Young man is full of vigor and vitality, and the path to immortality is green.

On the fighting stage, planning for the future.

Mr. Chen looked at this brilliant picture and imprinted it firmly in his memory, wanting to savor it alone after an era had passed.

On the four fighting stages, there were ups and downs, some were happy, some were sad.

Until...

"Fighting stage number one, Zhang Tao versus Chen Sheng."

An outer sect elder announced a new round of competition.

"It's my turn..."

Chen Sheng's mental state has gradually adjusted back to normal. The fatigue from practicing all day and all night has been swept away. He walks around with great vigor. He is ready to face the outer sect competition of the Young Men's Battle.

"Zhang Tao has the same level of cultivation as you. Defeat him."

Luzhu stood there, her voice excited, and waved her hands vigorously, encouraging the seemingly mediocre boy.

"So what if you are a disciple of an outer sect elder? You are no worse than him."

The two retirement deacons expressed their approval. Chen Sheng was valued by the two of them, and was also looked after by the outer sect elder Fu Yunzi. He also had a brotherly relationship with the genius of the Immortal Sect, Chen Ergou.

All these are enough to show that Mr. Chen is a very outstanding person, and is no worse than the disciples of the outer sect elders.

"Another unknown person. If you know what's best for you, get off the stage."

On the No. 1 fighting stage, Zhang Tao defeated Yao Zhitong and was feeling very proud of himself. When he saw Mr. Chen, he felt even more relieved.

He doesn't know this person.

In the outer sect, the people he didn’t know could only be extremely mediocre, and he didn’t take the hostility of such people to heart.

"Are you going to give in?"

Mr. Chen is not a person who can be indulged in arrogance. He responded neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Zhang Tao felt offended and said angrily, "What? Bastard, you want to suffer, I'll grant you that."

The flying sword that defeated Yao Zhitong flew out again, as fast as lightning and sharp, leaving a faint white mark in the void.

The quality of the flying sword was not bad, it was a top-grade product in the Qi Refining Realm. Yao Zhitong, who was also an outer disciple, suffered a disaster.

"How willful, coming right up and competing with magic weapons."

Chen Sheng raised his eyebrows. Without the tortoise shell given by Fu Yunzi, it would be very difficult for him to deal with this flying sword. But now, he didn't need it.

"What can a poor cultivator like you have to fight me?"

As soon as the flying sword came out, Zhang Tao felt that he had won the fight.

There was a hint of sarcasm on his face. There were levels between outer disciples. How could an unknown person dare to stop him?

The next moment.

The tortoise shell became powerful, emitting a bluish-white light that shone on Chen Sheng's body, blocking external evil and preventing external forces from invading.

The flying sword pierced into the bluish-white light, became slow, and finally seemed to have sunk into a frozen lake, unable to move forward.

"Hmm? You are lucky to have obtained such a magical weapon."

Zhang Tao was stunned when the incident happened. He was not a fool, just arrogant. Looking at the tortoise shell offered by Chen Sheng, he determined that it was a magical weapon of extremely high quality.

The power of his flying sword could not work on this young man.

"You won't last long if you rely on the power of magic weapons."

Chen Sheng stood inside the tortoise shell, protected by the blue-white light. He was not afraid of the flying sword. He looked at Zhang Tao with a faint look in his eyes, which contained a hint of admonition.

"You think I'm just a boastful person with no real skills."

This kind of look made Zhang Tao break down. It was more painful than killing him. His face was gloomy and his voice was as sharp as a knife, a little cold.

Mr. Chen retorted again.

How could a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining be qualified to be so arrogant?

There is always someone better than you, and he must teach this young man the right truth.

"Shut up."

Zhang Tao roared, and the spiritual energy on the No. 1 fighting platform became restless. His whole body was glowing, and light white smoke gushed out from his acupoints.

"Dragon Mist Ritual."

This is his trump card, a powerful magic, which is not available in the Sutra Library where one can borrow it with contribution points, but is taught by the elders of the outer sect.

This white smoke lingered around him, and immediately there was a roar of a dragon in all directions, and then there were some mysterious claws that kept surging.

Zhang Tao strode towards Chen Sheng, holding a magic sword, with white smoke surrounding him, evolving into the shape of a white dragon, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Chen Sheng suddenly felt the fierce aura coming towards him. He took out his iron sword, wrapped it in clear and powerful magic power, and fought against Zhao Tao.

In just one or two breaths, the two fought back and forth dozens of times.

"You want to stop me with a broken sword?"

There was a sharp gleam in Zhang Tao's eyes. The white dragon transformed by the Dragon Mist Ritual kept harassing Chen Sheng. Then the magic sword in his hand shone brightly, and its sharpness increased several times.

He wanted to cut off Chen Sheng's iron sword with one sword, so that the enemy's state of mind would be shattered.

There was no way Chen Sheng would let the iron sword in his hand break. This was not only a matter of disadvantage, but also a matter of dignity. It was like two swordsmen fighting each other, and one of them had his sword cut off. He would not be able to bear it psychologically.

"Zhan Xing."

Chen Sheng swung out a sword that he was very familiar with.

It is moderate and peaceful, and also has a sense of vastness and grandeur.

Although the sword intent is still immature, it already has a hint of the intention of cutting stars.

As if it had sensed Zhang Tao's intention to cut off the iron sword, the sword had a spirit, which made the sword intent even more violent, and it fought back with all its might.

clang……

The two swords collided, and the sound of metal was extremely loud. Zhao Tao's magic sword was actually suppressed. The powerful magic power cultivated by the Star-Slashing Intention and the Mutation Health Sutra gave Fan Tie a chance to transform.

"Those who are chosen as disciples by the outer sect elders are not mediocre people."

After one sword strike, Chen Sheng saw Zhang Tao's strength. He was indeed not a peer who relied on the power of magic weapons. At least the Dragon Mist Sacrifice showed its extraordinary power.

"How could it be... How could it be, he is not the focus of the outer sect's elite training."

At this moment, Zhang Tao's heart was in great confusion. He was fighting against an unknown person from the outer sect so hard that it was unclear who would win.

So……

How could he achieve good results in this dazzling outer sect competition?

"If one's character is not good enough, one cannot be of great use."

Mr. Chen knew that the opportunity had come.

The moment Zhang Tao was stunned, he swung his sword down. The iron sword made a buzzing sound in the air, and the powerful and heavy magic power surged, with the star-cutting sword intent going wild.

Danger.

Zhang Tao became alert. He mobilized the magic power in his body, activated the magic sword, and even pushed the Dragon Mist Sacrifice to its extreme to fight the enemy.

But if the timing is wrong, everything will be too late.

With one sword, Chen Sheng tore through the smoke of the Dragon Mist Sacrifice, and stepped over Zhao Tao's sword. He struck the opponent hard with the sword and knocked him off the stage.

(End of this chapter)