Because he was closer to Feng Fan, Ling Qiancao could no longer dodge. Ling Qiancao bit her left index finger in panic, and several drops of blood popped out. The icicles in front of him were full of blood, soared into the sky, transformed into countless ice swords, and roared towards the flying ice cones.
"Beep beep**" The ice cone and the ice sword collided and became entangled, and the ice sword suddenly collapsed. Ling Qiancao retreated in panic, and at the same time opened the True Essence Barrier, and pointed at the cyan light barrier continuously, hoping to withstand the powerful attack.
The three remaining ice picks carried the fierce wind and flew towards Ling Qicao who was retreating in panic. Astonishing power and aura came like a storm, and Ling Qiancao's True Essence Barrier shook endlessly.
This time Feng Fan used all his strength. Ling Qiancao was only at the ninth level of Qi Gathering Stage and could not withstand an attack that was equivalent to Feng Fan's strength as an initial level monk in the early stage of foundation building.
One of the three ice picks was melted away by Ling Qiancao's true essence shield, and the other two hit Ling Qiancao's left shoulder through the true essence shield, and two blood arrows spurted out. Ling Qiancao groaned and retreated quickly, falling to the bottom of the stone platform.
The Feitian Sect disciples who were watching the battle were silent for a moment, and then burst into cheers. Because Feng Fan's victory in this battle was too sudden, the first two attacks were calmly resolved by Ling Qiancao. Unexpectedly, the third attack turned out to be so powerful, which surprised many Feitian Sect monks.
Ling Qiancao sealed the blood vessels in his left shoulder, stopped the bleeding, and left angrily.
Ling Wanhai showed a regretful look at first, but soon regained his composure because he saw that although the number of the last ice cone technique used by Feng Fan was much smaller than the previous two, it was extremely powerful, and Ling Qiancao naturally could not resist it. live.
"In the first round of competition, Feitian faction Feng Fan defeated Ling family Ling Qiancao." Lin Jingnan's voice came from the audience. Lin Jingnan was responsible for announcing the results of this competition.
Feng Fan slowly got off the stone platform, and everyone from the Feitian Sect came up to greet him. Ling Wanhai and all the other Ling family monks stood up and left.
"Okay, you won the first battle. You are worthy of being an elite disciple of my Feitian Sect and you have lived up to our expectations of you." Master Huanyue finally showed a smile on his face and praised Feng Fan.
"It's all because of the master's teachings that the disciples have achieved today." Feng Fan said with some duplicity. After saying this, Feng Fan himself felt blushing. He obviously practices external techniques, and he has very few opportunities to meet Master Huanyue, so there is no question of teaching at all. But in this situation, he had to say some superficial words. After all, the Feitian Sect is someone else's territory, and he will continue to practice here in the future.
"Feng Fan, you may not know that Ling Qiancao is the only son of Ling Wanhai, the patriarch of the Ling family. He has learned Ling Wanhai's true heritage. He will inherit Ling Wanhai's mantle in the future. The Yinsha demonic skills practiced by Ling Qiancao are extremely weird. The one who attacked you just now The black energy is the evil evil energy. The evil evil energy is so vicious that it can't hurt you at all. Today's battle not only defeated the strongest monk among the younger generation of the Ling family, but also bruised the cultivator. The spirit of the Demon Family." Master Taiqing said happily.
"Grandmaster, thank you!" Feng Fan said humbly.
"It seems that after Ling Qiancao's defeat, the old monster Ling Wanhai was a little worried. It's no wonder that the old monster was depressed. Not only did Ling Qiancao's movement skills be extremely fast, but his skills were also weird. At the same time, he also took two nine-in-one pills. Return to the elixir. In this situation, he still ended up defeated. That old monster will be damned if he can accept this result calmly." Hearing the somewhat ridiculing words of Master Xu, everyone in the Feitian Sect laughed.
"Feng Fan, please go back and have a good rest first. You must recharge your batteries. Tomorrow's battle will be even more difficult. I hope you can bring us surprises." Master Huanyue said solemnly.
"Grandmaster, I will take my leave first." Feng Fan then left.
The next day, Feng Fan first took a nine-turn return elixir after waking up in the morning, and then came to the competition venue. Feng Fan looked around and saw many monks gathered around him. Many monks gathered here early because they were extremely concerned about the upcoming competition.
When Feng Fan arrived at the location of the Feitian Sect, he learned that Hua Nanting had been defeated by Long Yuyang of the Leisha Sect in the first round of the competition the day before, becoming the first monk of the Feitian Sect to be eliminated.
Not only that, at the beginning of the competition between Hua Nanting and Long Yuyang, Long Yuyang said extremely unpleasant and provocative words. During the competition, Hua Nanting was seriously injured.
The Feitian Sect monks who watched the competition all thought that Long Yuyang was ruthless and ruthless. Even after Master Huanyue shouted to admit defeat, Long Yuyang was ready to kill Hua Nan Ting. Fortunately, Master Huanyue broke through the restrictions around the stone platform and came to the rescue in time to save Hua Nanting's life.
??Master Huanyue reprimanded Long Yuyang after the competition. Long Yuyang even argued that he was too absorbed in the competition and did not hear Master Huanyue shouting to admit defeat. This deception made all the Feitian sect monks filled with indignation. .
When Master Huanyue questioned Master Lianchen, the leader of Leisha Sect, Master Lianchen disagreed and even said that casualties in the competition were a common thing, so that Master Huanyue should not pay too much attention, which made everyone in the Feitian Sect even more worried. The crowd was excited.
When Feng Fan heard this, his expression remained calm, but he knew the reasons very well in his heart: First, there have been constant disputes between good and evil since ancient times, and a lot of hatred has accumulated; second, a few years ago, the monks of the Feitian Sect killed two architects of the Leisha Sect. The foundation monks must be ashamed of the Leisha Sect. Therefore, in this competition, the Leisha Cult was prepared to save face. Not only did they speak rudely during the competition, but they also acted viciously.
After drawing lots, Feng Fan was placed in the first group of the second round. Yesterday's competition was divided into four groups. Feng Fan returned to his residence to rest after the first group's competition.
Because each group of competitions must be completed after all four competitions have ended, some competitions are extremely time-consuming because the opponents are evenly matched, so the last group of competitions only ends in the afternoon. Feng Fan rested for a relatively long time, so he felt full of real energy.
When Master Taiqing finished reading out the lineup, Feng Fan and his opponent came to the stone platform. Standing opposite Feng Fan was a young man with a face as beautiful as jade and clear eyes. Wearing a white gown and holding a folding fan in his right hand, he exuded a chic and elegant temperament in his movements.