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

Below the ring.

Zhao Jingzhou remained standing there, looking completely bewildered.

Hua Yingyue returned to the Xuantian Sect's group, occasionally stealing a glance at him, her cheeks flushed.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Zhao!"

Xiong Chumo leaned closer and teased.

Zhao Jingzhou was on the verge of tears. "Junior sister, please stop teasing your brother."

"Alright, stop explaining."

Luo Fan smiled and stepped forward, patting him on the shoulder, "After the martial arts competition, we'll go to the Xuantian Sect to propose marriage."

"..."

Zhao Jingzhou opened his mouth, but finally sighed resignedly.

but…

He secretly glanced at Hua Yingyue.

This girl seems quite cute?

Hua Yingyue happened to look at him and winked at him.

Zhao Jingzhou was startled and quickly looked away.

Luo Fan chuckled to himself.

However, he knew that, given this senior brother's personality, he would inevitably be the one being manipulated in the future.

"Cao Ge of Xuantian Sect, please enlighten me."

Just then, a commotion came from the arena.

Cao Ge was a burly man, holding a pair of bronze maces, and bowing with clasped hands to the person opposite him.

Chu Xuanqing wore a black robe with gold trim, his face arrogant and his eyes contemptuous.

He didn't return the greeting, but simply raised his chin and said, "Make your move, don't waste my time."

Cao Ge frowned, but said nothing. He then unleashed both maces with the force of splitting mountains, hurtling towards Chu Xuanqing.

"It's nothing to brag about."

Chu Xuanqing remained still, only raising his right hand.

hum!

A golden light emanated from his palm as he actually met the double maces with his bare hands.

clang!

The sound of metal clashing against metal rang out.

Cao Ge felt a tremendous force rebound, his tiger's mouth cracked, and the copper mace almost slipped from his hand.

He was horrified.

This Chu Xuanqing was actually able to withstand his full-force attack with his bare palm!

"Is that all you've got?"

Chu Xuanqing sneered and clenched his right hand.

Click!

Cao Ge's hand was so tightly gripped that his fingerprints were left on the bronze mace!

Even Xie Nantian was astonished by this scene.

Those maces were of high quality, being low-grade Xuan-level spiritual weapons, yet they could leave marks with physical strength.

This clearly demonstrates the terrifying strength of Mu Xuanqing.

"The Zhengyang Sect truly produces a wealth of talented individuals!"

Xie Nantian couldn't help but sigh.

If he were to encounter such an opponent, he wouldn't have much of a chance of winning.

boom!

Cao Ge's double maces were knocked away, and he tried to retreat.

Chu Xuanqing was faster than him and struck him in the chest with a palm.

puff!

Gary Chaw was sent flying backwards, spitting blood.

"It's not over yet."

Chu Xuanqing appeared in mid-air as if by shadow, stepping onto Cao Ge's back.

Click!

The sound of the spine cracking was clearly audible.

"ah--!"

Gary Cao screamed and fell to the edge of the ring, his body convulsing.

Chu Xuanqing landed, picked up Cao Ge, who was convulsing and half-dead, and raised his lips in a smile.

"waste!"

He struck out with his palm, knocking Gary Cao off the stage.

The moment of landing.

Gary Cao appeared to have lost consciousness.

"Senior brother!"

Several Xuantian Sect disciples rushed over, and one of them, after investigating, had a drastic change in expression.

This is because 80% of Cao Ge's meridians were severed, and his dantian was seriously damaged and on the verge of rupture!

"Chu Xuanqing!"

Another disciple glared at Chu Xuanqing, "Why did you use such force during a martial arts sparring session!"

"He's just not good enough; he has no one to blame but himself."

Chu Xuanqing shrugged. "If I hadn't shown mercy, he wouldn't just be crippled, he wouldn't even be alive."

"What? Aren't you going to thank me?"

"you!"

The Xuantian Sect disciples were so angry they trembled all over.

