The Flying Sect was waiting, and six monks walked in from the outside. At the front was a leading disciple of the Flying Heaven Sect, and the sleeves of the five people in the back were embroidered with unicorn marks, and at a glance they knew that they were all members of the Thunder Sha Sect.

At the top of the list was a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression. He didn't deliberately hide his cultivation, and at a glance, he knew that it was the peak level of the late stage of Huadan, and it was the Thunder Sha Sect Leader Refining Dust True Monarch. He was followed by four young monks, most of them with arrogant expressions, as if they didn't care about the Celestial Sect at all.

"Dust refining fellow, please inside. Phantom Yue Zhenren bowed his head slightly and said loudly.

"The cultivation of the Daoist Friend of Phantom Yue has improved again, I remember that the Daoist Friend was a mid-stage cultivator of the Huadan a few decades ago, and now it is the peak level of the late stage of the Huadan. Refining Dust True Monarch said calmly, he didn't seem to care about the contradictions between the Thunder Sha Sect and the Flying Heaven Sect over the years, and he didn't mention the killing of the two Foundation Building Stage cultivators in the sect a few years ago.

"Daoyou has won the prize, didn't Daoyou also break through from the middle stage of Huadan to the peak level of the late stage of Huadan?"

"Huh. The True Monarch of Refining Dust smiled cunningly. The two then chatted casually, then introduced each other to the disciples who participated in the competition, and finally the Lei Sha Sect and his party were taken by a Feitian Sect disciple to arrange a place to live.

There was only one member of the Flying Heaven Sect left in the main hall, and everyone was silent, and the atmosphere became a little strange. Phantom Yue Zhenren broke the silence and said loudly: "Everyone, this competition is very important for the Feitian Sect and you personally, and this competition is also an opportunity to exercise and become famous. The competition will start the day after tomorrow, and I hope that everyone can do their best and give full play to their strengths. ”

"Disciples, do your best!" Feng Fan and the others said loudly.

"You can go back and get ready. Phantom Yue Zhenren nodded, with a very satisfied look on his face.

The top of Feitian Mountain is crowded with people, and everyone gathers around the four huge stone platforms. The first round of competitions began, and because there were only four stone platforms, the sixteen competitions were divided into four groups.

A very special ban was set up around each stone platform by the cultivators of the Hua Dan period, in order to prevent the fluctuations of the spiritual power of the True Yuan Transformation from harming the onlookers during the competition. However, this prohibition has no effect on the movement of the monk, which means that the monk can leave the stone platform at any time.

Many stools were prepared around the stone platform, and members of various sects and families sat around different stone platforms. Of course, what sect or family members are competing on the stone platform, and most of the onlookers around the stone platform are also members of the corresponding sect and family.

According to the rules of the competition, if the body falls under the stone platform, is injured and cannot continue to participate in the competition, one of the elders or the contestant admits defeat, or dies, even if the monk is defeated. However, before the competition, the various factions and families have been negotiated, and try not to hurt the opponent's life during the competition. The opponents in each round of the competition are determined by drawing lots, and no matter who the opponent is, they have their own destiny.

Feng Fan was drawn into the first group of competitions, and the stone platform where he was located was surrounded by members of the Flying Heaven Sect and the Ling family. Opposite Feng Fan stood a young man, this young man was tall and thin, with a slightly yellow complexion, and was dressed in green clothes. This person's eyes were a little erratic, occasionally revealing a murderous intention.

"Flying Sect Fengfan. Feng Fan broke the silence and reported his name first.

"Ling Qiancao of the Ling family. The tall and thin young man's face had a look of pride, revealing his identity.

Feng Fan's mind moved, and a spear suddenly appeared in front of him. The body of the spear is jet black, it seems to be made of dark iron, and it is the best magic weapon that Feng Fan obtained in the Flying Sect armory some time ago.

Feng Fan pointed at the spear, and as the true yuan quickly poured in, the spear exuded a powerful aura. Feng Fan waved his right hand, and the spear carried a monstrous scream, and galloped towards Ling Qiancao.

Ling Qiancao's expression changed slightly, and she shouted: "Out." Several huge walls of ice suddenly appeared in front of him, completely isolating him from Feng Fan. Ling Qiancao is a water attribute spirit root, so he cultivates a water spell, and when he sees the opponent using the best magic weapon, he immediately uses the ice wall technique to resist.

The spear slammed into the ice wall, making a burst of ice-breaking sounds. As layer after layer of ice was crushed, the spear slowly pierced through all the walls of ice and continued on its way. Ling Qiancao didn't react, her body stiffened and didn't move.

The spear had already reached Ling Qiancao's eyes, but Ling Qiancao still didn't move. With a "wave", Ling Qiancao was hit by a spear, and was actually shattered, turning into countless white ice crystals, shooting out in all directions.

Feng Fan suddenly felt a slight fluctuation of the True Yuan behind his body, and secretly exclaimed, "Not good!" and then felt a wave of Yin Qi attack behind him.

Feng Fan waved his right hand behind him, and Tiangang Ding suddenly appeared, and Feng Fan instantly opened the True Yuan Imperial Cover at the same time. A muffled sound sounded in Feng Fan's ears, who had just done all this, and Tiangang Ding seemed to have been hit hard, quickly moving towards Feng Fan and hitting his True Yuan Imperial Cover. Feng Fan's body moved a few steps forward before he stood firm, only to feel some qi and blood tumbling in his chest.

Feng Fan turned to look and saw Ling Qiancao standing behind him, holding a short knife in his right hand. From the fluctuations of spiritual power emitted, it can be seen that it is a superb magic weapon, and it seems that it should be this short knife that flashes cold light that attacked him just now.

"The opponent was able to exert the strength equivalent to that of a foundation building period monk!" Ling Qiancao's heart was extremely shocked, the blow just now was difficult for even a Qi Gathering Stage monk of the same level as himself to resist, but at this time, he was easily defused by the opponent, and he couldn't help but shock this proud son of the Ling family.

It turned out that Ling Qiancao had just cast an illusion spell and turned into a fake body with cold ice, but his real body came behind Feng Fan with a special body technique and launched a surprise attack on Feng Fan. He thought that he would win with one blow, but he didn't expect Feng Fan's divine sense and strength to be so powerful, and he reacted quickly, and escaped with the resistance of the best magic weapon and the True Yuan Imperial Cover.

Sitting under the stone platform, the expression of the real person of Huanyue changed slightly, after all, it was the first time to see such a strange body of the Qi Gathering Period monk, which made the head of the sect a little shocked. The surrounding Flying Heaven Sect disciples were all shocked when they saw Ling Qiancao's strange posture. Everyone is secretly speculating about whether they can dodge such a strange and swift attack if they are on stage.

Not far from Phantom Yue Zhenren sat a middle-aged man, his face was as red as red, his face was full of beard, and his eyes were like electricity. This person is Ling Wanhai, the patriarch of the Ling family, and his cultivation has reached the peak level of the late stage of Huadan.