Participating in this Four-Party Meeting can measure your actual current strength, but there is no need to die. If you lose, you lose, and it doesn’t matter. For some monks who pursue ascension, joining the Four-Party Meeting will only make them busier in the future!

As his spirit-summoning formation rose, he absorbed the spiritual energy around him. After his body was filled with spiritual power, he used the Bagua formation again.

Lin Wannian watched Jin Qianchen's method of use. With the other party's current level of cultivation, he had indeed heard of it among the Xingyuan Sect's practitioners, but there were outstanding people in every method of cultivation.

After the opponent used the sword technique, the Bagua formation was broken, and the residual power of the sword energy spread from the arena to the seat.

The referee said: "The competition is over. Chen Qi from the Hehuan Sect wins."

Jin Qianchen knelt down on the ground.

After a while, he caught a glimpse of someone in a light blue dress standing in front of him. He called out, "Senior Sister."

"Do you know why you lost?" Jiang Cangyu asked him.

Jin Qianchen raised his head and saw the young man standing behind her, then looked at her and smiled bitterly: "I know."

Jiang Cangyu stretched out his hand: "Get up."

He looked at the person in front of him and raised his hand to grab him. It felt like the time when the two of them supported each other when they were young, but they also knew very well that the past could not be returned.

Lin Wannian watched on the stage for a while. The next few matches were very messy. Thinking that his group might not get his turn until the evening, he walked out and went to the stage where Tang Ye Nan was.

When he arrived, Su Xingran and Li Shu had already been sitting in their seats for a long time. When they saw Lin Wannian coming, they waved at him.

In his later years, Lin walked up to them and sat in the seat they had reserved for him.

"You're finally here. How's the situation on your stage? Are there any exciting competitions?" Li Shu asked.

They agreed to go to their respective arenas to watch first, and then go to the group of the four that was formed first, which was Tang Ye Nan's.

Lin Wannian took the melon seeds handed over by Su Xingran and said, "Some of the matches were pretty good. In addition to the cultivators from our Xingyuan Sect, there are bound to be outstanding cultivators from other sects."

"Of course, in addition to our Xingyuan Sect, the Zixiao Sect, Xuanjian Sect, Hehuan Sect, and Fo Sect are also very famous in Yuanzhou Continent."

Lin Wannian was eating sunflower seeds and looking at the fighting scene below the stage. He didn't see Tang Yenan: "Is it Tang Yenan's turn in the next group?"

"right."

As this round of competition comes to an end, the next round of monks comes on stage.

Lin Wannian looked at the nine people except Tang Yenan, five Jindan, three foundation-building, and one Yuanying. When he saw a familiar face, he smiled.

Li Shu said directly: "Oh my god, Tang Dongjie is also in there. It's really a narrow road for enemies."

"I hope Tang Yenan can overcome him." Su Xingran's eyes revealed a bit of worry.

During the outer sect competition, Tang Yenan was obviously unable to withstand Tang Dongjie's attack due to his emotions. If he cannot overcome it this time, it will easily become a mental demon in the future.

Tang Dongjie saw Tang Ye Nan and laughed out loud: "Hahaha, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect that you were defeated by me in the last competition. You are a defeated opponent, do you still dare to fight me? I will finish you off first."

He said, striking at him with the sword in hand.

The Red Ghost Sword Spirit clicked his tongue and said, "He is just an arrogant and ignorant kid. His sword is not even one ten-thousandth as good as mine. You go ahead, youngster."

"Okay, senior." Tang Ye Nan came back to his senses from other things and drew his sword to meet the enemy.

Tang Ye Nan pulled out the Chiyou Sword, revealing the sword body, which stunned several people on the ring and some people sitting on the stage.

This sword.

The eyes of several people below the ring darkened, and then they attacked Tang Ye Nan tacitly.

Tang Yenan swung his sword and the sword in Tang Dongjie's hand broke.

Tang Dongjie, who was originally furious, held the hilt of the broken sword in disbelief, and looked at Tang Ye Nan: "How could the sword of my Tang family..."

"How is it impossible? All your Tang family's sword styles are from my mother. What Tang family sword styles? It's ridiculous." Tang Ye Nan said, preparing to give him the final blow.

"Youngster, watch out behind you!" the Chiyou Sword Spirit reminded.

Tang Ye Nan quickly swung his sword behind him to avoid the opponent's attack.

One against three, it's a bit difficult.

Sit on the stage.

Several young monks were watching the people competing below the stage. Their eyes fell on one of the monks, and their faces were gloomy. "The sword style used by that monk... looks very familiar..."

The old man stroked his gray beard and stared at the red sword: "How did this kid pull out the sword?"