Among the bustling crowd of disciples outside the Lei Pond, no one noticed that another delicate figure squeezed to the front without leaving a trace.
Seeing Fan Zisang standing next to the thunder pool, with an extraordinary aura in his body and a faint transformation in his temperament, Su Li showed a faint smile on his face.
"Long time no see, my senior brother seems to be doing well."
Her eyebrows were curved, and her gaze inadvertently glanced at the void behind the two opposing parties. She opened her lips lightly and said, "Are there any traces of the Holy Sect's spies yet?"
Yan Ziye's voice came quickly, "Lei Yuan Sect's Holy Sect spies are extremely hidden and have not contacted other Holy Sect spies. It is extremely difficult to find out in a short time..."
Su Li looked at Fan Zisang, his lips slightly hooked, "That's all, just forget it if you can't find him. I have other methods. Just wait and retreat, don't disturb Lei Yuanzong."
"yes… "
The auras of Yan Ziye and others faded away, and Su Li started to watch the childish fight in the field with great interest.
Chichi chichi! !
The hook-nosed young man's eyes were cold, his hands danced, the flying sword was divided into sixty-four parts, and penetrated into the thunder pool. For a moment, the lightning flashed, and a violent aura enveloped the stone platform.
"Junior Brother Hope, look at my Sixty-Four Lightning Sword!"
He shouted coldly, and the seal in his hand changed again, and the sixty-four flying swords suddenly seemed to come alive, each stabbing Wang Wangzhi's vital points on the opposite side.
In the battle between orthodoxy, it is impossible to hold back. The hook-nosed young man will make his ultimate move!
when! when! when! …
Wang Hope's expression changed again and again, and the flying sword in his hand continued to rotate, dancing into a round shield. It hit the round shield with huge force, causing his figure to keep retreating, and soon he retreated to the edge, teetering on the edge.
"Lin Siqing, you are going too far!"
He shouted loudly, and with his free hand, another strange magic weapon was sacrificed and submerged in the thunder pool.
boom!
A thunder snake swam out of the thunder pond and bit Lin Siqing with its bloody mouth!
Lin Siqing laughed out loud when he saw this, and went to fight madly, "Just in time! It just happened to prove my secret body refining technique!"
Under the stone platform, Fan Zisang's face was tense and there was worry in his eyes, "Senior sister, I hope that senior brother's condition is not good..."
The heroic woman standing in front of Fan Zisang had sharp eyes. She stared at the fierce battle on the field. She sighed softly and her voice reached Fan Zisang's ears. Thinking that Lin Siqing has been hiding his clumsiness and is not the fourth true player at all, even I don’t dare to take the trump card he has exposed now, and we lose.”
Fan Zisang's emotions flowed inexplicably.
After breaking away from Wang Yu's control, he joined the Lei Yuan Sect and quickly rose to prominence with the help of Li Yin's gang leader, but was defeated by the deputy sect leader Chiying Zhenren.
This time he was lucky. Although his master was cold-tempered, he was very affectionate and took good care of his disciples. His senior sisters and brothers also treated him very well.
"Senior sister..."
Fan Zisang hesitated to speak. He wanted to say that he also had a lot of hidden strength. Although he was a little worse than that one, he wasn't too far behind.
But does that work
Now that he has lost one game, neither he nor his senior sister can win the remaining two games. Fan Zisang looked at the profile of his senior sister. Although he did not show any disappointment, he could feel the strong unwillingness.
"You don't have to worry, even if Master loses. The most we can do is to be kicked out of the sect."
The heroic woman transmitted the message, turned around and smiled slightly, "There are countless areas in the Qingshui Realm, and I don't believe there is no place for us."
"Um!"
Fan Zisang nodded fiercely and responded,
But my heart is bitter.
He knew that the senior sister was just comforting him.
Without the protection of the sect, how could Lei Yuanzong let them leave the Nine Provinces alive? When the time comes... there will be a bloody battle!
He suddenly raised his head and looked at the indifferent white-haired man opposite him. Sensing Fan Zisang's gaze, the white-haired man turned his head and smiled.
A vague pressure came over, Fan Zisang's complexion changed slightly, he snorted coldly, and easily dissipated the man's shock with a wave of his hand.
The white-haired man was slightly startled, then shook his head and smiled, and returned his gaze to the stone platform.
The heroic woman who wanted to protect her junior brother suddenly looked surprised when she saw this scene, "Junior brother, you?"
Fan Zisang smiled and said, regardless of Jade Pai's objection, "Senior sister, how about leaving the number one true inheritance to junior brother?"
The heroic woman was stunned for a moment. Looking at the junior brother who had only been in the sect for a few years, but was already very familiar to him, she felt strange for a moment.
"Senior sister, please believe me for once! If I can defeat him, all difficulties will be easily solved."
Fan Zisang made a decision in his heart, no longer hesitated, and persuaded again.
The heroic woman's heart beat slightly faster, her beautiful eyes widened, "Are you... really sure?"
She had just seen that her junior brother's hand was extremely inconsistent with the strength he showed.
"I can't guarantee it."
Fan Zisang smiled bitterly, but the heroic woman smiled and patted his shoulder, "I am not his opponent. Since you want to give it a try, go over there! With Master behind me, we don't have to worry about our safety. This time you Don’t put too much pressure on me, just go and prove your cultivation, you know?”
Listening to the senior sister's instructions, Fan Zisang felt warm in his heart. He nodded slightly, but he became more determined to use that move.
"Bastard! Do you have the same eyesight as me, your master? If you use that trick in front of others, it will definitely cause countless troubles, and no one can save you!"
