Spiritual Lord of the Heavens: My spiritual disciples are all over the world

Zhang Xiaofan naturally knew the meaning of Peng Chang's words. His eyes slowly swept across the curious faces of disciples from all peaks in the audience. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing an indifferent smile: "Since Senior Brother Peng is so interested, then You’re welcome, junior brother, I hope you’ll be more careful.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xiaofan's right palm was already aimed at Peng Chang. In the palm of his hand, powerful thunder and lightning energy continued to condense and make a sizzling sound.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Xiaofan was heard shouting: "Yang Five Thunder Technique, Palm Thunder!" His voice was like thunder, echoing in the air for a long time.

Then, huge thunder and lightning energy instantly filled the entire arena, like a silver snake dancing wildly, and like a giant dragon soaring into the sky. Thunder and lightning intertwined, converging into an extremely powerful thunder and lightning dragon, with its teeth and claws showing, and its momentum was magnificent.

Zhang Xiaofan's figure swayed and turned into a dazzling arc of electricity, blending into it and flying as fast as lightning.

Seeing this situation, Peng Chang did not panic at all. He had also witnessed Han Fei controlling the thunder method with his own eyes, and he had already expected that Zhang Xiaofan also mastered the thunder method. Peng Chang was calm and composed, with a glint of confidence flashing in his eyes. He tapped his feet lightly on the ground and floated backwards like a ghost.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand was swung rapidly, the shadow of the sword flickering, weaving into an airtight sword net, tightly protecting his whole body. The cyan light flowed like water, wrapping his body tightly.

The shield flashed with strange runes, stubbornly resisting the violent power of thunder and lightning. At the same time, he focused all his magic power on the long sword without any reservation, and the sword made a low buzzing sound in his hand, as if he was eager to compete with the thunder and lightning.

Beside Peng Chang, sword energy gathered like a whirlwind to form a giant dragon. The giant dragon stood upright, its scales shone with an icy cold light, and its eyes revealed inviolable majesty and domineering power. He united his body and sword and shouted loudly: "Junior Brother Zhang, how about one move determines the outcome?"

Before Peng Chang could finish his words, the sword energy dragon rushed towards Zhang Xiaofan's thunder and lightning like an arrow from the string. Thunder and lightning collided fiercely with the sword energy in mid-air, making a deafening noise.

The energy generated by the collision was centered on the ring and swept wildly around, setting off a violent energy storm.

Everyone under the ring was attracted by this thrilling scene. They looked at the two people on the stage with curiosity, knowing that after this move, it would be the critical moment for the two to decide the winner.

As time passed, Zhang Xiaofan suddenly burst out with more powerful thunder and lightning power, which seemed to tear the whole world apart. The violent thunder and lightning was like a raging wave. The thunder and lightning split into three and turned into three giant dragons, circling and rushing towards Peng Chang.

The three thunder and lightning dragons echoed each other and fought together. Sometimes they are entangled together, sometimes separated from each other, and sometimes they spit out dazzling lightning, which is dazzling. Peng Chang felt unprecedented pressure, and his face became more solemn.

Swords and thunder intertwined into colorful lights in the air. Every impact caused a violent wave of energy. The entire arena was shrouded in a bright light, which was dazzling.

At this moment, Peng Chang was shocked when he saw an even more violent thunder and lightning attack. He never expected that Zhang Xiaofan would still have some energy left.

When he came to his senses and tried to turn around to block, it was already too late. The three thunder and lightning forces were like three wild dragons, quickly intertwined into a powerful strangulation force, and defeated Peng Chang's sword energy dragon in one fell swoop.

Zhang Xiaofan took advantage of the situation and stepped forward, and the Myriad Transformation Divine Weapon instantly transformed into a chain. Under Zhang Xiaofan's control, the chains wound around him quickly like a spiritual snake, binding Peng Chang tightly in an instant. This move is the "God Binding" that Zhang Xiaofan learned from Tian Linger, and it is very effective when used to trap enemies.

Peng Chang's body was restrained, and he wanted to do something but was unable to do anything. He could only watch helplessly as Zhang Xiaofan punched him in the chest. The punch was so powerful that it knocked him away. During this fierce battle, smoke and dust filled the arena, as if they were witnessing this thrilling showdown.

Peng Chang's body lost control in mid-air and fell rapidly toward the ring like a falling leaf. Zhang Xiaofan quickly flashed beside Peng Chang like a phantom. Instead of picking up Peng Chang, he aimed his palm at Peng Chang. The power of thunder and lightning began to gather in his palm, obviously preparing to give Peng Chang a fatal blow.

