Murong Fu and Tian Ling'er arrived at Floating Island No. 54.
Huang Rong, dressed in flowing white robes, looked like a fairy.
His opponent was Wen Min, the senior disciple of Xiaozhu Peak.
He was at the twelfth level of Qi Refining, just one step away from the Foundation Establishment stage.
With a Qi Refining Level 12 opponent facing a Qi Refining Level 5 opponent, the advantage is mine, and in theory, it should be an overwhelming victory.
Can.
Wenmin secretly groaned.
"Go, Senior Sister!"
A group of female disciples from Xiaozhu Peak, all beautiful and charming, were cheering for Wenmin.
The elder referee looked sternly at the female disciples and commanded them, "No noise!"
Wenmin was in a terrible predicament. She didn't know what was going on. Facing Huang Rong, she had all sorts of magical powers, but she had nowhere to use them.
Huang Rong drew circles with her hands, continuously using her magic to condense a magic array.
When Wenmin's attack landed on the magic circle, it was as if she had stepped into a quagmire, making it impossible for her to move an inch.
High above, a row of seats is arranged in a tiered manner, which are the seats for the chief and the elders.
Zeng Shuchang, the head of Feng Hui Peak, stroked his long beard and nodded repeatedly: "Headmaster Tian, your disciples are truly outstanding! This woman's understanding of formations far surpasses her cultivation level; she is a genius of formations!"
Shang Zhengliang, the chief of Chaoyang Peak, echoed, "In this Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament, Dazhu Peak's momentum is unstoppable."
"Hehe—" Tian Buyi laughed from ear to ear, his chubby face full of satisfaction. "Please don't flatter me, my Great Bamboo Peak is fine as long as it's not at the bottom."
"snort!"
The pine tree snorted coldly, clearly annoyed.
Dao Xuan was pleased and said with a smile, "In this Seven Sects Martial Arts Tournament, the overall cultivation and strength of our disciples have improved. How magnificent is our Qingyun Sect!"
Master Shuiyue then poured cold water on the situation, saying, "I have heard that the demonic sect has been making some moves recently, so we must be on guard."
Tian Buyi coldly said, "You mere demonic cult member, you're courting death!"
Today, Tian Buyi has risen to prominence, and Dazhufeng is growing stronger day by day.
Dao Xuan said calmly, "I have already made arrangements regarding the demonic cult members, so please do not be impatient."
...
The higher-ups are discussing matters.
The battle between Huang Rong and Wen Min has reached a fever pitch.
Suddenly, Huang Rong unleashed a sword strike, its sword energy unparalleled.
Wen Min dared not be careless. Although Huang Rong's cultivation level was not high, she was extremely strange.
Its sword energy seems to go straight ahead, but it takes unexpected turns and often attacks from unbelievable angles.
Wenmin wielded the sword with her left hand and formed a hand seal with her right, creating a sword and shield.
The next moment, Huang Rong took out a bamboo flute from her waist and began to play it.
The melody is sometimes melodious and sometimes turbulent, changing unpredictably.
Wenmin was immersed in the music. After a slight hesitation, she suddenly felt weak all over. Before she knew it, a quicksand magic circle appeared under her feet, trapping her.
"I lost..."
Wenmin gave a wry smile and admitted defeat.
If it were a life-or-death struggle, she would naturally unleash her full power, risking serious injury to directly attack Huang Rong.
But this is just a martial arts match, not a life-or-death feud, it's really not that serious.
"Senior Sister actually lost, to someone at the fifth level of Qi Refining."
"Don't say that. This person is also very powerful. He can set up formations with his bare hands, and it seems endless. If it were us, we would probably have lost long ago."
"I'd only ever heard of geniuses in alchemy before, I never imagined there were geniuses in formations too!"
The disciples of Xiaozhu Peak were disappointed.
The people of Dazhu Peak, however, were overjoyed.
"Well done, Junior Sister Rong'er! To defeat the strong with the weak, how wonderful!"
"I never knew that Junior Sister Rong'er's array formations were so powerful."
But there was one exception: Song Daren. "Wen Min actually lost."
Song Daren has a crush on Wen Min. Ever since he was defeated by Wen Min in the previous Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament, he has been unable to forget her.
Unexpectedly, Wen Min was defeated by Huang Rong, who was at the fifth level of Qi Refining.
I have this strange feeling that the goddess has lost her halo.
Song Daren composed himself and looked at Zhang Xiaofan, who was staggering as he flew over on his sword: "Junior Brother Xiaofan, you've arrived."
"Junior Brother Xiao Fan, it's alright to lose. You're only at the fourth level of Qi Refining. Adjust your mindset, and next time..."
Song Daren hadn't finished speaking when
Then Zhang Xiaofan said, "No, I won."
"What? You won?"
Not only was Song Daren surprised, but everyone else around him stared at Zhang Xiaofan in astonishment.
Under everyone's gaze, Zhang Xiaofan's delicate face flushed slightly, and he whispered, "Shouldn't I have won?"
"..."
Everyone remained silent.
You're only at the fourth level of Qi Refining, do you think you should win?
Du Bishu leaned closer, winking and saying:
"Junior Brother Xiao Fan, you're really lucky. I didn't expect there to be other Qi Refining Level 4 contestants besides you."
Unlike my senior brother, my opponent was at the ninth level of Qi Refining, a level higher than me. It took us a long and arduous battle to barely win.
Zhang Xiaofan scratched his head and said, "Uh... my opponent is at the eighth level of Qi Refining."
"Really?" Du Bishu exclaimed in surprise, "How could someone so weak at the eighth level of Qi Refining lose to you!"
The others had similar expressions, filled with disbelief.
On the outskirts of the crowd, the Feng Hui Peak disciple who lost to Zhang Xiaofan twitched his lips violently: "Are you being polite?"
Zhang Xiaofan said dejectedly, "But didn't Senior Sister Huang Rong also defeat her opponent?"
"You dare to compare yourself to Junior Sister Rong'er?" Du Bishu laughed and patted Zhang Xiaofan on the shoulder.
Zhang Xiaofan frowned slightly and subtly moved away.
Murong Fu spoke, his tone leaving no room for doubt: "Sixth Senior Brother, don't underestimate Junior Brother Xiao Fan. Junior Brother Xiao Fan is also very hardworking."
Zhang Xiaofan felt a warmth in his heart. Senior Brother Murong treated him the best, just like family.
The other senior students would only laugh at him.
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