Lord Sovereign

Fei Hong's face whitened from the words of Fang Wei. He glanced at Fang Wei, but couldn't tell when Fang Wei was strange or dangerous. After getting acquainted with each other, he discovered that this person was really a venomous person, but what he said now was true. He had no evidence to prove that he was not such an abyssal demon.

"Then what to do now?" Fei Hong was a little helpless: "How can I rescue Li Ling?"

"No way, you can'tdo that now. Let's say that we don't know where Li Ling is now. Even if we know it, it's the test meeting at this time. We can't make the matter worse. Right now, Li Ling's personal safety is definitely not the main thing. Since they didn't know you are aware now, they won't harm her. For the problem, we can only act by chance." Zhang Long pondered. After thinking about it, Zhang Long said again: "Junior brother, no matter what you see during the competition tomorrow, just take the test and don't be distracted. You have me and Fang Wei. Moreover, Master Mu Shuang should also meet at that time to help you."

Fei Hong nodded slightly. At this moment, it seemed that he could only do what Zhang Long said. He got up to thank the two of them, jumped out of the window, and disappeared into the night.

Early the next morning, Fei Hong, who hadn't slept all night, came to the competition venue. Today, the monks who passed the test in the first two days rested, and the high-level practitioners who hadn't appeared on the stage began the test.

Soon, Fei Hong saw Sacred Sect and their group approaching. The first ones were Cao Wang and Mu Shuang, with Xiao Jing and others standing behind them. Cao Wang didn't react to Fei Hong, but Xiao Jing smiled coldly at Fei Hong, making him trembled slightly.

At the beginning, uncle Xiao Jing was seen naked by Fei Hong in the cave. At this time, thinking about it, Fei Hong would still involuntarily feel a sensual heat. Fei Hong didn't see Mo Yu, but he believed that Li Ling's matter had nothing to do with Mo Yu.

Soon, people from all sects of cultivation began to arrive because this day was a contest of high-level cultivators, and the five great cultivation sects and all small sects of the Yuan Dynasty also sent dignitaries to watch.

In the first competition, the first name was Wang Kui from the North Mountain King's family.

Wang Kui was naked at this time, revealing his extremely strong upper body. His short hair stood upright like a hedgehog, and the huge pair of wooden shoes on his feet looked daunting.

The one who would be competing with Wang Kui was a handsome young man with a red long sword and a white robe on his back, looking very scholarly.

"This is the big disciple of Chasing Sun, his name is Zhuang Yanqing." Feng Chenzi and Liu San said to the startled Fei Hong. Knowing that Fei Hong was a casual cultivator, they explained to him with a smile.

Fei Hong hurriedly saluted the two. He cherished such friends in his heart now. There were hundreds of people on the test court, but only these few people could he called his friends.

At this moment, the competition on the field had begun, and Zhuang Yanqing was also a cultivation base of the second level of Imperial Realm, with an elegant body, and the red long sword kept pulling out the strikes and attacking Wang Kui.

Wang Kui was not as fast as Zhuang Yanqing, and could only defend for a while, but this person's defensive skills were indeed very strong. After a few rounds, the two were locked deadlock.

After dozens of rounds, Wang Kui became a little impatient. He roared, his figure shook, and his arms slammed at the attacking Zhuang Yanqing like a wooden tree.

The long sword in Zhuang Yanqing's hand was thrust forward to strike, but seeing Wang Kui's desperate style of fight, his face changed. He could feel the ferocity coming from his arms, and hurriedly took the sword and retreated.

That Wang Kui sneered, and he used the trick he used to deal with Fei Hong. His huge figure jumped up, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and rushed directly at Zhuang Yanqing.

Zhuang Yanqing was not in panic when he was in danger. Seeing Wang Kui's speed was lightning, he secretly laughed. Comparing to me, wouldn't it be an embarrassing tale.

Seeing Zhuang Yanqing's long sword waved. The red sword body made waves of swords, but he himself suddenly turned into a few afterimages, constantly phasing.

Fei Hong off the court knew that Zhuang Yanqing really underestimated the enemy, and that Wang Kui's throwing himself away so easily would definitely not be that simple.

Sure enough, Wang Kui, who saw that Zhuang Yanqing did not dodge directly but wanted to use his footwork to confuse him with a reversal blow, grinned at the corner of his mouth. He opened his mouth abruptly: "Roar--"

Fei Hong had seen this move and heard the loud roar before. There was nothing normal about this dreadful attack. Although he was far away, he still instinctively covered his ears. 

Zhuang Yanqing, on the arena, realized his error and became apprehensive. He felt bad when he saw Wang Kui's mouth grinning, but he couldn't dodge it anymore, so he could only prepare himself and face the attack head-on.

Who knew that Zhuang Yanqing's long sword was halfway in attack when Wang Kui just roared, and immediately Zhuang Yanqing felt the zhenqi in his body roiled in turmoil. A few seconds latee, he opened his mouth and spouted out a mouthful of stuffy blood. The zhenqi dissipated, and he sat down on the ground.

Seeing the injured Zhuang Yanqing, Wang Kui did not stop, and went straight to him in attack.

This round was just in a blink of an eye, and Zhuang Yanqing was about to be seriously injured by Wang Kui.

You should know that this competition is not required to end, and at this time, the seniors of the cultivation school are here. They don't do anything, and no one dares to rescue them.. They can only watch Zhuang Yanqing be killed.