After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

Lightning fast!

At the same time, the big man also moved, attacking from the side with a whistling sound of his fist!

The man and the beast worked in perfect harmony, sealing off all of Lin Fengmian's escape routes!

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect below the stage were on tenterhooks.

Honglian clenched her sleeves tightly, her beautiful eyes filled with worry.

however--

Lin Fengmian simply stood still, without moving.

Until the giant wolf's claws were about to touch his face—

He moved.

Just one punch.

A simple punch.

"Bang--!"

The giant wolf's massive body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily off the stage and creating a shallow crater!

He let out a wail and could no longer get up.

The entire room fell silent.

The burly man's fist froze in mid-air, his entire body stiffening.

He stared wide-eyed at Lin Fengmian in disbelief.

"How...how is this possible..."

Lin Fengmian withdrew his fist and looked at him calmly:

"Should we continue?"

The big man opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

He glanced at the dying spirit beasts below the stage, then at the nonchalant young man before him, and his legs went weak—

"I give up!"

Lin Fengmian nodded, stood with his hands behind his back, and glanced at the dumbfounded cultivators below the stage.

"Next."

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

The audience erupted in uproar!

"One punch! Just one punch sent a second-tier spirit beast flying?!"

"Just what kind of monster is Lin Fengmian?!"

"A body cultivator! He's a body cultivator! And at least at the second level!"

Those who were just mocking him now shut their mouths, their faces grim.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect erupted in a deafening cheer!

"Senior Brother Lin is awesome!"

"Senior Brother Lin is awesome!"

Honglian looked at the figure in green robes on the stage, a strange light flashing in her beautiful eyes.

That little devil...

They really are hard to figure out.

"That's a peak second-tier Lightning Leopard! Even a Foundation Establishment cultivator at the Great Perfection wouldn't dare say they could take it down with a single punch, would they?!"

"Isn't he a good-for-nothing who climbed to the top by relying on women? How could he be this strong?!"

"Something's wrong! This is definitely not right! He must be hiding his true strength!"

The discussions were lively, but this time, no one dared to mock them.

The male cultivators looked at the figure in blue robes on the stage with eyes full of awe and fear.

The female cultivators, on the other hand, went even more insane.

"Junior Brother Lin! I want to have your babies!"

"So cool! So amazing!"

"Waaaaah, that's a real man!"

……

On the high platform.

The two elders of the Hehuan Sect were shocked by what they saw.

Their usual impression of Lin Fengmian was nothing more than that of a vessel who rose to power through the help of the Holy Maiden, with a frivolous personality and a lack of ambition.

I never expected... this kid's combat strength is so formidable!

He defeated a peak second-tier spirit beast and a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator with a single punch, without even using any spiritual weapons or spells!

This physical strength is at least at the second-tier body cultivator level!

Even higher!

The two elders exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with disbelief.

This disciple, who is usually quite unreliable, has actually hidden himself so well!

……

The participating disciples below the stage also showed expressions of shock.

In that battle just now, Lin Fengmian didn't even use any magical artifacts or spells. He relied solely on his physical strength to send the two opponents flying with a single punch!

This physical strength is simply outrageous!

"It seems that body cultivation is his trump card..."

Jian Tianyi of the Heavenly Sword Sect narrowed his eyes, a hint of solemnity flashing in them.

"This Lin Fengmian is actually more troublesome than I imagined."

Xiong Zhenyue of Beast Taming Mountain also had a gloomy expression, secretly making plans in his heart.

The monk Guangzhi of Jingang Temple put his hands together, chanted a Buddhist mantra, but a hint of apprehension flashed in his eyes.

But what they didn't know was—

This body cultivation technique was the thing Lin Fengmian was least willing to offer.

Even more impressive than that are his swordsmanship, his talismans, and his Gu worms...

……

After a short break, the next challenger took the stage.

This time, it was a female disciple with exceptional beauty.

She wore a light blue long dress, the hem of which swayed gently with her steps, outlining her exquisite figure.

Her waist was slender and delicate, and her jet-black hair cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall.

Her features were exquisite, her eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, and her skin was as white as snow.

Standing there, she was like a clear spring, crystal clear yet possessing an indescribable gentleness.

She was also holding a light blue flute in her hand, its body crystal clear and faintly glowing with spiritual light.

Her gentle and graceful demeanor instantly wins people's hearts.

"Luo Linglong, a disciple of Huanyin Valley."

