The world of self-cultivation has been ruined by me

A group of people came to the main peak square in a mighty way, and the place was already filled with crowds.

Lei Shitian and the blue knives were all there, on the floating clouds arranged in four directions, each occupying a camp.

Only people from other sects gathered by avoiding the area near them.

Second-rank sects all occupy relatively large areas, demonstrating their prestige.

Other sects don't have this kind of special treatment, whether it's the top third-rank sect, or the low-rank cultivator family, or the solitary cultivator, all of them are crowded together, which looks extremely crowded.

There is no way, although the main peak square is already big enough after expansion, but there are too many people here, including almost all the forces in southern Xinjiang, so there must be not enough space.

The long line even extended beyond the square, and the gentle slope was full of people.

Even so, there was no confusion at all, with all the top sects present, no one dared to act recklessly.

There is a naturally formed high platform around the square, and the north and west are respectively occupied by Ye Wuji and Qu Linglong.

In the center is a platform similar to a ring, surrounded by faint lights, Hua Feng knows that this is the will of Qian Lingzong.

All the battles are in the arena, and under the witness of Qian Lingzong's will, they are plundering luck.

The Sifang high platform is also a masterpiece of Qianlingzong's will, representing the orthodoxy of Qianlingzong, and only formal disciples from various peaks are eligible to go up.

The high platform representing the main peak did not appear, which was obviously caused by the fall of the main peak. From this point, it can be seen that the will of Qian Lingzong does exist.

Leading his disciples up to the southern high platform belonging to Li Yuanfeng, Hua Feng sat down on the highest point with a gentle smile on his face, and then looked towards the empty high platform in the east.

"Will no one dare to come to Muhua Peak?"

As soon as Huafeng said it, he regretted it, and subconsciously turned his head to look at Qu Linglong on the western high platform.

Sure enough, Qu Linglong was staring at him coldly, and a cold voice came: "Whether they come or not has nothing to do with you?"

Huafeng was merciless, and his smile faltered, but he was not easy to attack. After all, almost all the sects in southern Xinjiang were there, so he had to maintain his image.

At this time, many people looked at him, with strong interest on their faces, obviously very happy to watch the top Tianjiao's jokes.

Hua Feng was keenly aware of the teasing in those eyes, and his heart was filled with anger, but he still had a smile on his face, and he was about to speak.

At this time, there was a sound of breaking through the air, and then a group of figures landed on the high platform in the east, attracting everyone's attention.

The deterrence brought by the bamboo flute in one of them far exceeded Huafeng's influence. Everyone looked at the ordinary bamboo flute with curiosity and fear on their faces.

That night, Su Li came back with a high profile, and the huge movement shocked the entire Qian Lingzong. Everyone saw the scene of the bamboo flute showing its power.

Huafeng took this opportunity to swallow the words that were about to come out of his mouth, and together with everyone, looked at Mu Huafeng's arrival.

Reverend Biyue sat high holding a bamboo flute, accompanied by Reverend Lihuo, and below was a group of disciples participating in the luck competition.

Huafeng saw a few familiar figures in it, and the smile on his face froze.

Bai Ling and Rou Qingshui accompanied Su Li from one side to the other, and their eyes were always on him, clearly deeply rooted in love.

What's even more hateful is that Su Li's face was indifferent, and he didn't even look at the person next to him from the beginning to the end.

Su Le, who turned into an old servant, stood behind Hua Feng, and looked at Mu Huafeng's camp as well.

Seeing Mu Huafeng and the others approaching, he knew that the old servant had been taken down, so he relaxed completely, and put his eyes on the green figure who had been looking left and right.

She seemed to be looking for a certain figure, but she didn't see it, and there was a gloomy look in her big beautiful eyes.

Perhaps sensing that someone was looking at her, turning her head to look, Su Le immediately closed her eyes to avoid her gaze.

"What's the matter, Yun'er?" Master Biyue found that Biyue had been staring closely at one direction, following her gaze, it was Huafeng's camp, so he couldn't help being surprised.

"I feel like someone was staring at me just now." Biyun said, his eyes still fixed there.

She felt familiarity from that gaze, and always felt that Su Le was in it, so she was unwilling to give up and tried hard to find his figure.

Although he must have changed his appearance, no matter how clever the disguise technique was, he couldn't change his eyes, and this couldn't trouble her who was very familiar with Su Le.

"Many people are watching us." Master Biyue didn't care, and turned to look at Su Li: "Su Li, do it boldly, everything is up to me."

Su Li nodded slightly, his body flickered, came to the ring, looked up at Hua Feng: "Hua Feng, come down and fight!"

Whoa!
There was an uproar at the scene, and no one expected that Su Li would challenge Huafeng immediately, without even warming up, it would be a trump card duel.

"This guy's head is broken after he's resurrected? Taking Foundation Establishment as a challenge to a Jindan master, isn't that courting death?" Lei Shitian and other people who were familiar with Su Li couldn't believe it.

Hua Feng also didn't expect Su Li to challenge him when he came up, so he couldn't help being stunned: "You want to challenge me?"

Seeing that Su Li just looked at him indifferently, without any intention of speaking, Hua Feng frowned and said: "This is a battle of luck, life or death is irrelevant."

Although he really wanted to take this opportunity to kill Su Li, but he cherished his feathers very much and didn't want to get the reputation of being a bully.

Su Li nodded calmly: "It doesn't matter whether you live or die."

Seeing him like this, Hua Feng couldn't help but want to laugh out loud. He was worried that he would not have a chance to kill him, but he didn't expect him to come to his door in person!

Hua Feng knew that Su Li must have obtained a great fortune when he came back from the resurrection, but his cultivation level, although a little vague, must not have reached the golden core.

The gap between Foundation Establishment and Golden Elixir cannot be bridged by anything, not to mention that I am not an ordinary Golden Elixir.

"Perhaps he got the Heaven-Defying Era, and his cultivation has soared, so he is a little inflated."

Thinking of this, Hua Feng felt that it was very possible that many people were unable to control their self-confidence due to their soaring cultivation base.

Without time to think about it, Hua Feng walked down the high platform and came to the opposite side of Su Li, with his hands behind his back, and said with a light smile, "I won't bully you either, so how about it, I'll let you do three tricks."

Su Li nodded slightly, then grasped the fairy sword behind his back, and drew the sword out of its sheath.

A fierce aura erupted instantly, and incomparably pure sword power poured into the fairy sword, and the fairy sword burst out with eyes-closed light.

"Human sword!"

Hua Feng felt the intensity of the attack, and shook his head slightly. This move looked gorgeous, but it was just a superficial move, and its power had not yet reached the peak strength of Foundation Establishment.

Faintly watching the gorgeous sword light attacking, he only started to use his spiritual power when he got close.

At this time, he suddenly felt that his perception of the surroundings was a little blurred, as if he had been deprived of it.

"There are ways."

Huafeng was a little surprised, but he didn't care too much. In the face of absolute strength, no matter how gorgeous the skills are, they are futile.