Seeking the Immortal Way

"You …" Meng Xinghe was extremely angry in his heart, this Emerald Mountain was obviously relying on the disciples of the mountain with good cultivation, high talent, and bullying his own disciples, but there was no other way, it was true that his own disciples were not as skilled as others, so he could not say anything.

Sect Leader Qiu Chuyang also glanced at the Emerald Peak disciple on stage, but he did not say anything. After all, in the fighting arena, blades and swords had no eyes, as long as their lives were not in danger, it was fine.

Seeing that the outcome of the match had already been decided, the white bearded elder walked forward, opened the register in his hands, and read out: "This match, Lin Xiao has won. In the next match, Zhang Ming will be battling Song Peng.

Hearing Song Peng's name, Lin Yan felt that he was extremely familiar, and he suddenly remembered that when he had just entered the sect, this Song Peng had been a follower beside Zhao Qi.

Looking up at the martial arena, he saw a disciple with a slightly tall stature. Behind his broad shoulders, he wore the blue uniform of the Spirit Void Peak. He had short hair and was in high spirits, but there was a haughty smile on his face.

At this time, Song Peng was looking at Heavenly Star Peak's group with a cold smile, especially when he saw Lin Yan.

Lin Yan glanced at Song Peng who was on the stage, frowning, he said to Zhang Ming who was beside him: "Be careful senior brother, I had fought against him before, but before he came to the sect, he had learnt a few martial arts from the clan and his skills were not ordinary. Now that he has reached the peak of the early stage of Foundation Establishment, before him, you must be careful."

Zhang Ming nodded, and smiled as he said to Lin Yan: "Don't worry, this person's cultivation level is about the same as mine. Against him, I still have some chances of winning, so I will be careful."

With that said, Zhang Ming immediately activated lightness exercise, with a tap of his feet, he walked up the stage.

The two of them saluted slightly, and looked at Zhang Ming who was in front of them with a calm expression. Their left hands moved forward, making a provocative motion, and indicated that Zhang Ming should make the first move.

Zhang Ming's face was ice-cold, he imbued the genuine essence into the wood sword in his hand and activated swordsmanship. With a tap of his feet, he immediately rushed forward.

Song Peng was calm and collected, looking as though he had a lot of battle experience, although he was tall and sturdy, he was extremely quick, moving to his left and right, easily dodging Zhang Ming's Sword Qi.

Seeing Song Peng avoid the Sword Qi, everyone below the stage was startled, and immediately retreated, afraid that they would be affected by the powerful Sword Qi.

Just then, the four black pillars around the round arena flickered with a black light and formed a transparent barrier. It blocked all the Sword Qi, forming ripples and disappearing.

Zhang Ming saw that the opponent's movement was actually so nimble, the swordsmanship in his hands became more and more urgent the more he fought, countless of Sword Qi once again flew towards Song Peng.

The two of them fought ferociously on the stage, and it was extremely intense. Sword Qi s flew everywhere, causing the people below the stage to be dumbstruck. They weren't even willing to blink, afraid that they would miss any details.

Lin Yan squinted, and looked at the scene before him. He couldn't help but frown, judging from the spirit energy fluctuations coming from the two of them, it was very clear that Senior Brother Zhang Ming had already used his full strength, and his moves were filled with a probing sense. He must have even more powerful killing techniques, so in this battle, Senior Brother Zhang Ming's chances of winning were very slim.

Sure enough, as Lin Yan had expected, on the stage, Zhang Ming slashed out a sword, and a condensed Sword Qi rushed straight towards Song Peng's face.

Song Peng's expression turned slightly cold, his footsteps moving fast and he did not retreat. Instead, he turned around and cleverly avoided the Sword Qi, the longsword in his right hand bringing the Sword Light along as he charged straight towards Zhang Ming.

Seeing that it was not good, Zhang Ming anxiously retracted his sword to block, but his techniques were slightly in storage, and were full of loopholes.

Song Peng faked a move, stepped forward once again, and with a flash, he immediately arrived at Zhang Ming's right side. He turned his body around, and with a kick, aimed right at's waist, this kick, was so powerful that it actually kicked Zhang Ming off the stage.

Seeing that, Lin Yan anxiously used a footwork technique to imbue the genuine essence onto his feet. The Cloud-Stepping Boots beneath his feet lit up slightly, and with Lin Yan's lightness exercise, he immediately moved behind Zhang Ming and supported him, so that he would not be injured from the fall.

Zhang Ming stabilized his body, his face was pale white, he turned and expressed his thanks to Lin Yan, revealing a look of disappointment, he shook his head and sighed: "I lost."

The disciples of the Spirit Void Peak in the distance immediately applauded loudly like thunder, cheering for Song Peng.

The white-bearded Elder walked up and announced the results of this match. At the same time, he began to read out the names of the group of disciples that were battling.

When Zhao Qi went up on stage, his opponent was the disciple of the Spirit Void Peak, Zhang Haotian.

Coming onto the stage, Zhang Haotian gave a slight bow to Zhao Qi, but Zhao Qi still had a face full of arrogance.

Zhang Hao Tian stood in the arena, with light footsteps, he lifted his wood sword and rushed towards Zhao Qi.

Zhao Qi's expression turned cold, the longsword in his hand was unsheathed, and it gave off a threatening cold aura. It was clearly a talisman treasure, and with just one move, a very condensed white Sword Qi directly slashed towards Zhang Haotian, its speed as fast as lightning.

Zhang Haotian's pupils suddenly shrank, and he hurriedly used his wood sword to block. But it was useless as this Sword Qi was too powerful, with a crack, the wood sword in Zhang Haotian's hand snapped, and the remaining Sword Qi directly slashed into his chest, chopping him down, leaving a shallow sword mark on his chest.

The surrounding disciples were all shocked by this scene and frowned.

"This is too unreasonable, this Zhao Qi already has a purple spirit root, his realm is the highest amongst all of us new disciples, competing on the stage, and he's even using a Symbol Sword! Isn't this clearly bullying others?"

"Yeah, it's already a mismatch in terms of weapons. Is this not considered a violation of the rules?" The elders don't care?

"There's nothing we can do, who asked him to have the purple spirit root, and Elder Xiao Mo's protection, in the competition, to use the talisman treasure, who would dare to stop him?"

All of the disciples shook their heads and sighed. They felt that this was not a fair fight. At the same time, they were also praying that they would not meet this person in the competition.

After Zhao Qi slashed Zhang Haotian's sword off the stage, he glanced at Lin Yan, who was below the stage. With a cold smile on his face, he made a beheading gesture, turned around, and walked down the stage.

Lin Yan took a glance at Zhao Qi who was on the stage and frowned slightly. From the battle just now, Lin Yan could clearly see that Zhao Qi did not use his full strength.

The Spirit Void Peak's Peak Master Lu Kang frowned, he looked at the Emerald Peak's Peak Master Xiao Mo at the side, and said with a gloomy face: "Senior brother Xiao, I think this kind of competition is somewhat unreasonable, that Zhao Qi originally had a purple spirit root, and his realm was also the highest among all the disciples. In such a competition, he was even forced to use a talisman treasure, this is simply too much of a bully."