At the foot of Xiaoqiong Peak, many Taixuan disciples had cleared a space and let Nezha and Jiang Yan in.

Most of these disciples were optimistic about Jiang Yan and cheered for him with laughter. Only Xiao Gan stared at Nezha with a hint of thought in his eyes.

He didn't think Nezha was a fool, so there must be some winning trick.

"Nezha, you will regret agreeing to this duel." Jiang Yan laughed, spread his arms, and soared into the sky like a roc.

"Look, this is the flying technique that can only be mastered by the Guiyuan realm. No matter whether you have a trump card or not, I am invincible, hehe."

Everyone laughed, obviously they had known this for a long time.

"I'll show you the difference between Foundation Establishment and Return to Origin!"

Nezha looked up at Jiang Yan, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes. He tried to stretch out his arms, and the spiritual energy and magic power in his body began to surge out from the spiritual sea and rushed around his body.

"It really doesn't work, it seems like the only option is...Hot Wheels!"

Nezha shook his head in frustration, and when Jiang Yan saw this expression, he became even more arrogant.

But when he heard the last three words, Jiang Yan couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

"What did you say?"

The next moment, two flames ignited from the top of the Nine Peaks. After circling in the air for a while, they flew down the mountain path like lightning and stopped steadily in front of Nezha.

Those were two wheels, only the size of a palm, burning with the sound of wind and the light of fire. It was obviously a treasure of high level.

"I'm making this up, this is..."

Jiang Yan almost couldn't breathe as he watched Nezha step onto the Wind Fire Wheel, then rise into the sky, stopping in the air a head taller than him, looking down at him with his lips pursed.

Jiang Yan: “…”

"Well...I seem to be flying higher than you." Nezha steadied himself and smiled.

Jiang Yan felt that his mentality was a little broken.

Xiao Gan and others who were standing several feet away also felt a little unstable.

Jiang Yan gritted his teeth, his eyes turning cold. "Very good, I want to see if there is a magic treasure that can really make up for the gap between foundation building and returning to the origin!"

As he spoke, Jiang Yan clenched his hand, and a green sword shadow suddenly appeared in the air. The sword shadow condensed in his palm and turned into a three-foot-long green blade.

"This is a yellow-grade, top-grade spiritual treasure I accidentally obtained. It's a good opportunity to give it a try and see whose is more powerful."

The sword light flickered, and the sky was filled with sword energy, making the air much colder and solemn.

Nezha looked down at Jiang Yan from the air and chuckled.

"A magic sword? I think I have one too..." Nezha muttered, stretching out his hands. It was the top of Xiaoqiong Peak again, and suddenly two sword lights shot up into the sky.

The sound of the sword that shook the entire Xiaoqiong Peak made everyone's face change drastically. Then they saw two halos, one black and one white, shooting straight towards them, and finally hovering beside Nezha.

"This is... the Yin-Yang Twin Swords from Tianji Peak?"

Xiao Gan screamed and turned to look at Liu Yang who was not far behind him. Liu Yang was accepted as a third-generation disciple by Tianji Peak. The Yin-Yang Double Swords were originally prepared for Liu Yang by Senior Brother Zhao Wuji of Tianji Peak, but he was inexplicably lost to Li Changan of Xiaoqiong Peak.

Liu Yang grinned, looking helpless.

"The Yin-Yang Twin Swords are the spiritual treasures of Master Zhao Wuji from Tianji Peak. They are said to be first-grade Xuanjing treasures. In our Taixuan Sect, they can be ranked among the top..."

"Master Wuji actually gave it to Li Changan, and Li Changan actually gave it to Nezha..."

"Isn't this... a bit of bullying?"

Jiang Yan stood there in a daze, watching the Yin-Yang Swords just hovering in the air, suppressing the spiritual sword in his hand, and that extremely terrifying sword light had unknowingly penetrated into the gate of his meridian palace.

Let alone fighting, just standing there for a while would probably result in serious injuries.

"Nezha, you..."

Before Jiang Yan finished speaking, he saw Nezha flick his fingers, and a hairband flew out from the short hair draped over his shoulders. It grew bigger in the wind and turned into a crimson silk strip, circling around his body.

The aura emanating from this silk ribbon was even stronger than that of the Yin-Yang Swords.

"I'll make it..."

Now, everyone in the field suddenly lost their composure.

What kind of fight is this? They just took out a few magical treasures, all of which are top-notch Taixuan treasures. Not to mention Jiang Yan who is in the early stage of Guiyuan, even if he replaces him with someone in the upper stage of Guiyuan, he probably won't be able to withstand these blows.

Jiang Yan's face was gloomy and his eyelids were twitching.

He really had the urge to turn around and leave.

It's not because of lack of strength, but because of the huge gap between the rich and the poor. It's like a young man with bare hands facing a primary school student with a gun. No matter how good the gun is, if he gets hit by a single blow, you will die no matter how strong you are.

There is no other way, except money, to restrain all the extravagance.

"Hey, hey, I'm about to start, you better pay attention." Nezha stepped on the Wind Fire Wheel, held the Yin and Yang Swords in his hands, and the Hun Tian Ling was spinning around him. That was not all. At the moment Nezha spoke, a huge twelve-turn colorful lotus rose from under his feet, and suddenly shrank, wrapping an area of ​​dozens of feet in it, forming a huge lotus field.

Jiang Yan, who was wrapped in it, flapped twice in the air like a bird with broken wings, and fell down with a bang, hitting the bluestone below.

He rolled his eyes and fainted.

Everyone: "..."

Nezha “…”

The red clouds on Xiaoqiong Peak "..."

Li Changan suppressed his smile, touched his chin and nodded with satisfaction, "Not bad, defeating the upper Return to Origin realm with a middle-stage Foundation Establishment Realm, you are worthy of being my junior brother, Li Changan."

Danyun almost jumped up. What the hell does this have to do with you, Li Changan? Besides... there was no fight. They just showed up...

However, seeing Nezha win without a fight, Danyun was also very pleased, "Not bad, but after all, we still can't rely too much on external things, our own cultivation is the foundation."

Li Changan rolled his eyes.

Who says fighting can only be done with fists against fists and flesh against flesh? I can use my magic weapon to hammer you to death, so why should I do it myself?

As long as the result is the same, what difference does the means make?

Li Changan looked up and obviously noticed that many eyes that were looking at the Ninth Peak had disappeared.

"Master Danyun, Nezha won the competition so easily, why don't you show some appreciation? Give the younger generation some encouragement?"

Dan Yun glared, "What do you mean by showing off? I don't even have that many spiritual treasures, do I really need to show off?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I came here today for something important."

Dan Yun's expression settled, and he looked a little unhappy. "The people who went to Matou City are back."

Li Changan's eyes moved slightly.

"Three of the Jianlü Peak disciples who went to the valley outside Matou City died, and their leader, Yang Yi, was seriously injured."

"What?"

Li Changan's expression suddenly changed.