For a cultivator to become a cripple is worse than death!

This is tantamount to cutting off Gary Cao's path!

On the high platform, Master Xuanming looked at Sikong Jue with a gloomy expression.

"Sikong Jue, what exactly is the purpose of your disciples' repeated heavy blows?!"

"Fellow Daoist Xuanming, my disciple did indeed only use three-tenths of his strength."

Sikong Jue slowly took a sip of tea. "If you have to blame someone, blame your disciple for having such a poor foundation."

"you--!"

Master Xuanming was furious, and a chilling aura surged around him.

But in the end, he took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

"Good, very good. Disciple of the Zhengyang Sect, I have taken note."

Sikong Jue waved his hand, signaling to continue.

That's right.

This is the true power and prestige that his Zhengyang Sect should possess!

Next up was Duan Qilin from the Qingyun Sect, who faced off against Xie Liuyun from the Xuantian Sect!

Duan Qilin was lean and unarmed.

Xie Liuyun, dressed in a blue robe and holding a long sword, exuded an elegant and refined air.

"Duan Qilin of the Qingyun Sect, please enlighten me."

"Xuan Tian Sect Xie Liuyun, Brother Duan, please."

next second.

The two of them took action at the same time.

Duan Qilin's fists were fierce and powerful, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.

Xie Liuyun wielded his longsword lightly, its gleaming light deflecting the force of the punch.

The two, one strong and the other gentle, moved in a crisscrossing pattern, exchanging blows.

After thirty moves, the two separated, both breathing heavily.

"Brother Duan, your boxing skills are excellent."

"Brother Xie's swordsmanship is also quite good."

Duan Qilin smiled and charged forward again, throwing out both fists with overwhelming force.

Xie Liuyun then brandished his longsword and thrust it towards the weak point in the fist's attack.

Their fists and swords clashed, unleashing a terrifying shockwave, and both of them were forced to take three steps back.

Duan Qilin took a deep breath, and his fists glowed with a blue light, with the sound of a dragon's roar emanating from the wind emanating from his fists.

Xie Liuyun, wielding his sword, transformed into a streak of light, thrusting straight at the center of the fist's wind.

clang!

The fist and sword clashed once again.

This time, Xie Liuyun dropped his longsword and took five steps back.

When he came to his senses again, Duan Qilin's fist was an inch in front of his forehead.

"Thank you for your concession."

Duan Qilin withdrew his fist and returned the greeting with a clasped fist.

"Duan Qilin of the Qingyun Sect wins!"

After the presiding elder made the announcement, he spoke loudly again.

"Next match: Zeng Fanxing of the Qingyun Sect versus Luo Jiyao of the Xuantian Sect!"

Zeng Fanxing was a tall and imposing man who wielded a heavy black ruler and exuded a powerful aura.

Luo Jiyao wore a moon-white long dress and held a slender sword in her hand; her temperament was as aloof as the moon.

"Zeng Fanxing of the Qingyun Sect, please enlighten me."

"Luo Jiyao of Xuantian Sect, please."

Zeng Fanxing made the first move, his Xuanzhong Ruler accompanied by a muffled whooshing sound, its power immense!

Luo Jiyao lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her moon-white figure floated back half a foot.

The heavy ruler crashed onto the arena, shattering the bluestone and sending dust billowing up.

Before the smoke and dust had even cleared, a cold glint had already appeared!

The sword light in Luo Jiyao's hand did not thrust straight forward, but bypassed the heavy ruler and went straight for Zeng Fanxing's wrist.

fast!

And tricky!

Zeng Fanxing quickly pulled back his arm and parried.

clang!

Its clear and melodious sound is pleasing to the ear.

Luo Jiyao used the momentum to spin around, taking two steps in mid-air, her sword moving with her body.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

In an instant, three sword lights appeared simultaneously, targeting Zeng Fanxing from the upper, middle, and lower directions.