She stepped onto the arena, first giving Lin Fengmian a slight bow, her posture elegant and her manners impeccable.

"Senior Brother Lin, I have a question for you."

The sound is crisp and melodious, like pearls falling on a jade plate, making people feel as if they are bathed in a spring breeze.

Lin Fengmian nodded slightly.

Such a gentle, polite, and flute-playing woman is truly rare.

It's impossible not to feel a sense of goodwill towards them.

"Please, fairy."

Luo Linglong bowed slightly again and said softly, "Senior Brother Lin, please forgive me."

After saying that, she gently brought the flute to her lips.

next moment--

The sound of a flute began.

The flute music was plaintive and poignant, as if telling a deeply unforgettable story.

It felt like a spring breeze caressing one's face, making one's heart flutter.

The sound of the flute resounded throughout the dueling arena, as delicate and penetrating as silk threads.

Lin Fengmian felt that the sound of the flute, as soon as it entered his ears, transformed into countless fine needles that pierced his consciousness fiercely!

A mental attack!

A gasp of surprise immediately erupted from the audience.

"It's a mental attack! The ultimate technique of Illusionary Sound Valley!"

"Spiritual attacks are among the most difficult to defend against in the cultivation world! They ignore physical defenses and directly target the soul!"

"Lin Fengmian is in trouble now! Even if he's a physical cultivator, he can't withstand a spiritual attack!"

"I've heard that even cultivators at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage dare not directly withstand Luo Linglong's Bewitching Flute!"

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect felt a chill run down their spines and nervously looked towards the stage.

however--

Lin Fengmian simply stood there quietly, his expression unchanged.

She even...closed her eyes slightly.

Seeing this, Luo Linglong's flute playing became more urgent, and her attacks became more fierce!

Like a violent storm, like a raging torrent!

Countless fine needles formed from divine consciousness frantically assaulted Lin Fengmian's divine consciousness!

however--

The moment those fine needles touched Lin Fengmian's consciousness, they shattered as if they had hit an impenetrable wall!

Lin Fengmian's divine sense was as vast and profound as a boundless ocean!

The fine needles that fell into it couldn't even stir up a ripple!

"What a pity."

Lin Fengmian murmured to himself.

His own pure yang holy body naturally resisted illusions and attacks of divine sense.

Furthermore, his current spiritual sense is comparable to that of a pseudo-core cultivator, far surpassing those of the same level.

The jade pendant on his chest was constantly protecting his mind.

With triple protection, Luo Linglong's spiritual attacks were like a gentle breeze to him.

like water off a duck's back.

"cut."

Lin Fengmian's mind stirred.

His divine sense instantly transformed into an invisible sword, slashing fiercely towards the source of the flute sound!

"Buzz—!"

An invisible wave exploded out!

Luo Linglong's spell was abruptly interrupted, and she let out a muffled groan!

The flute music suddenly changed—

The originally plaintive flute melody suddenly went out of tune and turned into an extremely charming voice!

"Mmm~ Ah~"

That voice was so alluring and captivating that it made one's blood boil and face flush!

The male disciples below the stage were instantly struck by the sound. Their eyes widened, their breathing became rapid, and they almost felt like they were about to have a nosebleed on the spot!

Holy crap!

"What...what is that sound?!"

"So, so alluring!"

Luo Linglong snapped out of her daze, her pretty face instantly turning bright red, the blush spreading all the way to her ears.

She was so embarrassed she wanted to disappear into the ground.

The cultivation technique I practiced went out of tune and produced this kind of sound...

How embarrassing!

She held the flute in both hands, head bowed, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's hum.

"Senior Brother Lin... Linglong lost."

She paused, then looked up, her eyes filled with admiration:

"I admire Senior Brother's powerful spiritual sense."

After saying that, she gave a slight bow again, turned around and walked off the stage.

That slender figure looked exceptionally graceful in the sunlight.

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

"You won already?"

"The Enchanting Flute of Fairy Luo has actually been broken?"

"Last time I heard her play half a piece, she was unconscious for three whole days! And Lin Fengmian didn't even flinch!"

Just how strong is his spiritual power?!

Whispers arose one after another, and all the gazes directed at Lin Fengmian changed.

On the high platform, the bigwigs from all sides had different expressions.

A glint flashed in the eyes of Emperor Yan Tianqing of the Great Yan Dynasty. He stroked his beard and slowly spoke:

"This child's spiritual consciousness... is already comparable to that of a Golden Core cultivator?"