Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Chapter 505 Shame, seven consecutive defeats! (2 more)
Mo Tingfeng's strength has already reached the tenth level of the Pulse Condensation Realm, compared to Yan Wentao's eighth level of the Pulse Condensation Realm, it is a judgment call.

Although Ling Feng did bring back a lot of powerful martial arts, but in just a few days, these disciples had no time to master them. After all, not everyone has the heaven-defying ability of the Eye of Heaven.

The two came to the stage, but with only three moves, Mo Tingfeng kicked Yan Wentao to the ground. With a sway of the sword, the sword qi crisscrossed, and Yan Wentao could only roll all over the ground to avoid Mo Tingfeng's torrential attack.

Ling Feng shook his head, stood up suddenly, and raised his voice: "This time, I will ask Xianzong to admit defeat! Yan Wentao, come down!"

"Oh?"

On the stage, Mo Tingfeng put away his sword and stood up, with a playful look on the corner of his mouth, "Ask Xianzong's trash, do you want to admit defeat?"

Yan Wentao clenched his fists, got up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked back at Ling Feng, gritted his teeth and said: "Master, I know you are doing it for my own good, but I will not admit defeat in this battle! meeting!"

Ling Feng froze for a moment, and then a flash of admiration flashed across his eyes.

Perhaps this Yan Wentao's talent is indeed not very good, but his perseverance is worthy of admiration.

"Okay." Ling Feng nodded, and asking Xianzong to have such a disciple is also asking about the blessing of Xianzong.

"Hahaha……"

Cao Tailai, the suzerain of Liuyun Sword Sect, squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Tingfeng, you should show some kindness to the disciples of Wen Xianzong, don't slap your face, hahahaha..."

"Yes, Sect Master!"

There was a cunning flash in Mo Tingfeng's eyes, Cao Tai said don't slap his face, but actually hinted that he must severely humiliate Wen Xianzong's disciples.

"The game continues!"

Accompanied by Daoist Tianyun's shout, Mo Tingfeng's sword blade swung away again, and streams of sword energy swept across the sky, and Yan Wentao was trampled under his feet just by meeting him.

Mo Tingfeng stepped on Yan Wentao's cheek and grinned, "How is it? Do you admit defeat?"

"Don't admit defeat! Don't admit defeat! I will never admit defeat!"

Yan Wentao clenched his teeth and tried to break Mo Tingfeng's leg, but he couldn't shake him at all.

The gap between the two veins leaves Yan Wentao with no room to parry in Mo Tingfeng's hands.

"hateful……"

Elder Yao tightly clenched his fists, seeing his disciples being so humiliated, he was so angry that he was trembling all over.

"It doesn't matter." Ling Feng was not angry but happy, and said lightly: "Look at Yan Wentao's eyes, don't worry. Within a year, the one who will be trampled underfoot will be Mo Tingfeng!"

boom!
boom!
boom!
Yan Wentao was treated like a sandbag and was kicked around in the arena viciously. Asking Xianzong's side, he was filled with righteous indignation, while Liuyun Jianzong's disciples were very proud.

You ask, wasn't the head of Xianzong very arrogant just now?

When I really got into the ring, I asked the disciples of Xianzong if they were still being tortured by blood!
Yan Wentao was abused for about a quarter of an hour. In the end, it was Mo Tingfeng who felt that there was no need to waste too much energy and energy, so he kicked him off the ring. This time, Liuyun Jianzong won.

Opening the door for the first victory made the arrogance of Liuyun Jianzong's side reach the extreme.

Several disciples hurriedly helped Yan Wentao back. Although this guy was beaten bruised and swollen, he didn't feel much lost. Instead, he smiled at Ling Feng and said, "Master, have you seen it? I didn't admit defeat!"

"Yeah." Ling Feng nodded, and lightly patted Yan Wentao's shoulder. A strong qi flowed into Yan Wentao's body, immediately boosting his spirits.

"Momentary strength doesn't mean anything. Cultivate hard, and it won't take long. You can fight back as the opponent hits you! Warriors can be defeated, but they must never admit defeat!"

Ling Feng couldn't hide his admiration. Talent is one aspect, but character is the ultimate.

I believe that with the high-level martial arts and cultivation methods that I brought back, after a year or so, with Yan Wentao's heart, he will definitely be able to reborn!

"Humph!"

On the arena, Mo Tingfeng looked arrogant, glanced at the Xianzong disciples with disdain, shook his head and said mockingly: "Very vulnerable!"

"Hahaha, Senior Brother Mo is mighty!"

"I think Senior Brother Mo will be able to defeat all the vulnerable guys in Wenxianzong if he makes a move!"

"Hahaha……"

Next, Mo Tingfeng continued to turn the Tianxuan compass, and defeated three disciples of Wenxianzong and a disciple of Qiankunzong in succession, and finally lost to a disciple of Qiankunzong because of lack of physical strength.

At this time, Wen Xianzong had lost four times in a row, without a single victory!
Such sobriety, not only Liuyun Sword Sect, but even the suzerain of Qiankun Sect shook his head.

From the looks of it, Wen Xianzong's disciple Zhan might be wiped out.

On the ring, the disciples rotate.

Whether it is Qiankunzong or Liuyunjianzong, there are occasional victories, but Wenxianzong has lost seven times in a row!
Those disciples at the eighth level of the Pulse Condensation Realm met the disciples at the ninth or tenth level of the Pulse Condensation Realm, and there was basically no suspense about the outcome.

The only disciple of Wen Xianzong had better luck. He met an opponent of the same level as himself. Unfortunately, the opponent's quick sword still defeated him and kicked him out of the ring.

"Ask the disciples of the Immortal Sect, they are really vulnerable!"

On the stage was a disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect, who laughed loudly and said, "Wen Xianzong has lost seven games in a row, I suggest you all quit the competition obediently. Among the top three sects, Wen Xianzong should be expelled!"

"Hahahaha, why ask Xianzong, it is better to call the turtle king Bazong, anyway, you will only get beaten!"

"That's right, it's a shame to lose seven games in a row!"

"Where did the arrogant arrogance just now go? It turns out that they are all worthless!"

All kinds of discussions and swearing voices filled the audience, Wen Xianzong disciples were all trembling with anger, but the record was right in front of them, seven consecutive defeats!

No matter how angry they were, they didn't even have the capital to scold each other.

And the only ones who can keep calm are Ling Feng and Lin Xian'er.

Under the gaze of everyone, the disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect slowly turned the Tianxuan compass, and with the golden light flashing, the final number was confirmed.

Bing ten!

Bing ten is Lin Xian'er's serial number.

"Next, I would like to ask Lin Xian'er from Xianzong to fight on stage!" Daoist Tianyun read out the names on the roster.

"Finally, it's my time?" Lin Xian'er sat behind Ling Feng the entire time, keeping silent.

She saw everything just now, and Wen Xianzong's seven-game losing streak could be nailed to the pillar of shame.

However, the losing streak will stop at her.

"Xian'er, it's up to you." Ling Feng smiled faintly, fully confident in Lin Xian'er.

Let alone a seven-game losing streak, even a nine-game losing streak, Ling Feng absolutely believed that Lin Xian'er was enough to turn things around.

Tianzi disciple, it's not just casual talk!
"Leave it to me." Lin Xian'er turned her head and smiled at Ling Feng.

All along, Ling Feng has been helping her, and now, it's time for him to repay her.

(End of this chapter)