Peng Chang knew very well that if this was not an arena competition, the thunder in Zhang Xiaofan's palm would have hit him mercilessly.

"I give up!" Peng Chang, who was in mid-air, felt helpless, but still shouted out in time to give up.

As Peng Chang's voice of admitting defeat resounded throughout the ring, the audience suddenly erupted in awe, and everyone was deeply shocked by this thrilling fight.

After hearing Peng Chang admit defeat, Zhang Xiaofan put away the chains that bound Peng Chang without hesitation. Peng Chang deftly turned back in the air and landed firmly. At this point, he relaxed a little. It would be too damaging to his image if he was trapped by chains and fell to the ground.

As Peng Chang surrendered, the game gradually came to an end. At this time, the referee came to his senses as if awakening from a dream, and immediately announced that Zhang Xiaofan had successfully advanced to the next round.

"Xiao Fan, well done!" The Dazhu Peak disciples in the audience shouted excitedly.

They all hurried over after the game was over and were extremely happy for Zhang Xiaofan when they saw him win again.

In the stands, Tian Buyi jumped up with excitement. This is undoubtedly the best result that Dazhufeng has achieved in the competition in the past years!

"Why are you so happy there! You didn't teach Zhang Xiaofan. He can achieve what he has today because of the good teachings of fellow Taoist Han. How are you like some people who think very highly of themselves but can't even teach their disciples well?" ." Shuiyue Jian Tian Buyi looked excited and couldn't help but mocked.

"Don't care who taught him, Zhang Xiaofan is still my disciple, he still has to call me master." Tian Buyi looked proud, not paying attention to Shui Yue's sarcasm.

Seeing Tian Buyi being so shameless, Shuiyue could only snort and stop talking to Tian Buyi.

Han Fei looked at the two of them and wisely did not interrupt. He knew in his heart that although Tian Buyi was excited at the moment, he actually felt uncomfortable inside.

Tian Buyi is very strong by nature, and the better Zhang Xiaofan's achievements are, the more he proves his incompetence. With Tian Buyi's temper, he might not be able to teach his disciples in the future.

Daoxuan glanced at them, shook his head helplessly, and ignored the dispute between the two. The purpose of Qimai Martial Arts is to inspire disciples. The performance of the disciples of each peak is related to their respective reputations. Those with poor grades will naturally feel that their faces are dull.

In previous years, the disciples of Dazhu Peak were always at the bottom, but this year they suddenly made a counterattack. It was natural for Shuiyue and the others to feel unhappy.

After Zhang Xiaofan's game, the quarterfinals game will follow.

With the addition of Han Fei as a variable, there were some changes in the outcome of the game.

While they were talking, the eight winners in the audience began to draw lots. Those who entered the top eight this time were Qi Hao, Zhang Xiaofan, Lu Xueqi, Zeng Shushu, Song Daren, Chang Jian and two other disciples whom Han Fei didn't know.

The cultivation level of each disciple who can advance to the top eight cannot be underestimated. Naturally, their matches no longer need to be held in eight arenas at the same time.

After the draw was over, Daoxuan looked at the sky and saw the sunset, then announced the results of today's game.

The remaining battle of the top eight can only be left to continue tomorrow. After Daoxuan announced the result, all the Qingyun disciples dispersed one after another. The leaders of each peak also greeted each other and walked towards their residences.

Han Fei was about to leave, but Dao Xuan stopped him: "Fellow Taoist Han, stay here. I have important matters to discuss with you."

When Han Fei heard this, he looked at Daoxuan with some doubts. He is not from the Qingyun Sect, so why should he discuss anything with an outsider? Although he was puzzled, Han Fei did not ask questions on the spot.

Han Fei thought for a while and then said: "In that case, Master, please come with me and stay for a while."

"That's fine, then I'll help you, fellow Taoist." Daoxuan said with a smile.

Han Fei made an invitation gesture, Dao Xuan nodded, and the two walked towards Youran Residence together.

After the two left, Cangsong looked at Han Fei's back with a complicated expression, not knowing whether it was hatred or fear in his heart. At this time, Cangsong's cultivation level has been greatly reduced, and his internal injuries are even more serious. It will be difficult to recover in less than a year.

Qi Hao, who stepped forward to help Cangsong, saw this and sighed helplessly. Now he just hopes that Cangsong will stop causing trouble, especially not to provoke Han Fei again. Only through personal contact did Qi Hao know how terrifying this Elder Han was.

"Master, shall we go back to Longshou Peak?" Qi Hao asked softly while supporting Cangsong with one hand.