A few disciples followed Shen Qianjun in betting on Qin Feng, but the number and amount involved were not large.
Yin Tiantian and Xiao Fan also made a small bet, betting 50,000 on Qin Feng to win.
Leng Yuexi also placed a bet.
Everyone had placed their bets, and Xu Yusong happily closed the trading session.
Seeing so many people pressuring him, Luo Yongcheng looked somewhat smug.
Qin Feng saw that the Grand Pavilion Master's expression was very strange, and felt somewhat sorry for Old Man Shen.
"Let's begin," Xu Yusong urged.
"Young friend, be careful, I'm about to make my move," Luo Yongcheng warned.
Qin Feng nodded to indicate that it was okay, but he stood still without moving.
Luo Yongcheng ignored him. He had already given him a heads-up, and how the other party dealt with it was their business. He carried the heavy hopes of so many Lingyan Pavilion disciples on his shoulders.
The longsword was drawn, its imposing presence causing intense fluctuations of spiritual energy to ripple around it.
The aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator is indeed incomparable to that of a Golden Core cultivator.
Luo Yongcheng dared not underestimate Qin Feng, "Sword Rain".
Countless sword energies rained down from the sky, so dense that Qin Feng below had nowhere to hide.
His movements didn't stop, "Steel Dragon."
A giant dragon, tens of meters long, formed from sword energy, rushed towards Qin Feng from the ground.
The onlookers only saw Qin Feng being surrounded by Luo Yongcheng's attacks.
"The Fifth Elder is indeed formidable. His understanding of swordsmanship is unparalleled, and his mastery of sword energy is simply divine."
Shen Qianjun nodded. Although he didn't think highly of Luo Yongcheng, he still acknowledged his talent in swordsmanship.
Faced with the overwhelming offensive, Qin Feng smiled slightly.
He uttered a single word.
"Disperse."
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