"You are joking. How could I, Gao Muye, be afraid of you?" The master monk's face was full of anger. He was about to say something, but he heard the white-robed monk in the distance speak.
"Well, now that you have chosen your opponent, just go ahead and attack. No complaints, life or death." The white-robed monk said calmly.
"Disciple, just kill this man." Langhuo was also waving flags and shouting at the side, his words were cold.
"Yes, Master!" Gao Muye shouted, "Then let's fight to the death!"
As he spoke, Gao Muye moved and took a few steps to a flat ground not far away.
This flat ground is paved with all bluestone. Although it is simple, it looks like a fighting arena.
"Since you are so impatient, I will grant your wish." Chen Feng also stepped on the ground and came to the stage in a move.
He stood straight, with his hands behind his back, his eyes full of arrogance and a bohemian look.
Arrogance, pride, and self-confidence can all be seen in Chen Feng.
Chen Feng wanted to establish his authority. He came here and wanted to gain a firm foothold. He had to establish his authority. Because in the fairy world, sometimes, being low-key would become a reason for others to look down on you.
Only by being high-profile can you win the respect of others.
Chen Feng didn't care whether others respected him or not, but he was afraid of trouble. If being high-profile could avoid a lot of trouble, Chen Feng would naturally be happy to do it.
"Boy, I will let you know that choosing me is the biggest mistake you have ever made in your life!" Gao Muye looked at Chen Feng with murderous intent in his eyes.
"Really? Then come on!" Chen Feng sneered disdainfully: "The more you talk, the more I feel you are guilty."
"Hmph, die!" Gao Muye shouted loudly, and a strangely shaped big knife appeared in his hand.
The material of this sword is unknown, but it exudes a different aura. This aura completely surpasses the existence of a quasi-immortal weapon.
“Hehe, you just ascended, you must have never seen a real immortal weapon!” Gao Muye’s eyes were cold, and the corners of his mouth were full of bloodthirsty light: “Try the taste of my Wuchang Sword!”
As he was speaking, there was a flash of light and a startling sword energy came across, causing panic wherever it passed. It was really shocking.
"Well, the immortal weapon is indeed extraordinary!" Chen Feng nodded calmly and said critically: "However, it is still a little short of being able to deal with me!"
A hand stretched out, like a pair of pliers, grabbing heavily towards the knife light.
"Is he crazy?"
"You want to catch the attack of the immortal weapon with your bare hands? What a wishful thinking!"
"Yes, I think he is just like a newborn calf who is not afraid of a tiger. He has never seen the true power of the magic weapon!" Several monks who were familiar with Gao Muye began to sneer at him.
The others, even if they didn't say anything, were puzzled in their hearts. This young man didn't seem to be such a brainless person.
Only Erniu looked at Chen Feng excitedly, his eyes full of trust.
"Senior is going to crush his opponent again!" His heart was filled with joy. Just two days ago, he was crushed by Chen Feng with his strong physical strength.
"Looking for death!" Seeing Chen Feng actually fighting him with his bare hands, Gao Muye suddenly felt humiliated. Does this man really look down on him like this
In that case, I will make you pay for your stupidity!
As Gao Muye thought this, the murderous intent in his eyes became even stronger, and the power in his hands completely burst out, making the power of his sword even stronger.
However, the look in Chen Feng's eyes remained unchanged, and his hand was still calm and composed, as if he was just casually grabbing a flying butterfly.
Finally, the knife flashed and Chen Feng's palm also stopped abruptly.
At this moment, a gaze suddenly burst out with endless brilliance, and it was the white-robed monk from Baiyun Villa who was looking towards Chen Feng's position.
"suck-"
The next moment, the sound of inhaling was heard continuously.
"He caught it! He actually caught it!"
"A magical weapon, it was caught by bare hands!"
Shouts of surprise rang out one after another, and the sound was so loud that ripples appeared on the surface of the Huaxian Pond.
Chen Feng's slender palm was holding the Wuchang Knife, as if it was nothing. The sharp blade could not even cut into the skin of Chen Feng's palm.
"How is it possible? How is it possible?" Gao Muye stared at Chen Feng in a daze, feeling terrified.
"In my eyes, you are trash!" Chen Feng had a faint smile on his face: "I'll give you a word of advice, those who humiliate others will always be humiliated!"
"when-"
With a crisp snapping sound, the immortal weapon Wuchang Sword broke into two pieces. Gao Muye flew out in a panic.
Gao Muye fell on his back, his face full of regret. This Wuchang Sword was given to him by his master Langhuo, but it was broken so easily by Chen Feng.
A nameless fire suddenly burst out from the top of his head. It was not that Gao Muye was reluctant to part with the magic weapon, but he knew that if the magic weapon was destroyed, his status in the eyes of his master would definitely decline greatly.
You know, his master has more than one disciple.
"I will kill you!" Gao Muye was so angry that he stood up suddenly and pounced towards Chen Feng.
"Hmph, you're looking for death!" A fierce light flashed in the corner of Chen Feng's eyes, and he immediately showed no mercy. He waved his hand and shot out a sword energy, which instantly penetrated into Gao Muye's eyebrows.
Gao Muye closed his eyes and died.
"How dare you kill my apprentice!" Suddenly, a powerful aura came over, and Langhuo rushed over in rage.
Chen Feng had a sneer on his face, without any fear at all.
"Hmph, Langhuo, have you forgotten what I said?" At this moment, a white figure stood silently beside Chen Feng. Who else could it be but the white-robed monk from Baiyun Villa
"Brother Bai, do you want to stop me from taking revenge?" Langhuo's face was full of murderous intent as he glared at the monk in white.
"Langhuo, don't forget where you are. Do you think you can break the rules of Baiyun Villa at will?" The white-robed monk's eyes were slightly cold, and a warning flashed across his face: "Do you think you can withstand the wrath of Baiyun Villa?"
"What if I insist on killing him!" Langhuo's eyes became even deeper, as if there were two evil fires constantly jumping in his eyes.
"You can't kill him as long as I'm here!" The white-robed monk said calmly, "At least you can't kill him by this Immortal Transformation Pond!"
Langhuo smiled, and it was a very cold smile.
"Well, I will wait for this kid outside, unless he never comes out again!" After Langhuo said this, he took a step and ran out of the valley.
Chen Feng looked at Langhuo's departing back with a deep gaze, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Okay, there are only a few hours left. Those who need the challenge should speed up, otherwise you will have to wait until a month later!" The white-robed monk ignored Chen Feng, but turned around and spoke to the crowd.
After that, several monks came forward to challenge. However, most of them challenged those at the bottom of the rankings, and occasionally challenged those at the top. But no one challenged Chen Feng.
Time passed minute by minute, and finally, the last few hours passed quietly, and it was time to enter the Immortal Pond!
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