Zeng Fanxing's forehead was covered in sweat as he wielded the Xuanzhong Ruler with impenetrable force, its heavy shadow protecting his entire body.

Ding ding ding!

The crisp chirping sound became increasingly pleasant.

Luo Jiyao avoids direct confrontation, always making contact and then leaving.

The sword moves with the body, and the body moves with the sword.

On the arena, a beam of moonlight surrounded a majestic black figure.

It continuously blooms with clear and pure white sword flowers.

nice!

A beauty that carries a murderous intent, yet is utterly aloof and unparalleled!

It's as if a fairy from the moon palace is scattering moonlight, but every ray of moonlight is a deadly blade.

"What beautiful swordsmanship!"

"This isn't a martial arts contest, it's clearly a sword dance!"

"But its power is by no means weak; Zeng Fanxing was completely suppressed!"

The audience gasped in amazement.

Zeng Fanxing also felt the pressure.

"Break it!"

He unleashed his spiritual power, and the Xuanzhong Ruler was suddenly enveloped in a layer of earthy yellow light.

The force of the blow instantly increased several times, and with a single sweep, it covered most of the arena!

Luo Jiyao's eyes were cold and clear. Facing this violent attack, she did not retreat but advanced!

A sudden surge of cold energy rose within her, and a faint frost condensed on her slender sword.

Just as the heavy ruler was about to strike, her figure blurred for a moment.

It grazed past by a hair's breadth, just a fraction of a second away.

With an incredible angle, the slender sword in his hand pierced straight at the vulnerable ribs exposed by Zeng Fanxing's swing of the ruler!

Caught off guard, Zeng Fanxing felt a sharp pain and icy coldness in his ribs, causing him to pause in his movements.

How could Luo Jiyao miss such an opportunity?

She leaped through the air, headfirst and feet first, her slender sword aimed straight at Zeng Fanxing's Baihui acupoint on the top of his head!

Zeng Fanxing was shocked and hastily raised his ruler to meet him.

To his surprise, the sword strike from above changed again.

The sword tip touched the ruler's surface, but instead of directly impacting it, it used the force to propel itself into the air again.

At the same time, Luo Jiyao struck out with her left palm, and a cold palm wind imprinted on Zeng Fanxing's chest.

boom!

He staggered backward, a patch of white frost forming on his chest, his continuous movements coming to an abrupt halt.

"One last strike!"

Luo Jiyao landed gracefully, becoming one with her sword, and flew out like a stunning moonlight.

That sword light was like a frost rainbow that bloomed for a moment and was about to disappear!

"not good!"

Zeng Fanxing's pupils constricted, and he hurriedly poured all his spiritual power into the heavy ruler, roaring as he charged forward!

boom!!!

The icy sword energy clashed fiercely with the heavy ruler-shaped aura!

The shockwave exploded, sending ice shards flying everywhere.

The stalemate lasted only a moment.

Click!

The slender sword pierced through the foot-long blade and touched Zeng Fanxing's throat half an inch in front of him.

The bone-chilling cold made his hair stand on end, and his movements froze completely.

His Xuanzhong Ruler stopped at Luo Jiyao's shoulder, unable to advance even an inch further.

The outcome is decided!

Luo Jiyao withdrew her wrist, the chill subsided, and her moon-white dress remained spotless.

"Thank you for your concession."

She spoke softly.

Zeng Fanxing's Adam's apple bobbed, and he gave a wry smile while clasping his hands in a fist salute: "Your swordsmanship is profound, I admire it!"

"Xuantian Sect, Luo Jiyao, wins!"

The presiding elder announced loudly.

Luo Jiyao slowly walked off the stage amidst the attention of the crowd, her breathing slightly rapid.

The last sword strike just now also took a considerable toll.

Luo Fan glanced at her, and she looked back at him, raising her lips slightly and nodding in acknowledgment.

That counts as having exchanged greetings.

Only then did they return to the Xuantian Sect's camp.