as nothing in his eyes. He didn't take it seriously at all."That's fine..."Watanabe Yuki, being very perceptive, didn't say anything more. Women like her were a handful before they were tamed, ferocio...On the viewing platform, after rounds of competition, many old masters were already half-closed their eyes and drowsy.

They can represent the Three Sects, Five Schools, and Seven Great Clans. Sitting here, their strength is at least that of a celestial venerate, and it is extremely difficult to move them.

They had seen so many geniuses in their lifetime.

When Leng Qingqiu's sword was drawn, these people instantly widened their eyes and showed expressions of disbelief.

Chixia Fairy sat there, originally with a cold expression, but now she also showed a look of joy.

"Such an outstanding young lady, such powerful sword intent, such a fine piece of jade to be polished!"

Words of praise poured out continuously, "This little girl has caught my eye from the Bixia Sect. None of you are allowed to take her!"

The old men behind her were excited, but before they could speak, she jumped in first, leaving them all with disappointed expressions.

There's no way around it, the Bixia Sect is ranked among the three major sects and boasts formidable strength.

Although this Red Fairy is a woman, her style is quite tough and she has a fiery temper. She always does as she pleases.

For this reason, many people dare not provoke him and dispel the thought.

But some people are not afraid of Chixia Fairy, such as Ouyang Pingjiang beside him.

Elder Chixia, this young girl has extraordinary aptitude. She is truly a talent worth cultivating. Our Guiyuan Sect also has our eyes on her.

"As for me, I am willing to take her as my disciple and pass on my swordsmanship. I believe that once she joins the Guiyuan Sect, she will undoubtedly achieve the pinnacle of the sword way."

Everyone else was astonished. After all, Ouyang Pingjiang was the Great Elder of Guiyuan Sect, second only to the Sect Master in status.

To become his direct disciple was the dream of countless immortals, yet today he took the initiative to offer discipleship.

Chixia Fairy was not impressed at all: "Old man, what do you mean Can't the Bixia Religion produce good disciples"

Ouyang Pingjiang refused to back down: "It's nothing, this old man wants to take this girl as his apprentice."

"Alright, you two stop arguing."

Wuhu Daojun hurriedly stopped the two of them, "The Hundred Strong Competition hasn't ended yet, so it's not time to discuss accepting disciples. Let's talk about it later."

"Speaking of which," he said with a playful smirk at the corner of his mouth, "perhaps by then this little girl might be eager to become my disciple."

The moment the words left his mouth, a wave of shock rippled through the crowd once more.

It has never happened before that all three Grand Elders of Sanzong have taken a liking to someone at the same time.

However, considering that Leng Qingqiu had just displayed that astonishing sword technique, she was indeed worthy of such treatment.

Gifted disciples are not uncommon, but those who are so monstrously talented are few and far between.

These old monsters were all stunned, the shock in their hearts on the stage was unimaginable.

Originally, they had a fluke mentality, wanting to crush Lingyun Sword Sect and snatch the quota promised by the Zhao family.

One by one they rush forward, blood boiling.

As the cold and lonely autumn sword slashed through, it swiftly cooled their fervor like a bucket of ice water.

Needless to say, this single sword strike alone is enough to kill all of them. What's there to fight for

Though the spots are good, you also have to be alive to get them.

Leng Qingqiu held her sword, her whole body radiating an overwhelming chill: "Anyone who dares to cross this line shall die!"

As soon as she said this, the people from the eight major sects not only didn't dare to step forward, but backed away in fright.

It's obvious they are really scared, no one dares to overstep.

At the same time, a feeling of despair washed over him. Just based on this powerful individual, the strength of Lingyun Jianzong was thousands or even hundreds of times stronger than he had imagined.

Originally, I was still hoping to snag the remaining spot. Now it seems like a complete fantasy.

Just when they were utterly despairing, Ye Bufan walked out cheerfully.

"Everyone, you all step aside first. Let us get rid of the Zhao family first, and then we'll discuss the remaining positions."

As soon as he said this, the people around him came to their senses and the scene erupted in an uproar.

"Is this young man crazy To even think of bringing down the Zhao family, how could that possibly happen"

"Indeed, ignorance knows no fear. They think they can defeat the Zhao family with just one strong person"

Regardless of strength, the Zhao family is not someone a small sect like Lingyun Jianzong can provoke. This guy is practically courting death!

No wonder these people are so shocked. According to normal thinking, even if the Lingyun Sword Sect is powerful, at most they would just take the remaining spot and wouldn't dare to confront the Zhao family head-on.

All eight previous matches had been like this, even between two seeded teams there was no direct confrontation.

That would damage one's own strength, and secondly, it would attract the attention of their family.

The young man before them clearly subverted their perception, pointing the finger directly at the Zhao family.

If it were a powerful sect, that would be one thing, but the key point is that it's just a small place's second-rate sect, and I hadn't even heard of its name before.

On the viewing platform, Zhao Qinglian, the eldest of the Zhao family, widened his eyes in shock. The Zhao family, after all, was one of the Seven Great Families. They had never been targeted like this in all these years.

"Brat, I don't know who gave you the courage, thinking that with one expert you can be arrogant in front of the Zhao family"

At this moment, Zhao Xingyun recovered from his shock. He evidently hadn't expected that Ye Bufan would have such a powerful expert hidden by his side.

But he didn't take it too seriously. Just now, he could see that Leng Qingqiu was skilled only in swordsmanship, but her cultivation was only at the peak of Immortal King, a whole level lower than his own Immortal Venerable.

Even if the other party had the strength to fight back, what about the rest Their strength was far too different.

He took a step forward, his sword pointed directly at Ye Bufan.

Ye Bufan looked at him and smiled faintly. He waved his hand behind him and softly uttered two words, "Kill him!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Leng Qingqiu's Lúxiān Sword was instantly filled with killing intent. The sharp sword glow slashed fiercely towards its target.

"Shameless!"

Seeing that Ye Bufan dared not fight him himself, but instead let this woman make the move, Zhao Xingyun cursed inwardly.

But facing Leng Qingqiu's long sword, he didn't dare to be the slightest careless. The Immortal Venerable's strength suddenly erupted, and the long sword in his hand rolled up dozens of meters of sword glow to meet it.

In his mind, although his swordsmanship was far inferior to the opponent's, his cultivation base was powerful. After all, he was a celestial venerate, and at least he wouldn't lose.

Meanwhile, he issued orders to the several Zhao family disciples behind him: "All together, take down that boy for me…"

According to his plan, he would hold back Leng Qingqiu first and then have his men take the opportunity to kill Ye Bufan.

By then, the opponent will surely be distracted, and you'll have the chance to defeat this woman.

To his utter astonishment, the moment he uttered those words, a searing pain tore through his mind.

"Oh no, it's actually a Divine Consciousness technique!"

Zhao Xingyun was terrified out of his wits. He had no idea that the divine sense blade was slashed out by Ye Bufan, thinking it was done by Leng Qingqiu.

But no matter where it came from, he had already lost the ability to resist at this moment. His spirit was scattered, and the long sword in his hand slowed by a fraction.

Time was fleeting, but when he came to his senses, the cold and solitary sword light of Qiu had already flashed past him, splitting him in two.damaged treasure armorYet, Ye Bufan's thoughts differed from others. Gazing at the armor, a surge of excitement coursed through him.With his proficiency in artifact refinement passed down from ancient...