"Everyone! I would like to announce that the first match of the next top four arena battle will be between Duan Qingfeng of Jianxin Valley and Mu Shan of Xuantian Sect. The second match will be between Ji Fan of casual cultivator and Han Shixuan of Hundred Beasts Sect."
After the top four contestants drew their numbers, General Xiang Yunpeng solemnly announced the order of the competition for the top four in the ring.
"Fortunately, I got the number two, otherwise it would be a bit difficult to fight continuously." Jiang Fan felt happy in his heart and quickly walked off the stage, preparing to find a secluded corner to heal his injuries.
"Ji Fan!"
As soon as Jiang Fan stepped off the stage, Tang Qianqian, dressed in bright red clothes, walked towards him elegantly.
"Tang Qianqian? What is she here for?"
Jiang Fan was confused. He had no time to pay attention to this young lady at this time.
"Hey! This is for you. There are a few healing pills in it." After saying that, Tang Qianqian handed Jiang Fan the small bottle in her hand directly, regardless of whether he accepted it or not.
"Miss Tang, actually I..." Upon seeing this, Jiang Fan subconsciously prepared to refuse. He thought that swallowing a few spiritual energy pills would heal his wounds.
"Boy! This bottle of elixir will help your injury a lot. Don't be so harsh now."
Ji Yue's voice rang in Jiang Fan's ears, and subconsciously he obeyed his master's orders, causing him to swallow back the words he had not yet spoken.
"Okay, Miss Tang, thank you very much!" Jiang Fan clasped his fists at Tang Qianqian to express his gratitude.
Tang Qianqian was stunned for a moment, a little surprised by the change in Jiang Fan's expression, then she chuckled, waved her hand and said, "It doesn't matter, these pills are nothing compared to my appearance."
After Jiang Fan heard this, he recalled how he almost disfigured the other party. He couldn't help scratching his head in embarrassment. He didn't know what to say for a moment.
It seemed that Tang Qianqian also noticed Jiang Fan's embarrassment. She smiled and stepped forward and said, "By the way, Ji Fan, can you stop calling me Miss Tang?"
"Huh?" Jiang Fan was a little confused.
"I have a name and a surname. You can call me Tang Qianqian, or Qianqian." Tang Qianqian laughed softly.
"Miss Tang, I..." Jiang Fan obviously hadn't recovered yet.
"Okay, I won't disturb your healing. I am optimistic about you!" Tang Qianqian winked at Jiang Fan, then turned and left, walking towards her father Tang Hong.
"This young lady is so straightforward..." Jiang Fan looked at Tang Qianqian's leaving back and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Then, Jiang Fan found a relatively quiet place, sat down, and took out the medicine bottle given by Tang Qianqian.
As soon as the bottle cap is opened, a strong medicinal fragrance immediately hits your nose.
"What kind of elixir is this? Just smelling it makes people feel relaxed and happy..." Jiang Fan was curious.
"This is a third-grade elixir - Shura Heart Meridian Pill." Ji Yue replied calmly.
"It's actually a third-grade healing elixir? You really deserve to be the eldest lady of Burning Heaven Palace!" Jiang Fan couldn't help but feel envious as he looked at three such elixirs in the bottle.
"The Shura Heart Meridian Pill is made from the rare Shura Flower. It has a powerful healing effect and can repair the meridians and internal injuries of the injured. This healing pill is exactly what you need now." Ji Yue said softly.
"It seems that you are a pretty boy! Just now you saved the beauty bravely and stole the show, and now a beauty comes to deliver medicine to you personally." It seemed that Jiang Fan was not scolded, and Ji Yue always felt a little uncomfortable.
After hearing this, Jiang Fan quickly took out a Shura Heart Meridian Pill, swallowed it directly, and then said softly to Ji Yue: "Master, time is running out, I have to start healing!" After that, no matter who Master Ji Yue was, In response, Jiang Fan closed his eyes and began to heal.
"Hmph!" Ji Yue snorted coldly. How could she not see that this boy was clearly changing the subject.
But considering that Jiang Fan did this to win over the divine blood vine, she couldn't say anything more.
At the same time, Duan Qingfeng and Mushan also stepped onto the competition ring.
"For Qin Xue, I, Duan Qingfeng, risked my life today!"
