Seeing Chen Fan about to spar with Chuan Jiu.
Feng Jiaojiao rushed over with a grin.
"You're going to fight? Good, good, good! I love watching people fight the most."
Yong Guan watched the scene with a smile as well. With a wave of his hand, a bronze mirror floated up from his palm and gradually enlarged.
"My Illusory Spirit Mirror is a special secret treasure. It can create an illusion realm and serve as a battlefield."
Chen Fan's eyes flashed.
The value of such a treasure alone was immeasurable.
After all, both of them possessed terrifying strength.
Even Chen Fan, who was far inferior to Chuan Jiu, could sweep aside those at the fifth level of Chang Sheng in terms of raw power.
As for Chuan Jiu, he was among the finest at the sixth level of Chang Sheng.
An ordinary illusion realm could not possibly replicate the power of the two of them.
Those who could enter the first sequence, apart from Chen Fan and the other two who had passed the Plum Gathering, were at the very least as strong as ordinary sixth-level Chang Sheng cultivators. Even secluded sects and foreign races might not have a single figure like that. It was perfectly normal for them to possess such treasures.
"Just fighting is too plain. It'll be more fun if we add some flair and tricks." Feng Jiaojiao's eight eyes blinked as another idea sprang into her mind.
"I think so too."
"Let's wager something."
The geniuses around them immediately chimed in.
Chen Fan, however, gave a helpless bitter smile. "The gap in strength between Senior Brother Chuan Jiu and me is too great. There's no room for any tricks..."
He knew his own limits well.
It was already exceedingly difficult for him to have cleared the