"Who is this? I've never seen him before."

"He's probably a newcomer from outside."

"He looks very weak... Hmm, but he actually practices swordsmanship. Outside the world of cultivation, few newcomers practice swordsmanship. After all, swordsmanship is difficult."

"He seems to have come with the Young Master of the Mu family..."

"He's so handsome! I love him so much!"

There are many different opinions.

At this moment, when Ning Fengrui saw the silver-haired boy step onto the stage, her eyes lit up and she thought to herself, this is the godlike character from yesterday who looked like he came out of a comic book. She really likes his looks.

Ning Fengrui turned her head to look at the purple-clothed youth beside her and asked excitedly, "Brother, do you think that silver-haired boy can win?"

The purple-robed youth raised his eyes and looked at the two people on the stage. His gaze fell on the ancient sword in Feng Xinglan's hand, and he said, "Yes."

There was another sentence he didn't say.

That is, he felt that the young man in purple was very strong.

When Ning Fengrui heard this, she became even more curious about Feng Xinglan's performance. If her brother said he could win, then he would definitely win!

On the ring.

The other party was looking at the silver-haired boy and sneered in his heart. He really has a good appearance, but even though the appearance is good, the strength may not be good.

"Please teach me." The other party bowed to Feng Xinglan.

Feng Xinglan also returned the greeting.

Soon, the opponent took the initiative and attacked in the direction of Feng Xinglan.

Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, Feng Xinglan drew his sword and swung it towards the opponent. In an instant, the opponent was knocked out of the ring by a gust of sword wind.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the man fell heavily to the ground, almost hurting the onlookers below the ring.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Just one sword!

Everyone was silent for a few seconds, then came to their senses and spoke up.

"Fuck, are the new cultivators so strong nowadays?"

"His sword wind can actually turn into tangible power! Moreover, he looks very young, he definitely has the talent to practice swordsmanship!" The elder of a family in the cultivation world was shocked, then stroked his beard, looked at Feng Xinglan with a smile.

The other old man laughed: "I don't know whose family this child is from? If he's from no family, then there must be many families trying to recruit him, hahaha..."

At this time, on the high seat, there were representatives from the Xuanshu Yun family and the Guwu Ning family. The former was Yun Tiancheng, a middle-aged man in a black brocade robe, and the latter was Ning Yue, an old man in a white robe.

Both of them stared at Feng Xinglan.

Ning Yue narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking that Feng Xinglan was definitely a good talent in ancient martial arts.

Feng Xinglan defeated the defender, so he is now called the new defender.

Feng Xinglan waited for a while, but no one came up to the ring to challenge him.

The referee was stunned when he saw this scene. He immediately said, "If no one challenges Feng Xinglan within a quarter of an hour, it means that Feng Xinglan has successfully defended the title and can advance."

After hearing this, everyone started talking about it.

Some people didn't believe it and went up to the ring to challenge Feng Xinglan.

Feng Xinglan originally wanted to compete with people in the cultivation world. He just realized that he acted too quickly, causing others to be afraid to challenge him. So, he is now doing what Zheng Zheng and the others taught him before... taking it slow.

Feng Xinglan faced the opponent and pretended to be weak.

The other party swung a sword.

Feng Xinglan raised his sword to block the attack, but after thinking of something, he pretended to stumble back a few steps and said, "So strong."

The other party's face suddenly turned pale.

"Are you humiliating me?!"

Feng Xinglan was stunned: "No."

Seeing his innocent look, the other party became even angrier and quickly slashed at Feng Xinglan.

Feng Xinglan easily blocked his sword moves and was very satisfied with the opponent's increasingly ferocious moves.

This is how competition should be!

"You are so strong, I can hardly beat you." Feng Xinglan pretended that his arm was paralyzed by the shock, covered his chest with his other hand, took two or three steps back, and said seriously.

"That's enough!" The other party's face darkened and he shouted angrily.

Who can't see such poor acting?

Where on earth did this weirdo come from? How could he be so mean? It's just a competition, but he provoked and insulted people like this. It's really abominable and hateful!

He couldn't bear it anymore. He made up his mind to stab Feng Xinglan, otherwise he couldn't swallow this anger.

Feng Xinglan fought with his opponent for dozens of rounds.

Feng Xinglan didn't lose a single hair, but the other party was tired like a dog.

Feng Xinglan's eyes were serious: "You are so strong, I can't hold on any longer."

"Fuck you, I don't want to fight anymore!" The other party was so angry that he cursed loudly. As he spoke, he shed tears of pain and ran off the ring in grievance.

Everyone: “…”

Feng Xinglan blinked: "?" What did he do wrong?

Everyone stared at Feng Xinglan with eyes that showed hatred for evil and started to accuse him.

"This is simply too outrageous! This young man's character is so vicious!"

"Bah! He relies on his own strength to mock others like this! He's a complete scum!"

"Someone go and kill him!"

"You go ahead!"

"No, you go ahead!"

"You all don't dare?"

"You can you up, no can no bb."