He transformed himself into a wisp of gentle breeze and flashed out from the alley.
From the jade slip, we learned that the competition will hold an audition in three days.
At this moment, Feng Qingyang was alone, walking in Guiyuan City, planning to find Feng, Lei, Yu, and Dian first. After all, he and they were fellow disciples.
Guiyuan City is a city that embraces everything. It has everything you need. Now he happened to come across a place for cultivation.
This is a place for cultivation and meditation specially for foreign monks. The cultivation places in the city are different from ordinary sacred mountains and rivers. There are powerful people who have captured tiny dragon veins from countless miles away and forcibly suppressed them here.
Of course, there is no free training. If you want to enter this training place, you must pay different spirit stones according to your level.
He originally had fifty mid-grade spirit stones, and after deducting the spirit stones he paid for the competition, he now has about thirty left.
Since he was going to participate in the competition, he must make sure that he was at his best at all times, and he also planned to find a quiet place to practice well.
After hesitating for a while and about to enter the place of cultivation, he encountered a scene that made him furious.
With a grim face, he pushed the crowd aside and walked over, only to see that Feng, Lei, Yu and Dian were surrounded by a group of unfriendly people, with bursts of obscene words coming from them from time to time.
"Big Brother..."
Feng Qingyang shouted at them, and the crowd immediately turned their heads towards the source of the sound. He also took this opportunity to rush to Feng Lei Yu Dian's side.
"Qingyang, why are you here?"
Guifeng's tone sounded urgent, but there was also a hint of surprise in it.
"What's going on?"
"I don't know. It's just that a group of indignant people surrounded us and asked us to hand you over!"
"oh?"
His face turned cold again and he turned to look around. As expected, he saw monks from all directions surrounding them, with hatred in their eyes.
"Are you Feng Qingyang?"
At this time, a tall man walked out from the crowd. He was very powerful and radiant as he walked. One could tell at a glance that he was extraordinary.
"So what?"
Seeing that the person coming had ill intentions, Feng Qingyang stepped out. The two men stood face to face less than three feet apart, their eyes flashing sparks in the air.
"Very good, you have guts."
After the tall man finished speaking, a thin sword suddenly appeared in his hand. At the same time, a flame rose from his body, and an aura unique to the initial stage of foundation building suddenly blew towards him.
Most of the people around were in the late Qi Refining stage or at the peak of the late Qi Refining stage. Some of the weaker ones could not withstand this aura and retreated one after another.
As the crowd dispersed, a large area suddenly became empty in the field.
"He is Feng Wuhen, the genius disciple of Taixuan Sect!"
"Feng Wuhen? Is he the one who swept three sword cultivators of the same level with one sword?"
Listening to the envy and exclamations coming from all around, the tall man named Feng Wuhen clearly showed an expression of enjoyment and looked very arrogant.
Seeing this, Feng Qingyang couldn't help sneering.
If I remember correctly, it seemed that people from Taixuan Sect took action during the siege of Ghost King Sect.
"You evil creature, I remember you deeply!" Feng Wuhenti pointed his sword at Feng Qingyang from a distance.
The long sword shook, and a huge sword energy slashed towards Feng Qingyang with force. The terrifying thing was that the sword energy was accompanied by the fire on his body.
"The sword laughs at the three-foot waves!"
Feng Wuhen just let out a loud shout and then flew into the air. He was very clear about some of Feng Qingyang's methods, and he knew that as a wandering corpse, he would be even more terrifying.
It was just that he was originally a talented disciple of Taixuan Sect. Whenever he heard others talking about Feng Qingyang, he always felt more or less uncomfortable. When he saw him today, impulse overcame reason, and he immediately drew his sword and stood up.
"The sword laughs at the waves? I think you are just laughing at the waves... as wildly as you want!"
Feng Qingyang sneered. The sword energy seemed fierce and majestic, but it was flashy and impractical. He secretly wondered how such a person could break through and enter the foundation-building stage.
boom!
Feng Qingyang narrowly avoided it, and the sword energy directly split a house behind him into ruins.
whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Several sounds of breaking through the air were heard, and two or three people flew out from the collapsed house, screaming in fear.
However, when he saw Feng Qingyang and Feng Wuhen in the crowd, he immediately shut his mouth and disappeared into a corner.
"You can actually dodge it? Interesting!"
Feng Wuhen in the air let out a sinister laugh, and then the long sword flew out of his hand and turned into a giant sword. It turned twice in the air, formed a sword flower, and slashed diagonally towards Feng Qingyang.
The giant sword slashed down, but Feng Qingyang did not dodge or evade.
"He must be frightened!"
"Qingyang, get out of the way!"
At this moment, a shocking scene happened. Everyone couldn't even believe their eyes. They saw that the giant sword that turned into three meters long was actually grabbed by Feng Qingyang.
The tail of the sword was still vibrating due to the powerful force of counteraction.
“Crack!”
Feng Qingyang grasped the giant sword with both hands and immediately broke the unknown magic weapon into two pieces.
Now he has reached the initial stage of wandering corpse, and his body's strength is no less than 100,000 pounds. He does not take such low-level magic weapons seriously at all.
Although he was like this, the onlookers had never seen anyone who could resist a magical weapon with his bare hands, and they could not help but look at him in horror.
"Give me back my magic weapon!"
Feng Wuhen in the air had a pale face. This thin sword was a magic sword weapon that was nurtured by his own life essence and blood. Who would have thought that it would be broken by Feng Qing's brute force? One can imagine how angry he is now.
"Return your magic weapon?"
Feng Qingyang laughed again, and a layer of black mist appeared on his body. He soared into the sky with a loud bang, and slapped Feng Wuhen hard with his big palm.
Looking at the big slap coming towards him, Feng Wuhen shuddered. He was even stronger than Feng Qingyang. If he was hit by this slap, his head would probably burst.
So he fled without thinking.
He is fast! Feng Qingyang is faster than him!
"Break it for me!"
Feng Qingyang arrived in an instant, clamped Feng Wuhen's arm with his big hand, and swung it downward fiercely.
“Boom!”
Feng Wuhen screamed and fell to the ground, and his left arm also fell off, as Feng Qingyang broke it with one move!
"I'll let you take the spotlight...!"
Feeling that the beating was not enough, Feng Qingyang flew down, grabbed his neck with one hand and started slapping the ground randomly.
As he danced, Feng Wuhen began to scream, but he stopped screaming soon.
"I'll let you be arrogant!"
He kept slamming Feng Wuhen to the ground, flesh and blood splattering everywhere.
The scene looked very horrifying, even Feng Qingyang had a lot of blood on his body.
The crowd seemed to be stunned, just staring blankly at Feng Wuhen, a master in the early stage of foundation building, being beaten so violently.
Finally, Feng Qingyang threw him into the house that he had smashed with his sword.
Then he turned around and looked at the people around him, but at this moment, an eyeball rolled over!
"He... he is not a human..."
A scream was heard from the crowd, and they immediately dispersed.