Refining Genius Cultivation

In comparison, Huang Guang's strength was not much weaker than Yan Fei's. Huang Guang didn't have much battle experience, and lost the advantage in the beginning. He didn't have much understanding of the profound arts, so when he saw Yan Fei unleash his giant technique, he felt a sense of dread.

However, Yan Fei was different. The more he fought, the more excited he became. After he gained the advantage, he decisively used a secret technique. With lightning speed, he forced back the tiger and shattered the cassock.

"Fifth brother (brother)", he did not expect that in just a few rounds, Huang Guang had already been hacked to death by Yan Fei, and became the first person to die, causing Fang Yunlong and his fellow sect members to be extremely saddened. If not for Third Brother Wang Tong and Fourth Brother Zhao Xi stopping them, everyone would have rushed to the martial arena to take revenge for Huang Guang.

After killing the yellow light, Yan Fei's huge body trembled. Like a deflated ball, he withdrew back to his original form with a 'chi' sound. Seemingly unable to support his current body, Yan Fei fell to the ground, breathing heavily and unable to get up.

He Konghe and Wang Tong looked at each other, and both of them sent people to bring their fellow sect members back. Seeing the yellow light in front of them being split in half, everyone sank into deep grief.

Fang Yunlong faintly sighed. Even though he had only known each other for a year and it was not even worth mentioning compared to the several hundred years of cultivation, this sort of warm and warm family friendship of coming from the same sect was deeply imprinted in his mind.

At that time, Fang Yunlong was immersed in simulating a head-on battle with Yan Fei. Even he did not expect that Huang Guang would lose so quickly and suffer so miserably. Glancing at Yan Fei who was lying on the ground across from him and accepting the congratulations of the Devil Dao disciples, Fang Yunlong sentenced him to death in his heart.

Ah!" Wang Ci shouted loudly, and with a swoosh, he flew to the battling ring, "Ninth Disciple Wang Ci, Demon Dao brat, come here and die!

Amongst the seniors and juniors, as Wang Ci and Huang Guang were relatively close to each other, the two of them often exchanged cultivation experiences.

Therefore, Wang Ci was especially close to Huang Guang, his brother. Seeing Huang Guang die miserably at the hands of the Devil Dao disciples, Wang Ci could not suppress the rage in his heart, and quickly flew to the arena.

Wang Tong sighed. Originally, he wanted to let his eighth junior brother, Xiong Hu, participate in the second round of the Middle Foundation Building Period competition. Xiong Hu's strength was within the ranks of the Middle Foundation Building Period's junior brothers.

Xiong Hu could be considered the strongest and he was the calmest. Under such circumstances of burning anger, he had to shoulder a heavy responsibility. However, since Wang Ci had already entered the arena, there was nothing he could do to stop him.

"Hehe, it's a handsome young master. Second senior brother, let Younger Sister take his life." On the other side of the Devil Dao disciples, Pan Jinhua looked at the furious Wang Ci, and laughed.

He Konghe shook his head. His side had already won two matches in a row, especially the battle with Fifth Junior Brother Yan Fei. Everyone's morale was greatly boosted, whether it was Pan Jinhua or Li Wen, both of them had confidence in their victory and confidence.

On the other hand, the other party was in a state of grief, and their morale was somewhat low. Wang Ci, who was on the field, was only relying on a wave of anger.

If they won a few more rounds, the blow to their opponent would be obvious. If their opponent lost a round, then their opponent would have to win the battle because it would be difficult for them to fight in the upcoming matches.

"Eighth Junior Apprentice Sister, the other party's anger is at its peak, it will not be good for you to use your cultivation technique." He Konghe said to Pan Jinhua in a deep voice.

Hearing He Konghe's words, Pan Jinhua pouted her pink lips. However, she understood in her heart that her most powerful bewitching technique was not even worth mentioning in the eyes of the cultivators in rage.

"Sixth Junior Martial Brother, do whatever you can to continue enraging the other party. When people are enraged, they will easily expose their weak points. I hope you can win this fight." He Konghe patted Li Wen's shoulder and said.

Li Wen smiled sinisterly as he nodded. Just as he was about to go on stage, Li Wu's voice came from behind, "Big Brother, smash his head off."

Li Wen and Li Wu were brothers from the same mother, and both of them were under Yu Hua's tutelage at the same time, but Li Wen trained much harder than Li Wu, so after many years, Li Wen was now Middle Foundation Building Period Cultivator and Li Wu was only at the peak of Early Foundation Building Period.

Li Wen turned around and patted Li Wu's shoulder. With a flash, he flew to the martial arena. Kid, what are you clamoring for? If that's the case, then I, Grandpa Li Wen, will send you off if I want to accompany your Fifth Senior Brother. "

Wang Ci was furious. "Little devil bastard, Grandpa will send you to meet your Devil Ancestor right now." With that, Wang Ci shouted loudly, and a blue broadsword appeared in his hand as he fiercely attacked Li Wen.

The furious Wang Ci lost her composure as she thought about how her fifth brother Huang had only been hacked to death by a Devil Dao disciple with an axe. I want to use my greatsword to hack the hell out of the Devil Dao disciple in front of me, to use my teeth in exchange, and my blood in exchange for blood.

Li Wen sinisterly smiled. As expected of a little brat, not to be provoked. With such a thin and weak appearance, how could he still want to emulate the Fifth Senior Martial Brother Yan Fei in close combat? With a wave of his hand, Li Wen took out a brush and an ink-stone magic tool from his storage bag.

