Although Gong Yuantai was somewhat surprised by Li Yan's current cultivation level, he could accept it when he thought of the rich and coveted cultivation resources in Xiaozhu Peak.
Now, those who knew Li Yan's past in the Wuliang Sect all thought that Li Yan's cultivation was related to his unique physique. Those who didn't know, of course, wouldn't know that Li Yan had cultivated to the foundation-building stage with mixed spiritual roots.
Wei Chongran sent him a message, and after learning that Li Yan was going to take over as captain, although Gong Yuantai was dissatisfied in his heart, he did not dare to show even the slightest dissatisfaction.
Wei Chongran is such a great person that even if they kill him, the Wuliang Sect won't say a word.
However, Gong Yuantai was also happy in his heart. If Li Yan was defeated by the opponent and he could win, he would have no face to stay here. Then he would have hope of taking over as captain.
However, the one who frightened him the most among the people on the opposite side was the girl in the tight light blue palace dress. Gong Yuantai was not completely sure that he could defeat her.
"Alright, are you going to fight or not? The people have been selected, who will go first?"
Wang Ning was annoyed by the noise of discussion around him, so he spoke again in a cold voice. Suddenly, a frost seemed to cover the field, and the surroundings became quiet in an instant.
Obviously, Gong Yuantai himself would not be the first to go up. At this time, he had to line up behind Li Yan no matter what. At the same time, he glanced at the people beside him.
No matter whether they were disciples of the Wuliang Sect or monks under the Wuliang Sect, they had all fought side by side and shed blood together. They already had a tacit understanding with each other and understood Gong Yuantai's meaning in an instant.
Besides, they didn't want anyone to be the captain. Before they saw Li Yan's ability, they were also dissatisfied.
After Wang Ning finished asking the question, no one rushed forward like they did before, but instead set their eyes on Li Yan who was standing in front of them.
Such a strange scene suddenly appeared in the field. Li Yan thought about it for a moment. With his alertness and carefulness, he quickly understood what both sides meant.
He suddenly chuckled and said, "In that case, let me go first."
Hearing what Li Yan said, Gong Yuantai and the others were pleased. They all smiled, as if they were concerned about Li Yan.
On the opposite side, except Bro, everyone else had a playful look in their eyes. Everyone understood that Li Yan failed to suppress the people here. Even the old members of the Qing 16th Team were watching the show.
At the distant courtyard wall, those who were watching the excitement were not afraid of making trouble. Among them, most of the disciples of the Wangliang Sect knew that there was a person named Li Yan in Xiaozhu Peak, but few had seen him take action.
During the sect competition, Li Yan was only in the Qi Condensation Stage. Looking back now, the fight back then was just like children playing house. He was quite curious about Li Yan's current strength.
Everyone put their eyes on Li Yan. After carefully observing Li Yan's expression, some people's hearts changed. Li Yan looked very calm, so calm that there was no fluctuation in his aura, giving people a feeling that he was unpredictable.
After Bro looked around, he thought for a long time, "I can't fight with him later. His methods now must be more brutal than before!" Bro finally made a decision.
He clearly remembered that Xu Yehua and the monk Yiming, who had cultivated to the "Little Vajra Body", were killed and injured by this man, and he almost died in front of the two.
What he didn't know was that Monk Yiming finally died at the hands of Li Yan in the pavilion of Huoyan Palace, otherwise he would have given up the idea of fighting with Li Yan long ago.
At this time, in the center of the courtyard, the two groups of monks retreated some distance to the rear, leaving Li Yan and Wang Ning with a space of forty to fifty feet.
When Gong Yuantai and the others were retreating, Gong Yuantai did not forget to remind Li Yan.
"Junior Brother Li, be careful, this girl should be quite difficult to deal with, don't be reckless and fight her head-on!"
Li Yan smiled at him but did not answer.
Li Yan's expression made the people around Gong Yuantai somewhat dissatisfied. When someone challenged the authority of the Wuliang Sect, they would unite against the outside world, but the cultivators were no exception in matters of closeness and distance.
As they retreated, some of the Wuliang Sect monks sneered softly, while others whispered ridicule.
"It seems that your concern, Senior Brother Gong, is not appreciated!"
"Of course. No matter how bloody the battles are in the front, we are still members of the team. He is still a fresh-faced soldier, so he came here to be the captain."
"You are right. I haven't seen this junior brother in Fengliang Mountain since the war started. Now..."
Although they cannot be said to have survived a hundred deaths, they have been on the brink of life and death many times. Although they are afraid of Wei Chongran, they feel depressed when they think about the fact that they have fought so hard but still have no convenience like Li Yan who has a good master.
After Li Yan came, he received the most rewards after every battle. In some dangerous missions, it was his team members who were asked to charge into battle while he hid in the back and shouted loudly.
Those who said these words were all monks from the Wuliang Sect who had a good relationship with Gong Yuantai, while those monks who were recruited from the Wuliang Sect looked at each other with different expressions in their eyes.
Some were gloating, some looked expressionless, and some were deep in thought, and so on.
Gong Yuantai narrowed his eyes and did not respond, but just stared at the center of the venue.
"Hehe, it seems that we are not the only ones who think that the position of captain of each team should be held by capable people, even your fellow disciples think so!" Although the cultivators from the Wuliang Sect were whispering just now, with the cultivators' hearing ability, the people near the courtyard wall could hear it clearly, and they knew in their hearts that these words were obviously meant for Li Yan to hear.
Wang Ning, who was about to take action, just chuckled at Li Yan after hearing this and did not respond.
