Murong Xuanchen's hands quickly changed the magic technique, and the light like a match shot out from his hands, turning into countless golden blades. The golden blades were entangled together, forming a huge pillar of light, which quickly turned into a golden dragon. Countless golden rays emanated from the golden dragon, dazzling and brilliant. The golden dragon was so powerful that the hearts of the Flying Heaven Sect monks under the stone platform couldn't help but sink!

Murong Xuanchen's face was fierce, and he whispered a spell in his mouth. In an instant, the golden dragon suddenly erupted with even more dazzling brilliance, and then rose under the wrapping of ten thousand golden rays, and only then did it levitate without moving away from Murong Xuanchen's hands.

Murong Xuanchen is a spiritual root based on earth attributes, the so-called native gold, so when he cultivates the gold system exercises, he will increase the power of this kind of spell, and what he just performed is the "Ten Thousand Blades Dragon Transformation Technique".

The so-called Ten Thousand Blades Dragon Transformation Technique is to use the true element of the body to transform into countless golden blades, and then turn these golden blades into a golden dragon. The Ten Thousand Blades Dragon Technique can attack the opponent twice, and when the opponent defuses the golden dragon attack, the golden dragon will also turn into countless golden blades to attack the opponent again.

Feng Fan had already judged from the true element fluctuations of the opponent's spell that this kind of spell was extremely powerful, so he didn't dare to be careless at all. Feng Fan's hands kept waving, and countless silver icicles surrounded Feng Fan, and the icicle technique had been completed.

Murong Xuanchen waved his hands and threw the golden dragon at Feng Fan without hesitation. Countless fierce winds struck through the air, and the golden dragon smashed down like a thunderbolt.

Feng Fan showed no weakness, and countless ice picks around his body quickly rose into the sky. The golden dragon and the icicle met, making a deep sound. A powerful force enveloped all directions, and the surrounding void shook, as if trembling.

The true essence of the two quickly poured into it, and the two collided countless times. As the number of icicles decreased, the size of the golden dragon rapidly decreased. It looks like the golden dragon is like a rainbow, and it seems that the ice pick is vulnerable. However, Murong Xuanchen's true yuan was damaged, and he barely used the spells that were suitable for foundation building period cultivators, so the power of the Ten Thousand Blades Dragon Transformation Technique was greatly reduced.

Murong Xuanchen's face turned pale, and he seemed to have reached the point of reaching the end of his crossbow. Feng Fan's face was calm, as if he had the confidence to win. Murong Xuanchen roared and spewed out a breath of essence qi towards the golden dragon, and the golden dragon instantly turned into countless golden blades and rushed towards Feng Fan.

With the gushing out of Fengfan True Yuan, the ice pick silver mangs were in a daze, surging towards the flying golden blade. "Zheng Zheng ......" countless crisp sounds lingered in the four fields, resounding in all directions.

As the spiritual power churned, the golden and white brilliance flickered. Countless sharp fluctuations impacted the surrounding prohibitions, causing the prohibitions around the stone platform to tremble slightly, as if they were a little afraid of the two violent forces.

Murong Fengyang, who was sitting in the audience, suddenly sighed softly and shook his head, looking extremely disappointed. Through the spell confrontation between Murong Xuanchen and Feng Fan just now, he no longer had any hope that Murong Xuanchen would defeat his opponent.

As the number of golden blades and ice picks decreased dramatically, Murong Xuanchen spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face became even paler, and he was already injured. The golden blades had all disappeared, and the remaining ice picks had lost their blockage and flew towards Murong Xuanchen with a roar.

Murong Xuanchen's body moved quickly, dodging all the icicle's attacks. The icicles struck the forbidden place that the monks of the Hua Dan period had set up around the stone platform, and finally all of them came to naught.

"Xuanchen, admit defeat. Murong Xuanchen's heart moved, and a talisman flew out, with a flying sword sealed on it, and when he was about to urge, Murong Fengyang's deep voice came from under the stone platform.

