand.
Those deep eyes fell on Fang Han, and a very subtle look flashed through his eyes, which was quickly covered up.
He did not maintain his identity and refused to take action with Fang Han, but agreed very decisively.
Without giving Fang Han any chance to regret, he turned to Li Wushang beside him without a moment's pause.
"Let people prepare the battlefield."
In the depths of his eyes, there was a cold light that was difficult for others to detect.
Nether Pavilion and Azure Profound Sect are equally powerful, but among the Azure Profound Sect, the one he fears most is not Gu Changqing.
Gu Changqing has been in the realm of a master for decades. He is old and his potential has been exhausted. It is difficult to make progress in his cultivation. At most, it is just maintaining the status quo.
But Fang Han is different.
This guy's talent is nothing short of monstrous.
If this son is allowed to grow up, he will become a serious problem for the Nether Pavilion in the future.
Today's Grandmaster Banquet was originally a stage for the Nether Pavilion to show off its strength and shock the various sects.
Fang Han didn't know the heights of the world, but it gave him an excellent opportunity.
As long as Fang Han can break Fang Han's spirit, leave an indelible psychological shadow on Fang Han, and let Fang Han have inner demons when he attacks the master realm in the future, Nether Pavilion will have no worries.
Li Wushang is so shrewd that he understood the intention of his pavilion master with just one look.
He stood up immediately, a smile appeared on his sinister face, and faced everyone in the hall and said:
"Everyone, it is rare to have such a grand event. Please come with me to the Nether Pavilion's largest Martial Arts Arena to have a look and be a witness to Pavilion Master Ling and Fang True Disciple."
He spoke a little faster, obviously not giving Fang Han any room to regret.
There was a sudden commotion in the palace.
"Do you really want to fight?!"
"Grandmaster vs. Grandmaster... what's so good about this?"
"Fang Han I'm afraid I'm going to get into trouble today."
People from each sect had their own thoughts, so they all got up and followed Li Wushang to the outside of the palace.
After a while, everyone came to a huge Martial Arts Arena inside the Nether Pavilion.
This Martial Arts Arena occupies a very large area, with a radius of hundreds of feet. It is the largest Martial Arts Arena among the Nether Pavilions.
The ground is paved with Black Astral Rock, and the surface has a cold sheen.
Each piece is about a foot thick, enough to withstand a full blow from Upper Third Grade warrior without breaking.
Fang Han and Ling Wuyuan faced off from a distance, tens of feet apart.
The autumn wind carried the unique chill of the mountains and passed over the battlefield, blowing the clothes of the two men loudly.
Fang Han Wearing a green robe hanging from the waist Silver-Gray Longsword, his face is as calm as water.
Ling Wuyuan The black robe is like ink, standing with hands behind his hands, surrounded by an aura as deep as the abyss of a master.
Around Martial Arts Arena, people from various sects stood and watched.
Chen Wanjun's knuckles were slightly white from exerting force. He looked at Fang Han's figure, his brows furrowed into the Chinese character "Chuan".
Yun Muyao stood beside him, his eyes half covered by gauze full of worry.
Luo Yuntian's hand holding the handle of the knife tightened slightly, and his eyes wandered back and forth between Fang Han and Ling Wuyuan.
I wanted to say something several times, but finally held back.
"Sect Master."
Han Qing frowned, looked at Chen Tianyuan, and whispered.
"Fang Han He..."
"Don't worry."
Chen Tianyuan's tone did not make any waves.
Looking at the two people in the field, there was no trace of worry in those gentle eyes, only an almost certain calmness.
On the east side, the sect leaders of Vajra Temple, Lingyun Sword Sect, Tyrant Blade Sect, Hundred Flower Valley, and Rain Listening Tower gathered together, their eyes locked on the two people on the battlefield like lightning.
"Chen Tianyuan is so calm?"
Xie Changkong glanced sideways, glanced at Chen Tianyuan, and frowned slightly.
Lei Pojun said roughly:
"Is it possible that Fang Han has any trump cards that can compete with the Grandmaster?"
Hua Nishang did not speak, but his watery eyes stayed on Fang Han for a long time.
Shen Tinglan's deep eyes flashed with a faint glimmer of light.
"Nephew Fang, as a master, I will not take advantage of you."
Among Martial Arts Arena, Ling Wuyuan stood with his hands behind his hands, his eyes fell on Fang Han, who was dozens of feet away, and he spoke slowly.
He moved his right hand, and the sleeves of his black robe were fluttering in the autumn wind, and his posture had the air of a master.
"You make the first move."
"Pavilion Master Ling, if that's the case, then I won't be polite."
Fang Han pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
He was not polite, refused, or hesitated.
The next moment--
"Keng--!!!"
The sound of swords that sounded like a clear dragon roared in this space, overpowering the autumn wind, piercing the sky, and resounding throughout the entire battlefield.
At the same time, Fang Han moved.
<Wind-Chasing Moon-Pursuing Steps> Motivated without reservation, the green-robed figure suddenly disappeared on the spot, leaving only an afterimage that was so blurry that it was almost invisible.
The distance of tens of feet seemed to disappear in front of him in an instant.
Within the body, the Dark Green Internal Qi of <Greenwood Poison-Avoidance Scripture> was running vigorously without reservation, and the majestic cultivation of Mid First Grade was poured into the sword body.
The physical strength of a million kilograms was mobilized with all his strength, and the muscles and bones roared together.
Minor Success Stage's <Great Void Wind God Sword> is fully accelerated.
Wind Sword Intent condensed on the sword body like substance, Dark Green's brilliance suddenly surged, and its color was as deep as a thousand-year cold pool.