"Oh, that's how it should be. I'm just here for a mission, so it's normal for someone to be unhappy with it. Fellow Daoist Wang, please!"
There was no anger on Li Yan's face, he just bowed to Wang Ning.
Since his master asked him to deal with them quickly, he had no choice but to obey.
From the last time Wei Chongran placed restrictions on King Hu Xiao and the others, Li Yan realized that Wei Chongran was not as gentle as he seemed on the surface. He was still a little depressed because he had concealed everything.
Wang Ning was also decisive. Her expression became serious again. She turned her snow-white wrist and moved her hand forward. Immediately, a rainbow-like streak of light appeared in front of her, stretching from bottom to top.
At the same time, a sword mark extended from between her feet to the ground in front of her, and the sword energy stirred up gravel flying.
The silk thread was swept towards between Li Yan's legs. If it hit Li Yan, he would be split in half from bottom to top in an instant. The graceful girl's attack was extremely ruthless.
"Outer Sword Lineage!"
Li Yan could tell at a glance that Wang Ning's martial arts was of the tough and vigorous type. Li Yan knew the Shui Sect, and it was one of the top-notch sects under the jurisdiction of the Ten-Step Academy.
It is also a sword-cultivating sect. Unlike the Shibuyuan, the main skills of the Shuimen sect are the inner sword. Most of its disciples are cultivators with water spiritual roots. They are good at using softness to overcome hardness, and have strong skills in roaming and fighting.
But the girl in front of him had obviously deviated from the main skills of the Luoshui Sect, and instead took the path of fierce external sword skills. Li Yan didn't know that the Luoshui Sect had such a powerful and vigorous skill, and he was slightly stunned.
Wang Ning did not have a sword box on his shoulder, which could easily confuse others.
Li Yan arrived here in a flash, and he disappeared from the spot. In an instant he was on the left side of the silk thread. He raised his hand and performed a very proficient low-level magic - "Quicksand Technique".
Li Yan did not have any intermediate or advanced immortal arts, but his various basic techniques had reached perfection through years of repeated practice. Even the average Jindan cultivators' understanding of low-level immortal arts might not be as thorough as Li Yan's.
The "Quicksand Technique", which was commonly used to trap people and horses on the ground, was intercepted horizontally from the side of the silk thread when Li Yan used it. A tumbling vortex of yellow sand appeared in the air.
The two sides were very close to each other, and the sword energy and magic collided with each other in an instant. The yellow sand dragon seemed even thicker, and the next moment it entangled the rainbow-like silk in it.
All one could hear was the continuous sound of "ding ding ding..." in the rolling sand. The streaks of light drawn by the long sword kept colliding with large pieces of sand, and when they collided, it was actually a metallic sound.
Li Yan was also startled when his spiritual power came into contact with Wang Ning. The sword energy emitted by Wang Ning was extremely sharp. Even with Li Yan's powerful spiritual power, he had to use 50% of his magic power to block the opponent's sword.
Moreover, Wang Ning certainly did not try his best. According to Li Yan's experience in practicing Guishui Sutra, the magic power he cultivated was about 30% higher than that of his peers.
"No wonder this girl takes the tough path. Her spiritual power is much stronger than that of the cultivators of the same level. It should be that her aptitude and the skills she has learned are particularly compatible. With such innate conditions, the external sword is really suitable for her."
Li Yan was somewhat surprised, and Wang Ning in the distance was even more surprised. The sword that she had just swung seemingly effortlessly actually used up about 70% of her magic power.
She wanted to defeat Li Yan with one strike, leaving 30% of her strength so that she could control the sword energy more easily. So even if Li Yan couldn't take it, she was sure that Li Yan would not be seriously injured.
However, when the spiritual power of both sides came into contact, Wang Ning did not gain any advantage at all, and the other party also looked extremely relaxed.
"He has just been promoted to Fake Dan, but his magic power is so strong. The technique he practices must be some intermediate or even advanced technique, otherwise it would not be so powerful. The four major sects are indeed rich in cultivation resources."
A thought flashed through Wang Ning's mind, and she immediately stopped underestimating him. After her attack missed, she did not move, still standing there gracefully, with her brows slightly furrowed.
The long sword in Huo's hand flashed with blue light, and the aura of the whole person suddenly became fierce. A continuous mountain of swords appeared in front of him, with numerous sword shadows, crisscrossing and moving forward in an irregular manner.
Wang Ning pinched Liao with one hand, and continued to swing forward with the other jade hand. The rays of light seemed endless, and they slashed towards Li Yan in the air.
Li Yan chuckled and stood where he was, neither retreating nor avoiding. With the flick of his ten fingers, large and small yellow sand dragons rolled out, which were thicker and larger than each sword energy and had a wider range.
The yellow gauze twister dragon faced forward and entangled the strands of silk in it, making it unable to escape.
The entire courtyard was shaking continuously under this attack. Even the two groups of people who had already retreated dozens of feet had to retreat again. Some people even began to rise into the air to avoid the sword energy and the strangling power of the yellow sand that was overflowing in the courtyard.
If Li Yan and Wang Ning had not deliberately controlled it, this courtyard would probably have turned into ruins the moment the two of them took action.
There were many people watching the game who had good eyesight.
"This Daoist fellow from Xiaozhu Peak can control his spiritual power freely. He doesn't look like he has just entered the false elixir realm. Moreover, his spiritual power is so abundant that he is not inferior to Daoist fellow Wang." Someone muttered while staring at the scene with a strange look in his eyes.