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Seeing that there was no movement from Lingqing Peak, everyone was a little confused.

Bai Zhiying even asked: "Lingyun Peak...are you planning to give up the competition?"

A sneer of ridicule suddenly came from Hengyue Peak.

The disciples on the stage were also very arrogant, and they shouted loudly: "No way, this is only the first game, what's wrong with Lingqing Peak? Hahaha..."

But the next second, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Because Wang Zi walked onto the stage.

The boy's tall ponytail swayed with his footsteps, just like the mood of the disciples on the stage, swaying like a roller coaster.

The slender young man in a white robe stood still, stretched out his hand with an indifferent expression, and uttered a syllable:

"please."

The disciple's smile froze on his face, and the surroundings became as quiet as a chicken.

Are you kidding me? I encounter the most powerful boss in the first game? ? !

Seeing that the disciples on the stage had not made any movement, it was Ling Qingfeng's turn to laugh. Among them, Wu Yang's laughter was so loud that it resounded throughout the square.

"Hahahahahaha, I'm dying of laughter! Eh? Weren't you the one who was talking the most happily just now? Just keep talking, no one is covering your mouth."

Wu Yang made faces at the disciple in a very arrogant manner, and Lingqing Peak was instantly filled with laughter.

Below the stage, Yan Mingchuan's anger level gradually soared.

He pushed the person in front of him away, flew onto the stage in full view of everyone, and snatched the lot from the disciple's hand.

"Get off! You've brought shame to Heng Yuefeng." Yan Mingchuan scolded him. The disciple knew when to quit and quickly ran off the stage as if he was escaping.

At this moment, Yan Mingchuan is facing Wang Zi.

The situation had developed into this, leaving Bai Zhiying a little confused.

This is the first round of the sect competition? The first round is a heavyweight match? There is nothing interesting to watch afterwards...

She was in a dilemma, hesitating whether to speak out and announce the start.

"Uncle Bai!"

Seeing Bai Zhiying hesitant, Yan Mingchuan shouted confidently:

"Just announce the start! Let me and Junior Brother Leng have a good fight."

He deliberately bit his "junior brother" very hard, and his provocative attitude was obvious.

Wang Zi had a cold smile on his face and a faint light flashed in his eyes.

"Okay..." Bai Zhiying sighed and announced:

"First match! Yan Mingchuan from Hengyue Peak versus Leng Bushian from Lingyun Peak!"

Bai Qi, who was resting in the distance, was stunned when he heard this.

After she reacted, she quickly took the spirit sword, stood up, and trotted towards the arena.

No... this is only the first game?

In the first game, Yan Mingchuan faced Leng Busian?

Not only Bai Qi, all the other disciples who heard the news ran over and surrounded the arena, just to watch the first round of such a big event.

Seeing that the auditorium was full of people, Yan Mingchuan chuckled and said to Wang Zi in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Junior brother, this situation is not good...why don't you admit defeat as soon as possible?"

Wang Zi raised his eyebrows: "You are quite self-aware. You know you can't beat me, so you beg me to admit defeat?"

Yan Mingchuan frowned immediately: "Humph! You are still stubborn even when you are about to die! Look at the sword!"

He rushed forward, and the spiritual energy emanating from the top-grade earth-level spiritual sword was so powerful that it startled everyone in the audience.

Wang Zi raised the magic sword issued to him and blocked it directly.

Everyone was worried as they watched, fearing that the small spiritual sword would be shattered by Yan Mingchuan's earth-level spiritual sword.

"Junior brother, it's not good to be too confident in yourself." Yan Mingchuan smiled contemptuously.

"It's enough to deal with you."

The young man laughed wantonly and aimed his sword squarely at him.

The moment the two swords came into contact, there was a violent collision of spiritual energies.

Bai Qi's heart tightened and he clenched his fists.

In the huge collision, the sword in Wang Zi's hand unsurprisingly made a crisp breaking sound.

Yan Mingchuan looked at the sword shattered in front of him, his smile becoming more and more outrageous.

Just when he thought Wang Zi would be knocked away, the figure still stood steadily there.

At the intersection of the spiritual power collision, the broken sword body turned into thousands of fine needles, which gathered into a force and steadily received Yan Mingchuan's attack.

"Thank you for the weapons, Senior Brother."

An evil smile spread across the handsome face of the young man, and he exerted force to knock Yan Mingchuan's spiritual sword back.

The rebounding spiritual power made Yan Mingchuan stagger a few steps. After he steadied himself, he quickly raised his head, "You...!"

In the sunlight, the boy was surrounded by countless tiny stars.

It was the shattered sword blade that reflected the sunlight.

The boy twisted his index and middle fingers and muttered something.