A god-level alchemist, starting by manually crafting forbidden pills.

Luo Fan took out a pill!

It was stuffed into Ji Kun's mouth.

Until his breathing stabilized.

Only then was he handed over to Midozhi for care.

On the arena, Red Gull was watching him.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

"What? You want to avenge him?"

Chi Ou crossed her arms and smiled slightly. "If you have the ability, you can give it a try."

Luo Fan's gaze was so cold it sent chills down one's spine.

They turned around and walked back to the Taohua Temple group.

"Tch! Coward!"

Red Gull curled his lip and stepped off the arena.

"Brother Red Gull is mighty!"

"The Zhengyang Sect is invincible!"

"..."

The people from Qingyun and Xuantian Sect remained silent.

Their gazes toward Peach Blossom Temple held both sympathy and admiration.

Xiong Chumo's eyes were red, and she clenched her fists.

Lu Qingdai bit her lip, her eyes glistening with tears.

Xie Nantian, Chu Wuyai, and the others all had ashen faces.

On the high platform.

Neither Yunxi nor Liu Linglong spoke, but their expressions were frighteningly cold.

"First match, Zheng Yang Sect's Red Gull wins!"

The elder announced the results.

"The second match: Yang Shiqi of the Qingyun Sect versus Pu Tailai of the Zhengyang Sect!"

The martial arts competition continues.

The Zhengyang Sect members easily won the match, achieving two consecutive victories, and their arrogance grew even stronger.

Luo Fan stared silently at the arena, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

On the high platform, Sikong Jue remained expressionless.

Then, the voice of the Zhengyang Sect elder resounded throughout the entire venue.

"Next group!"

"Luo Fan of Peach Blossom Temple versus Zhang Yuan of Azure Cloud Sect!"

"Here he comes! That kid at the first level of Qi Refining is coming up!"

"His opponent is Zhang Yuan from the Qingyun Sect, at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment. Isn't this a sure win?"

"That's not necessarily true. What if someone gets lucky and also burns their life essence?"

A burst of laughter erupted from the audience.

Luo Fan glanced at those people and lazily stepped onto the arena.

"Peach Blossom Temple, Luo Fan."

He clasped his hands in a fist salute.

On the opposite side, Zhang Yuan of the Qingyun Sect looked solemn.

Ji Kun's performance made him realize that the people of Peach Blossom Temple should not be underestimated.

"Zhang Yuan of the Qingyun Sect, please enlighten me!"

Zhang Yuan dared not be careless and immediately summoned his flying sword, its light like a rainbow, aimed straight at Luo Fan.

Wow! That's fast!

Luo Fan stared in surprise and slipped, narrowly avoiding the rapidly approaching sword.

"what?"

Zhang Yuan was taken aback, and then activated his flying sword again.

The sword light split into three sword shadows, blocking all of Luo Fan's escape routes.

Luo Fan was flustered and rolled around awkwardly on the arena.

clang!

One of the sword shadows grazed his scalp, severing a few strands of hair.

"That was close!"

Luo Fan patted his chest, his face full of lingering fear.

"Pfft—"

Some people in the audience laughed.

"That kid's all luck!"

"You managed to dodge that?"

Zhang Yuan frowned. This junior brother, who seemed to be only at the first level of Qi Refining, was indeed not that simple.

His sword strikes couldn't be dodged by luck alone, yet Luo Fan displayed his luck flawlessly.

Meanwhile, Sikong Jue, Qingyang Zhenren, Xuanming Shangren, as well as Lin Hao and Qin Wushuang, were all closely watching Luo Fan on the stage.

They all wanted to get a general idea of ​​Luo Fan's strength from his performance, but things didn't go as planned.

Compared to them, Yunxi and Liu Linglong seemed much more at ease.

One of them subtly curled her red lips.

With another slender fingertip, she pinched a spiritual fruit and placed it into her bright red mouth.

She exudes a captivating charm.

Zhang Yuan held nothing back, unleashing the full power of his flying sword, unleashing a rain of swords that enveloped the entire arena.

Luo Fan stumbled and staggered through the rain of swords.

puff!

A flash of sword light grazed his arm, piercing through his robes, if one looked closely.

He wasn't injured at all, as if he had calculated the exact details down to the millimeter.

"hiss-!"

Luo Fan gasped, wincing in pain.

Bai Jie, who was watching from below the stage, couldn't help but twitch her eye and find it amusing.

The two women, Xiong Chumo and Lu Qingdai, were in the same situation.

One of them pursed her lips, and the other put her hand to her forehead, looking somewhat unable to bear the sight.

That's so disrespectful to the opponent.

Fortunately, the people of Qingyun Sect were unaware of his true strength, so they didn't think too much about it.

However, with his Qi Refining Level 1 cultivation, he was able to dodge even the opponent's ultimate move.

Is this reasonable?

Not insulting is itself a great insult.

This is not about defeating the opponent, but about killing them and destroying their spirit.

Midozhi's eyes sparkled, and she thought to herself, "I love bad boys the most."

Although Zhang Yuan's defeat was inevitable, it was unfortunate that he would lose in this manner.

Others will just think he was unlucky, which is better than being knocked out in one move.

"Aaaaah! This is outrageous!! A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!! How dare you push your luck like this!!!"

As expected, Zhang Yuandao was devastated!