Although Qin Xue was unable to attend the Prodigy Conference in person for some reasons, in Duan Qingfeng's heart, as long as he could be among the top three in the Prodigy list, he would surely win Qin Xue's heart after returning to the sect.
Everyone has their own preferences. Even Duan Qingfeng, the suave senior brother of Jianxin Valley, only loves Qin Xue.
"Senior Brother Duan! Come on!"
"Senior Brother Duan, we must win!"
"Senior Brother Duan! He is so handsome...he is my male god!"
In the team on the Jianxin Valley side of the stage, the junior sisters were shouting wildly, and the few junior brothers in the team showed envious eyes.
In any case, Duan Qingfeng represents the glory of Jianxin Valley at this moment. Although the juniors are jealous, they also follow the junior sisters to cheer for Duan Qingfeng.
"Hmph! Boring." Mushan dismissed the gazes around him, looking a little bored.
"Bore!"
With the sound of the gong on the ring, the battle officially begins!
"Jianxin Valley, Duan Qingfeng!" Out of courtesy, Duan Qingfeng greeted Mushan with fists.
"Let's get started! It will be over soon anyway." Mushan said coldly.
After Duan Qingfeng heard this, he suddenly became furious and stabbed Mushan directly with his sword.
Facing Duan Qingfeng's attack, Mushan did not panic. He held a long sword in his hand. This was the first time he saw Mushan summon a spiritual weapon.
The long sword in Mushan's hand seems to be a middle-grade spiritual weapon, and its strength should be far superior to ordinary middle-grade spiritual weapons.
The next moment, the sword moves of the two men intertwined in the air, the sword light flashed, and the sound of metal collision echoed in the ring.
Duan Qingfeng's swordsmanship was sharp and swift, and each sword was full of anger and determination. His strong figure and swift sword power turned into a lightning-like offensive, trying to defeat Mushan.
However, Mushan was as calm as the surface of a lake, facing Duan Qingfeng's fierce attack indifferently. His swordsmanship may seem gentle, but it contains infinite inner strength and subtle changes. Each sword skillfully defuses Duan Qingfeng's offensive without any hesitation or waste.
Their sword moves were intertwined, showing their superb swordsmanship.
Duan Qingfeng frowned and tried hard to find a way to crack Mushan's sword technique. However, Mushan was always with him, making it difficult for him to find a flaw.
As time passed by, Duan Qingfeng's offensive gradually became exhausted, but Mushan remained calm and composed, and his swordsmanship became even more fierce.
"boom!"
Finally, an exquisite swordsmanship broke through Duan Qingfeng's defense, and the sword tip was close to his chest.
The atmosphere in the ring was frozen, and the audience held their breath, waiting for the final result.
At this moment, Duan Qingfeng could no longer escape. He gritted his teeth and decided to activate his spiritual energy, preparing to fight to the death.
"ah!"
Mushan's sword stabbed Duan Qingfeng's chest, and a scream followed.
"puff!"
Duan Qingfeng's body trembled, and blood poured out of his mouth, but his eyes showed determination.
"You lost." Mushan slowly pulled out the sword from Duan Qingfeng and said calmly.
Just as the sword tip was about to leave Duan Qingfeng's body, the latter held the sword tightly with one hand, and blood immediately poured out from his palm.
Duan Qingfeng laughed wildly, waved the sword in his hand, and launched a fierce attack on Mushan.
"Aerial Slash!"
A sharp sword energy burst out from Duan Qingfeng's sword and rushed towards Mu Shan.
At such a close range, even if Mushan wanted to avoid it, it was too late.
"I didn't expect that I would exchange injuries for injuries!" Duan Qingfeng said hoarsely.
However, the corners of Mushan's mouth raised slightly, making Duan Qingfeng feel a little uneasy.
"boom!"
Before Duan Qingfeng could react, he was knocked away by Mushan's palm.
"Ghost Walk!"
Mushan quickly retreated with a ghostly figure, and at the same time swung his sword to resist the sharp sword energy.
"Bang!"
Along with a loud noise, smoke and dust filled the field, making it impossible for the audience to see Mushan's condition clearly.
"puff……"
On the other side, Duan Qingfeng, who had already received a blow from Mu Shan, just received a slap from the other side and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood again.
Obviously, Duan Qingfeng, the senior brother of Jianxin Valley, was seriously injured at this moment.