Murong Xuanchen was stunned, glanced at Feng Fan, and then reluctantly put the talisman back into the storage bag and silently got down the stone platform.

Taiqing Zhenren announced loudly under the stone platform: "In the second round of the competition, the Feitian Sect will defeat Murong Xuanchen of the Murong family. Most of the people in the audience were Flying Heaven Sect monks, and after hearing Taiqing Zhenren announce the results of the competition, the atmosphere immediately became warm.

This competition was even more intense than Feng Fan's first one, Ling Qiancao did not hesitate to take two Nine Transformation Spirit Pills to replenish the consumed True Yuan, and his body was weird, and it was difficult to defeat. However, because Murong Xuanchen not only took longer than Ling Qiancao to step into the peak level of the late stage of Qi Gathering, but also had more magic weapons, talismans, and crystal jade than Ling Qiancao, it was even more difficult to deal with than Ling Qiancao.

When they saw Murong Xuanchen defeated, the Flying Heaven Sect monks such as Phantom Yue Zhenren were extremely excited.

The Flying Heaven Sect monks continued to watch the second round of the second group of competitions, while Feng Fan returned to his residence alone. In the battle just now, Feng Fan consumed some true yuan, and the next day he had to participate in the third round of competition, if he wanted to completely replenish the consumed true yuan through just one day of cultivation, it was impossible to replenish it, so Feng Fan was ready to replenish it with the help of the true yuan stored in the Mixed Spirit Devouring Yuan Bead.

Recalling these two competitions, Feng Fan was a little speechless, if he could use the Five Elements Xuanmeng Array and the Mixed Spirit Devouring Yuan Bead, even a foundation building period monk could defeat it.

Not only that, but the use of some talismans and ritual instruments is restricted. For example, the Skeleton Spirit Rune, which was obtained from the Phantom Blood Sect emissary he killed, who knows if using this talisman will let the Phantom Blood Sect know that he has killed the Phantom Blood Sect emissary.

Feng Fan no longer thought nonsense, and sacrificed the Mixed Spirit Devouring Yuan Bead. As Feng Fan's divine consciousness moved, the true element in the Mixed Spirit Devouring Yuan Bead quickly entered Feng Fan's body. After a while, the True Yuan no longer entered Feng Fan's body, which was a sign that the True Yuan was abundant.

Feng Fan felt refreshed all over his body, and the previous feeling of slight tiredness was completely gone. Looking closely, the Mixed Spirit Devouring Orb was still crystal clear and transparent, without any changes. Feng Fan collected the Mixed Spirit Devouring Yuan Bead and began to cultivate.

A few hours passed, Feng Fan opened his eyes, collected his work, slowly stood up, and then came outside. At this time, it was getting late, and Feng Fan walked to the Flying Heaven Palace.

From a distance, there were some monks gathered in front of the main hall, and from the costumes, they were all disciples of the Flying Heaven Sect. Feng Fan came to everyone, and everyone looked at Feng Fan with reverence. A young monk dressed in blue came to Feng Fan, and this person was Gong Changfeng.

"Senior brother, how is the battle situation today?" Feng Fan asked indifferently.

"Alas, today I was defeated by my opponent. Gong Changfeng sighed lightly and said with a sad face.

"Senior brother isn't injured, right?" Feng Fan looked at Gong Changfeng carefully, and saw that Gong Changfeng's true qi fluctuations were not too unusual, so he asked.

"I was just knocked down by my opponent under the stone platform, and I recuperated this afternoon, and now it's fine. It's just that the opponent not only spoke wildly, but also insulted my Flying Sect!" Gong Changfeng twitched the corners of his mouth and said exhaustedly.

"Who is your opponent?" Feng Fan's face turned gloomy, and there was a little coldness in his eyes.

"Thunder Sect Long Yuyang!" said Gong Changfeng with a cold glint in his eyes.

As soon as he heard that it was a member of the Thunder Sect, Feng Fan's heart sank, and it seemed that the Thunder Sect was really ruthless to the disciples of the Flying Heaven Sect.