"Kid, are you that angry? Are you your fifth senior brother's little rabbit? "Hehe, let me use the Zhongshan Brush and the Donghai ink stone to send you to meet up with him."

Wang Ci's head exploded. There was nothing good to say from the mouths of the Devil Dao disciples, not to mention that he had met Li Wen, who was famous for his insidious nature.

At this moment, Wang Ci's eyes were bloodshot due to Li Wen's provocation, and he was burning with rage. He shouted loudly, waved his saber, and hacked at Li Wen without a care in the world.

Li Wen's figure flashed as he easily dodged Wang Ci's large saber. He dipped the mountain brush in the Eastsea ink and threw it in the direction of Wang Ci, bringing along a thick layer of black ink.

Although Wang Ci had fallen into a rage, he still had basic fighting knowledge. After Li Wen threw the ink, a golden shield appeared beside him, blocking the ink. Thick black ink splashed onto the golden shield.

A hissing sound was heard, as if hot iron met cold water, followed by a thick cloud of smoke. The ink was poisonous, and it was no small matter. Fortunately, this golden shield was not an ordinary one, as Elder Liu had specially found this buddhist magic item.

"Huh?" Li Wen exclaimed in admiration. It seemed that each of the opponents had prepared a buddhist artifact. But so what? This Wang Ci's strength was originally inferior to his. In his fury, he would not be a match for him.

With a quick flash, Zhongshan Brush appeared in front of Wang Ci. Then, with a large "die" character, it attacked Wang Ci.

Soon after, the East Demon Spirit Sea's stone tablet turned to the size of a millstone. It descended from the sky and pressed down toward Wang Ci. Little Bunny, isn't there more than one lover? "Even monks are not spared, tsk tsk."

Ah!" Wang Ci couldn't help but shout into the sky. The great saber in his hand danced even more fiercely, but it was still disorderly and disorderly.

He saw Wang Ci slashing left and right on the black "Die" character in the air over and over, as if he was venting all his anger on the "Die" character.

Wang Ci did not care at all about the Eastsea ink stone that had fallen from the sky. He simply placed the golden shield on his head and let it hit him.

"Ninth brother," Li Na called out softly, tears flowing down uncontrollably: "Third brother, let's admit defeat, Ninth brother is already like this, if you can't win, you can't lose to Ninth brother."

Wang Tong nodded his head, just as he was about to speak to He Konghe, he conceded.

Li Wen laughed as he channeled his Spiritual Strength into the Eastsea Stone. With the support of Li Wen's Spiritual Strength, Eastsea Yan Yan, who had already smashed the golden shield to the point where he almost couldn't withstand it, suddenly used his force to shatter the golden shield. He then smashed it towards Wang Ci, who was still in a state of madness.

The golden shield was knocked over by the Eastsea Ink Burst. It landed on the ground with a "ding" sound and turned into a small shield the size of a palm. Wang Ci, who had lost the protection of his golden shield, was smashed in the head by the Donghai ink stone. His brain immediately splattered, and blood splattered everywhere.

Li Wen laughed out loud. The victory in this martial arts competition was truly easy. The angry Wang Ci had lost all reason due to his words. He did not pose any threat to him. Even though he possessed a buddhist artifact with astonishing defense, he was still easily killed.

Laughing loudly, Li Wen didn't notice that at the moment the golden shield was smashed away, a tiny saber light flew out from the broadsword in Wang Ci's hand and instantly entered Li Wen's body. Wang Ci left this world with a smile on his face.

"Ninth Brother!" Just as he was about to admit defeat, such a drastic change occurred. Seeing another fellow disciple leaving them, the crowd was filled with grief and indignation, and they could not help but burst into tears.

The Devil Dao disciples were cheering, easily winning another round, and now, they had three wins and one loss, as long as they could win another round, they could get their hands on the True Spirit Fruit, wouldn't that be exciting?

At this time, the clearest ones on the stage was none other than Linghu Zijin and Fang Yunlong. Linghu Zijin transmitted to He Konghe: "Quickly announce our victory."

He Konghe was startled and immediately said to Wang Tong: "Brother Wang, since we have won this round, please prepare for the next round."

Wang Tong nodded, "Not bad, this match is for..."

"Wait." Fang Yunlong shouted out softly and interrupted Wang Tong's words, "Third brother, something is amiss, we will announce the winner after a while."

When Fang Yunlong said this, everyone's gaze turned to look at him. Everyone could clearly see that Wang Ci had been killed by Li Wen. There was no suspense about Li Wen winning, so why wait for a moment?

Linghu Zijin glanced at Fang Yunlong and thought, she had used Purple Eye Insight to discover something strange. How could an ordinary Early Foundation Building Period Cultivator like him discover anything wrong with it?

Li Wen coldly snorted. "What's wrong, kid? You still want to fight with me after getting up from the ground and losing half your head? Maybe you think that he's not completely dead enough and want me to make it up a few more times? "

Hearing Li Wen's words, Wang Tong let out a long sigh, "Twelfth brother, there's no need to say anymore, we admit defeat this time." With that, Wang Tong turned and quickly brought Wang Ci's corpse back. Li Wen grunted coldly.

he arrogantly flew towards the direction of the Devil Dao disciples. Unexpectedly, just as Li Wen flew up, he felt a sharp pain in his stomach, followed by a loud "boom" that blasted him into smithereens.