"Long Yuyang was extremely arrogant, not only did he make provocative remarks before the competition with me, and he was ruthless in the competition, but he also openly shouted after he won, saying that the Flying Heaven Sect Qi Gathering Period monks were all general. At that time, many fellow disciples wanted to teach this person a lesson, but they were stopped by Taiqing Shizu. It's really unlucky, the last round of the competition was the junior brother of South China Ting who encountered this person, and this round of competition is that I encountered this person. It's just that I can't win, otherwise I will definitely be able to raise the prestige of my Flying Sect!" Gong Changfeng said angrily.

"Long Yuyang is so arrogant, and he is ruthless, he really wants to teach this person a lesson when he has the opportunity. Feng Fan's heart suddenly swelled with anger, and he said with a cold face.

"What the junior brother said is extremely true. Gong Changfeng nodded with a wry smile and said helplessly.

"Senior Brother, how is the battle situation of Senior Sister Duan?" Feng Fan seemed to remember something, and asked in a changed voice.

"Fortunately, Senior Sister Duan defeated her opponent and entered the third round of the competition with you. In this way, two of my disciples entered the top eight, and the head of the sect and the other masters were very satisfied with everyone. A rare smile appeared on Gong Changfeng's stiff face.

On the second day, the four stone platforms at the top of the Flying Sect were crowded with monks. As the competition progressed, the battle became more and more intense. After all, with the progress of the competition, the strength of the participating monks is more outstanding, and the magic weapons, talismans, and exercises and spells in their hands are more magical, which makes the competition even more exciting.

Today's competition is for the top eight to compete for the top four, so the four competitions are held at the same time on the four stone platforms, and the eight Qi Gathering Stage monks stand on a stone platform with their opponents according to the results after drawing lots.

Feng Fan's expression was still calm, and his face showed an extremely relaxed expression.

Standing across from him was a young woman, in her twenties. This woman is elegant, her lips are cherry red, her eyes are like water, her aura is compelling, and she is dressed in pink clothes and hunting under the mountain wind. She carried a long sword behind her, and the sword body faintly exuded a domineering aura.

"Golden Stone Valley Thousand Purple Tree. The girl in pink glanced at the ordinary-looking Fengfan standing opposite her, and said lightly.

"Flying Sect Fengfan. Feng Fan said loudly.

Qian Zitong pulled out the long sword behind him with his backhand, and a white cold light scattered out.

Feng Fan's right hand moved in the void, and the spear appeared in his hand, swinging a gust of wind. The jet-black spear swept away a thick domineering aura, and clusters of blue flames suddenly appeared, enveloping the spear.

Qian Zitong raised one hand, the flying sword trembled, and then shot out. Feng Fan flicked one hand forward at the same time, and the spear turned into a blue light and flew out. Under Feng Fan's urging to decide, the spear flames surged.

The white cold light and the blue flame met, like thunder descending from the sky, and exploded directly, blooming with a dazzling light.

The blue and white light flickered non-stop, and the sonorous sound of gold and iron striking resounded throughout the four fields, and countless afterimages burst out and swept away. As the two of them quickly poured out, the sword and spear fought fiercely.

With a coquettish roar, the light around the long sword rapidly expanded, and it rushed towards the spear that bloomed with blue flames. A mountain of overwhelming power surged forward.

The sword and spear slammed more violently, making a deafening sound like a thunderbolt, and at the same time emitting countless shocking brilliance, the momentum was extremely great. The spear moved backward under the attack of the sword, getting closer and closer to Fengfan, and the blue flames above it gradually extinguished.

Many monks of the Flying Heaven Sect under the stone platform secretly pinched a cold sweat for Feng Fan, but Qian Zitong showed a trace of contempt.

Feng Fan's heart sank, it seemed that the opponent was not only extremely cultivated, but also seemed to have not consumed much True Yuan in the first two competitions, or the monks of the Golden Stone Valley provided him with enough crystal jade for him to recover quickly, so the opponent's strength was extremely strong at this time.

Under the rapid turn of his mind, Feng Fan waved his right hand, and a powerful True Yuan swung out with his right hand, as if a huge vortex suddenly emerged, completely enveloping the spear. The spear shone brightly, and its whole body turned red, like a burning fiery snake. Ten thousand rays of light rose into the sky, all covering the flying swords in front of them.

The flying sword stopped advancing, and as if forced by the powerful counterattack of the spear, the two supreme magic weapons were once again stalemate and entangled.

The true essence of the two of them poured into their magic weapons like a stormy wave, and the collision of magic weapons, spiritual power, and various colors of light was in the air. The competition was so fierce at the beginning that many of the onlookers were surprised.

"The opponent was able to exert the strength equivalent to the initial level of a monk in the early stage of Zhuji!" Qian Zitong's face showed an extremely dignified look, and it was no longer as easy as it was at the beginning, because in the process of fighting with Feng Fan with magic weapons, Qian Zitong finally understood the strength of Feng Fan's strength.

Under the stone platform, a brown-clothed middle-aged monk not far from the real man of Phantom Yue touched his chin lightly and frowned slightly. This person was none other than Li Shengtian, the lord of the Golden Stone Valley, and he seemed to be a little worried about Qian Zitong.

The two supreme magic weapons of the sword and spear suddenly separated and flew back into the hands of the two of them. Qian Zitong's expression was extremely solemn, and the white glow of the long sword in his hand also dimmed a lot. The red light on the spear in Feng Fan's hand was still dazzling, and it looked extremely weird.

Qian Zitong brandished his long sword, and a white aura appeared around the long sword. Qian Zitong's body flickered and brought out an afterimage, which suddenly disappeared from the spot, and appeared in front of Feng Fan like electricity in a very short period of time.

Qianzi Tongyu waved his hand, and the long sword slashed down towards Feng Fan. A mighty force erupted from the long sword, and the dazzling brilliance scattered out in all directions, and Sen Han's killing intent swept towards Feng Fan, causing the heavens and the earth to lose color and the void to tremble.

Feng Fan held the spear in his hand horizontally in front of him, and in an instant, a pillar about a few feet thick formed in front of Feng Fan. With a loud bang, a huge wave was stirred.

The red and white light that shot out and the true yuan scattered in all directions, swarming towards the surroundings like a fierce sea of anger, and the prohibition trembled. If it weren't for the strong prohibition around the stone platform, I'm afraid that the onlookers would also be affected.

Feng Fan and Qian Zitong's bodies retreated sharply at the same time, and after a while, the two of them stopped their figures.

Qian Zitong's face turned cold, and he did not hesitate to attack again. Feng Fan still resisted with a spear, and with the fierce collision of the two magic weapons, accompanied by a piercing sound, the stone platform also received a huge impact, stirring up a lot of stone powder, and some subtle cracks appeared on it.