Under the pressure of this Sword Intent, the air around the sword silently cracked into dark lines as fine as a spider web, spreading in all directions.
Fang Han slashed out with a sword.
This sword didn't have any fancy changes, it was just a simple sweep.
But the moment the sword edge fell--
An extremely terrifying cyan Sword Qi shot out from the sword's edge, swelled in the wind, and instantly turned into a solid bolt that was dozens of feet long.
Sword Qi was so powerful that wherever it passed, the hard Black Astral Rock ground was cut open silently like paper.
A bottomless smooth crack spread crazily towards Ling Wuyuan's feet.
"Well come."
Ling Wuyuan looked calm, raised his right hand, put his five fingers together, and performed Nether Pavilion master-level palm technique--<Nether Profound Palm>.
Under the master, if you want to understand Grandmaster Martial Art, it is extremely difficult and requires a genius to understand it.
But once you become a master, it becomes quite easy to understand.
On the one hand, when the level of realm is reached, everything will fall into place.
On the other hand, those who can become a master are already among the geniuses themselves.
"Boom--"
A dark palm print that was as dense as a mountain was shot out, and wherever the wind of the palm passed, the air was compressed to the point where a dull sonic boom emitted.
When Ling Wuyuan thinks about it, with his master's power, he can easily repel Fang Han's sword.
However, the moment the palm wind touched the cyan Sword Qi--
His expression suddenly changed.
"Not good!"
His pupils suddenly contracted.
The power from that cyan Sword Qi far exceeded his expectations.
That's not an attack that First Grade warriors can launch, that's the combat power of a grandmaster!
Moreover, he has already surpassed his new grandmaster!
Sword Qi was so powerful that it easily tore apart his palm, and continued to attack without losing any momentum.
"Boom--!!!"
With an earth-shattering loud noise, Ling Wuyuan hurriedly changed his moves to block with all his strength, but was still forced to slide back several feet.
Before Ling Wuyuan could stabilize his body, Fang Han's second sword came one after another. This sword was faster, with a more tricky angle, and the sword light pierced Ling Wuyuan's left shoulder.
"Tsk!"
The sword light grazed Ling Wuyuan's left shoulder, and the black Brocade Robe cracked silently, and a shallow bloodstain appeared.
Ling Wuyuan groaned and involuntarily took three steps back.
Every step left deep footprints on the hard Black Astral Rock ground. Cracks spread around the footprints like spider webs, and gravel shot out like rain.
Around Martial Arts Arena, after a period of oppressive silence, a shocking uproar broke out.
"The combat power is comparable to... a grandmaster?!"
Vajra Temple The rosary beads in Abbot Ku Du's hand were pinched and scattered.
The sandalwood beads crackled and rolled to the ground, but he didn't notice it at all, just staring at the green-robed figure in the field.
Lingyun Sword Sect Master Xie Changkong's hand trembled suddenly, and for the first time, his deep face was covered with disbelief.
Tyrant Blade Sect Master Lei Pojun's big copper bell eyes were filled with astonishment.
Hundred Flower Valley Master Hua Nishang and Rain Listening Tower Building Master Shen Tinglan also had indescribable astonishment on their faces.
Azure Profound Sect The direction of the group.
"How is this possible?!"
Chen Wanjun was shocked by what he saw, and his fingers turned white due to excessive excitement and exertion.
"Grandmaster's combat power?!"
Yun Muyao In those cold eyes, worry has been replaced by a more shocking emotion.
Chen Tianyuan looked as calm as water, as if everything in front of him was as expected.
"Whoosh!"
Among Martial Arts Arena, Fang Han did not give Ling Wuyuan a chance to breathe.
<Wind-Chasing Moon-Pursuing Steps> Pushed to the extreme, his figure disappeared from the place again.
The sword light lit up again.
"Shuashuashua--"
One sword after another, like the endless autumn wind, pouring towards Ling Wuyuan with a sharp intention that tears everything apart.
Every sword strike is incredibly fast, and every sword strike is ruthless and precise.
Two figures, cyan and black, flashed and collided rapidly on the battlefield hundreds of feet in radius, and each clash erupted with a deafening roar.
The hard Black Astral Rock ground was constantly torn apart under the shadow of the sword's light, and ravines with a depth of several feet spread across the ground.
"Tsk--!"
Another sword light flashed, and the sleeve of Ling Wuyuan's left arm was completely torn, a deeper wound appeared, and blood seeped out instantly and soaked the black robe.
His expression was extremely ugly, and his deep eyes were full of horror and disbelief.
"Shuashuashua--"
Fang Han's eyes are cold and stern, and he is unforgiving when he is in power.
The offensive continued, and the sword light suddenly appeared, forcing Ling Wuyuan to retreat again and again.
In the end, he concentrated all his power on one sword.
<Great Void Wind God Sword>'s Sword Intent was activated to the extreme at this moment, the cracks were torn open, and a sword slashed down.
"Boom--!!!"
A majestic Sword Qi that was a hundred feet long swept out, tearing apart everything, and crashed into Ling Wuyuan.
Ling Wuyuan was wrapped up in this majestic Sword Qi, and the whole person flew out like a kite with a broken string, and hit the ground dozens of feet away.
Black Astral Rock A huge crater with a depth of ten feet was smashed into the ground, and dense cracks spread crazily.
At the bottom of the pit, Ling Wuyuan was half-kneeling on the ground, his black robe broken and stained with blood everywhere.
A diagonal sword mark on his chest was shocking, and blood dripped down his robe and onto the ground, spreading into a small patch of darkness.
The whole place was dead silent.
Only the autumn wind swept past the huge Martial Arts Arena, lifting up the gravel and smoke on the ground.