He gripped his longsword tightly and charged toward Luo Fan at incredible speed, leaving afterimages!

In his panic, Luo Fan stumbled.

He accidentally kicked a protruding rock on the edge of the ring.

Whoosh!

The stone flew up and landed squarely on Zhang Yuan's knee.

"Well!"

Zhang Yuan felt the pain and swayed.

It was in that instant of vulnerability that Luo Fan scrambled and crawled right in front of him.

boom!

Caught off guard, Zhang Yuan was punched in the chest, sent flying backward, and crashed off the stage.

The entire room fell silent.

Several breaths passed before everyone realized what was happening.

"Luo Fan of Peach Blossom Temple wins!"

wow——

A deafening murmur of discussion erupted from the audience.

"This works?!"

"You win by kicking a rock and hitting someone?"

"This is incredible luck!"

Did Zhang Yuan go easy on them?

On the Qingyun Sect's side, Zhang Yuan was helped up, his face flushed, both angry and annoyed.

But he also knew that his defeat was not unjust; it could only be said that his strength was far inferior to Luo Fan's.

On the high platform, Master Qingyang smiled and said, "This kid is interesting."

"Senior Brother Zhang, you flatter me."

Luo Fan clasped his hands in a fist and gave him a friendly, simple smile.

Zhang Yuan returned the greeting with a cupped hand, and said with a wry smile, "Junior Brother Luo is destined to be chosen by fate."

He did not expose Luo Fan's true strength.

On the one hand, it's not obvious; on the other hand, he has already lost, so there's no point in saying more.

To lose in this way already gave him enough dignity.

It's still better than those arrogant people from the Zhengyang Sect.

"Group A, No. 2, Bai Jie of Peach Blossom Temple, versus Chen Hao of Zhengyang Sect!"

Once again, the voice of Elder Huiwu, who was presiding over the meeting, rang out in the arena.

"They're here!"

Everyone in the audience was instantly invigorated.

Ji Kun's bloody battle drew more attention to Peach Blossom Temple.

After Luo Fan's comical moment, it's the turn of the people from Peach Blossom Temple to take the stage.

This time, they'll have to take a good look.

On the arena, Bai Jie stood dressed in white, holding the Ice Soul Sword, her aura as pure and cold as snow.

opposite.

Chen Hao of the Zhengyang Sect had an arrogant expression.

"Heh, a female disciple? She's quite pretty."

Chen Hao licked his lips. "My beauty, admit defeat. If I hurt you later, it will break my heart."

Clang!

His response was a chilling atmosphere.

Ice crystals filled the air, enveloping the entire arena.

"How ungrateful!"

Chen Hao sneered and threw a punch, the wind from which was scorching hot, trying to melt the ice crystals.

However, he underestimated Bai Jie's strength.

The sword's momentum not only pierced through his fist, but also continued unabated.

And then it transformed into an ice prison around him, trapping him inside.

"What?!"

Chen Hao was shocked and attacked the ice prison frantically, but the ice prison was extremely sturdy and did not budge.

"break!"

Bai Jie strikes again.

Click!

The ice prison shattered, and Chen Hao was thrown out, crashing heavily to the ground below the arena, spitting out blood.

"Practice makes perfect!"

Bai Jie sheathed her sword and left the arena without looking back.

The entire room fell silent.

one move!

Chen Hao was defeated in just one move!

"This...this strength!!"

"Peak Foundation Establishment! Absolutely peak Foundation Establishment!"

"Peach Blossom Temple actually has such a genius!"

The audience erupted in uproar.

Sikong Jue's face darkened, and he cursed under his breath as a piece of trash.

but…

Why do this female disciple's eyes bear a resemblance to the Venerable One's?

If he hadn't been unable to discern the demonic aura emanating from her, he would have truly suspected that this was the Venerable One's true identity.

After the elder of the Zhengyang Sect announced Bai Jie's victory, it was Xiong Chumo's turn next.

Her opponent was Li Mu of the Qingyun Sect, and the two were evenly matched in terms of cultivation level.

They are all at the eighth level of the Foundation Establishment stage.

Xiong Chumo slammed the Thunderfire Hammer into the ground, causing the arena to tremble.

Li Mu, standing opposite him, held a long spear.

"Please, young lady!"

Li Mu truly embodied the demeanor of a humble gentleman.

Xiong Chumo didn't stand on ceremony.

The hammer, crackling with lightning and flames, crashed down on Li Mu with immense force.

Instead of retreating, Li Mu advanced, thrusting his spear straight forward.

clang!

Hammers and spears clashed.

A tremendous force struck, splitting Li Mu's tiger's mouth and nearly causing him to drop his spear.

He was horrified.

The hammer technique used by this woman is a forging art, so she should be a disciple of the Weapon Peak.

Wait! There's sword intent too?!

"Again!"

Xiong Chumo fought with increasing ferocity, wielding his Thunder and Fire Hammer with ferocious power.

Li Mu could only barely hold his own and was forced to retreat step by step.

boom!

On the 108th strike, Li Mu finally couldn't hold on any longer and was sent flying off the stage.

"You've already collapsed before I even put in the effort?"

Xiong Chumo carried the sledgehammer, looking somewhat unsatisfied.

Li Mu could only smile wryly; if that hammer had hit him, he would have been shattered.

Who says the disciples of Weapon Peak are not good at fighting?

Bullshit!