Fan Zisang took a deep breath, calmed down, and responded consciously:
"Mr. Li, if I can't seize the Lei Yuan Sect's orthodoxy, I will face endless pursuit. I don't know whether I can survive. Is there any difference between using it and not using it?"
Jade Card was speechless for a moment, and after a long time he let out a sigh, but there was no response.
"puff!"
Thunder Snake was struck on the head by countless flying swords and scattered.
Wang Youran's face suddenly turned pale, blood spurted from his mouth, and he flew down the stone platform. The heroic woman quickly stepped forward to catch the fallen junior brother, and said sternly: "We admit defeat!"
After saying these words, Lin Siqing, who was about to rush down to finish, stopped, turned around and left the stage unwillingly.
The mission given to him by his senior brother was to kill him completely. Unexpectedly, Wang Hope had ordinary strength, but his life-saving ability was quite good, allowing him to escape with his life.
"In the first round, the Dividing Light Pulse wins."
The Great Elder told the result without expression, and looked at Fan Zisang with a trace of pity in his eyes.
But it's just a trace.
Every time the sect leader changes, there is always a need for bloody purges. He has lived for more than three thousand years, and such scenes have become commonplace and cannot cause him any fluctuations.
"Today, the Epee Meridian is destined to be removed from the list."
He was thinking in his mind, looked at the side of the splitting light vein, and said loudly: "The second round..."
The white-haired man waved his hand, and the short young man standing next to him suddenly stepped down and flew down to the stone platform. He stared at Fan Zisang and said fiercely: "Spectral Light Vein, the fifth true legend, Ding Fan, please enlighten me!"
Before he finished speaking, he saw the heroic woman next to Fan Zisang suddenly jump onto the stage, holding a heavy sword in front of her. The silver light shone with murderous intent, and her eyes were scorching.
"I'll fight you!"
Ding Fan was stunned.
What is this? !
Wu Lin Zhenzhuan is second, and can hit him ten times with one hand!
Wow!
Seeing Wu Lin forming seals with her hands and the heavy flying sword making a roaring sound, Ding Fan was so excited that he could no longer care about his face and shouted: "I surrender! I surrender!"
"Ha ha ha ha… "
There was a burst of laughter among the onlookers. Although it was a rational move for Ding Fan to admit defeat, how could he not make people laugh when he saw the usually aloof true disciples in such a mess.
Ding Fan returned to the white-haired man, his face had already turned the color of pig liver. He was a genius of the sect, how had he ever suffered such humiliation
"Well, since Chongjianmai didn't forget to humiliate us before he died, I don't have to hold back."
The white-haired man stood up, and the plain voice reached his ears. Ding Fan was immediately refreshed. He put aside his distracting thoughts, his eyes showed admiration, and looked at the figure slowly walking towards the stone platform.
"coming!"
Fan Zisang took a deep breath and was about to step forward when a sigh suddenly came from his ears.
"Don't be brave. As a teacher, I don't want to lose any of my disciples."
The tip of Fan Zisang's nose felt sour, but her heart completely calmed down. She walked onto the stone platform and stared at the smiling white-haired man.
"I will be your opponent!"
Um
Su Li looked at the white-haired man in Taichung and suddenly let out a sigh.
"This person has the aura of the Five Elements Divine Thunder, but it is specious and has a hint of falsehood."
"That is the False God Thunder. If I see it correctly, it is the White Thunder among the False God Thunder. This person can obtain the White Thunder mark and has good thunder skills."
Black Lotus's voice came at the right time, "Lei Yuanzong can give birth to the White Thunder Mark, which may allow your earth-moving divine thunder to further evolve. This trip is worthwhile."
Su Li nodded lightly. The earth-moving divine thunder in her body also gave birth to a trace of the golden-moving divine thunder after she repeatedly violated the thunder tribulation. It was just because the thunder energy was insufficient that it was still a little hot.
While she was thinking, the fight had already started in the arena, causing many disciples to exclaim.
"Fan Zisang, the Sixth True Successor, was able to perform dozens of moves at the hands of Senior Brother without showing signs of failure at all!"
"With this strength, even the second true successor is no more than this, right?"
"No wonder the heavy sword lineage had a temporary replacement before. It turns out that Fan Zisang is their lineage's trump card!"
"However, Senior Brother is the proud son of Heaven who has obtained the Mark of Zu Lei! Even if Fan Zisang performs extraordinary, I am afraid he is still no match for Senior Brother!"
…
Uh-huh!
Fan Zisang's body movement was strange, and he teleported away like a different body. Suddenly, a thunder hole suddenly appeared in the place where he was originally. Countless white thunder and lightning spread along the cracks in the stone, and the gravel splashed.
If the stones beside the thunder pool had not been tempered by lightning all year round, they would have been completely destroyed long ago.
Fan Zisang controlled the heavy sword in front of him, panting violently, trying his best to relax half of his paralyzed body.
"Compared to ordinary thunder and lightning, Zu Lei's paralysis is too powerful, and my Xuan Lei Sword can't stop it at all."
"Give up, you are no match for me."
Amidst the white thunder, the white-haired man walked forward like a son of god bathed in thunder, "You have only been in the sect for just one year, and your cultivation has made rapid progress. You have reached the Nascent Soul stage. You are a good seedling. It is better to abandon the darkness and turn to the light. I analyze the light veins."
Fan Zisang's eyes sharpened, "You're dreaming!"
The white-haired man's smile faded, but his voice remained calm, "In this case, I can't keep you."