As the smoke and dust on the field gradually dispersed, Mushan's figure appeared in everyone's sight again.
"Cough!" Mushan coughed dryly. He seemed a little injured, but it was not serious.
"What? Failed to seriously injure you?"
Duan Qingfeng was surprised to see that his full blow failed to seriously injure Mushan.
The spell he had practiced hard for many years - Sky Control Slash, had reached its peak level, but failing to seriously injure the opponent at such a close distance was undoubtedly unbelievable to Duan Qingfeng.
"I must not admit that both your tactics and spells have reached perfection. However, these are insignificant in the face of huge strength!" Mushan said angrily.
Obviously, the battle just now had made Mushan angry. Mu Shan didn't expect that Duan Qingfeng could hurt him and almost let him use his true strength.
"get out!"
The next moment, Mushan quickly approached Duan Qingfeng like a ghost, and then swung his sword out.
"hateful!"
Duan Qingfeng endured the severe pain and swung his sword with all his strength to resist, but he was already beyond his power.
"Bang!"
After the collision of metal, Duan Qingfeng flew out of the ring like a kite with a broken string.
"Pfft...your strength is not limited to the spiritual spring realm..."
Duan Qingfeng passed out before he could finish speaking.
"Senior Brother Duan! Senior Brother Duan..."
In the Jianxin Valley team, the junior sisters hurriedly ran towards Duan Qingfeng.
"Hmph! Waste!" Mushan said coldly, glancing at Duan Qingfeng who was lying on the ground unconscious.
In an instant, the field was boiling with excitement!
"Duan Qingfeng of Jianxin Valley was defeated so completely!"
"This Mushan is too strong! Is this really just the strength of a Dzogchen monk in the Lingquan realm?"
"How magical was that movement just now? It was able to easily dodge Duan Qingfeng's stunt at such a close range!"
"It's simply unbelievable. It seems that this Tianjiao Conference will definitely be dominated by Xuantian Sect..."
The battle scene in front of me is really exciting! Everyone present was extremely shocked...
"Elder Ge, it seems that the champion of this Tianjiao Conference is not Mushan!" On the side, Fourth Elder Yao Tianlang began to congratulate him in advance.
"As expected of Senior Brother Mushan, it's really refreshing to see it!"
Pan Lie, who was previously defeated by Duan Qingfeng, has now regained his consciousness under the treatment of senior brother Chu Yan. Seeing Duan Qingfeng fail so miserably, he couldn't be happier.
"Haha! Elder Yao, Pan Lie's talent is no worse than Mushan's. In time, he will definitely become a leader among the younger generation of Xuantian Sect." Seeing the other master and apprentice flattering him so much, Ge Tianqi also said without hesitation Send your own compliments.
Sure enough, Yao Tianlang was very satisfied after hearing what Ge Tianqi said. As for Pan Lie on the side, he bent down and saluted respectfully: "Thank you, Great Elder, Pan Lie must work hard to cultivate!"
"Haha!" The two old fools from Xuantian Sect laughed.
On the high platform, Her Majesty the Queen Nangong Ying couldn't help but be a little surprised when she saw this: "I didn't expect that this generation of Xuantian Sect disciples would be so strong. In this way, even that young man seems to be impossible. Mushan's opponent." As he spoke, Nangong Ying cast his eyes towards Jiang Fan in the audience.
At this time, Jiang Fan also opened his eyes from the healing, and was also a little surprised by the result of the current battle.
"This guy named Mushan is truly terrifying!" Jiang Fan sighed in his heart. In his opinion, even if Duan Qingfeng could not defeat Mushan, he would not suffer such a disastrous defeat.
"Okay, it's your turn. Your next opponent is not a fuel-efficient lamp either." Ji Yue reminded.
"Well, Master, I will be careful." Jiang Fan nodded in response, looking at Han Shixuan not far away.
The two people's eyes happened to meet, and Han Shixuan made a gesture of wiping his neck towards Jiang Fan.
Just when Jiang Fan was lost in thought, a woman's voice came quietly.
"Jiang Fan! Come on! I am optimistic about you!" Tang Qianqian, dressed in red, appeared behind him at some point.
"Yeah!" Jiang Fan nodded quickly and ran quickly towards the field.
"This guy! Just doesn't want to pay attention to me?" Tang Qianqian was a little depressed.
