Because it was relatively close to Feng Fan, Ling Qiancao was no longer able to dodge. Ling Qiancao bit off his left index finger in a panic and popped out several drops of blood. The icicles in front of him were shocked by the blood, soaring into the sky, turning into countless ice swords, and roaring towards the flying icicles.

"Beep Bobo ......" The ice pick and the ice sword collided and entangled, and the ice sword collapsed. Ling Qiancao retreated in a panic, and at the same time opened the True Yuan Imperial Shield, and pointed continuously towards the cyan light shield, hoping to resist the powerful attack.

The only three remaining icicles carried a fierce wind, and flew towards Ling Qiancao, who was retreating in panic. The astonishing power and aura came like a storm, and Ling Qiancao True Yuan Imperial Cover shook endlessly.

This time, Feng Fan used all his strength, Ling Qiancao was only a ninth-level cultivator in the Qi Gathering Period, and he couldn't resist an attack that was equivalent to Feng Fan's strength as an initial level cultivator in the early stage of foundation building.

One of the three icicles was dissolved by Ling Qiancao's True Yuan Imperial Cover, and the other two hit Ling Qiancao's left shoulder through the True Yuan Imperial Cover, and two blood arrows erupted. Ling Qiancao snorted, and his body retreated rapidly, falling all the way to the bottom of the stone platform.

The disciples of the Flying Heaven Sect who were watching the battle in the audience were silent for a moment, and then let out bursts of applause. Because this battle was won too suddenly, the first two attacks were calmly defused by Ling Qiancao, but he didn't expect the third attack to be so powerful, which surprised many Flying Heaven Sect monks.

Ling Qiancao sealed the blood veins on her left shoulder, stopped the bleeding, and left in a huff.

Ling Wanhai first showed a look of regret, but quickly regained his composure, because he saw that although the number of icicle techniques cast by Feng Fan was much smaller than the previous two times, it was extremely powerful, and Ling Qiancao naturally couldn't resist it.

"In the first round of the competition, the Flying Heaven Sect defeated Ling Qiancao of the Ling family. Lin Jingnan's voice came from the audience, and Lin Jingnan was responsible for announcing the results of the competition.

Feng Fan slowly descended from the stone platform, and everyone from the Flying Heaven Sect greeted him one after another, while Ling Wanhai and all the other Ling family cultivators stood up and left.

"Okay, you won the first battle, you are worthy of being an elite disciple of my Flying Heaven Sect, and you have lived up to our expectations of you. A smile finally appeared on the face of Huanyue Zhenren, and he praised Feng Fan.

"It is because of the teacher's ordinary teachings that the disciples have today's achievements. Feng Fan said with some duplicity. Saying this, Feng Fan himself felt blush. He obviously cultivated the external exercises, and he usually had very few opportunities to meet with the real person of Phantom Yue, so he couldn't talk about teaching at all. It's just that in this situation, he has to say some scenes, after all, the Flying Heaven Sect is someone else's territory, and he will have to cultivate in this place in the future.

"Feng Fan, you may not know that Ling Qiancao is the only son of Ling Wanhai, the patriarch of the Ling family, and with Ling Wanhai's true inheritance, he will inherit Ling Wanhai's mantle in the future. The Yin Demon Skill that Ling Qiancao cultivated was extremely weird, and the black qi that attacked you just now was the Yin Demon Qi. The evil spirit is extremely vicious, I didn't expect it to hurt you at all. Today's battle not only defeated the strongest cultivator of the younger generation of the Ling family, but also dampened the spirit of the demon cultivation family. Taiqing Zhenren said happily.

"The ancestor has won the award!" Feng Fan said humbly.

"It seems that Ling Qiancao's defeat made Ling Wanhai's old monster's face a little unbearable. It's no wonder that the old monster was depressed, Ling Qiancao's kid was not only extremely fast, but also had strange exercises, and at the same time, he also took two Nine Transformation Spirit Pills in the middle. In this case, it was still to the point of defeat, and it would be hellish for that old monster if he could calmly accept the result. Hearing some ridiculous words from the false real person, everyone in the Flying Sect laughed.

"Fengfan, you go back and have a good rest first. You have to recharge your batteries, tomorrow will be more difficult, I hope you can surprise us. Phantom Yue Zhenren said with a solemn expression.

"Master, the disciple will take his leave first. Feng Fan then left.

The next day, Feng Fan first took a pill of the Nine Transformations Spirit Pill after waking up in the morning, and then came to the competition venue. Feng Fan looked around, and saw that many monks had gathered around. Many monks were so interested in the upcoming contest that they gathered here early.

When Feng Fan came to the position of the Flying Heaven Sect, he learned that South China Ting had been defeated by Long Yuyang of the Thunder Demon Sect in the first round of the competition the day before, becoming the first monk of the Flying Heaven Sect to be eliminated from the competition.

Not only that, when the competition was about to start, Long Yuyang said extremely ugly provocative words. During the competition, Long Yuyang shot ruthlessly, and in the end, Hua Nanting was seriously injured.

The Flying Heaven Sect monks who watched the competition all thought that Long Yuyang was ruthless and merciless. Even when Phantom Yue Zhenren shouted to admit defeat, Long Yuyang was ready to kill Hua Nan Ting, but fortunately, Phantom Yue Zhenren broke the ban around the stone platform and rescued Hua Nan Ting in time to save Hua Nan Ting's life.

Phantom Yue Zhenren reprimanded Long Yuyang after the competition, Long Yuyang actually defended that because he was too addicted to the competition, he didn't hear the voice of Phantom Yue Zhenren shouting and admitting defeat, and this practice of covering his ears and stealing the bell made all the monks of the Feitian Sect indignant.

When Phantom Yue Zhenren questioned the Thunder Sha Sect Leader Refining Dust True Monarch, Refining Dust True Monarch didn't think so, and even said that casualties in the competition were a common thing, so that Phantom Yue Zhenren didn't have to care too much, which made the people of the Flying Heaven Sect even more excited.

When Feng Fan heard this, his expression was still calm, but he knew very well the reason in his heart: first, good and evil have been in constant dispute since ancient times, accumulating a lot of hatred, and second, a few years ago, the Flying Heaven Sect monk had killed two foundation building period monks of the Thunder Sha Sect, and the Lei Sha Sect must be ashamed. Therefore, in this competition, the Lei Sha Sect was ready to save face, and in the competition, it not only spoke disrespectfully, but also acted viciously.

After drawing lots, Feng Fan was ranked in the first group of the second round, so he returned to his residence to rest after the first group of competitions.

Because each group of competitions must start after all four competitions are over, some competitions are extremely time-consuming because the opponents are evenly matched, so the last group of competitions ends in the afternoon. Feng Fan rested for a relatively long time, so he felt that the true yuan was abundant.

When Taiqing Zhenren finished reading out the battle list, Feng Fan and his opponent came to the stone platform.

Standing opposite Feng Fan was a young man, who was born with a face like a crown of jade, and his starry eyes were clear. The smooth and fair face is full of angular coldness, and the dark and deep eyes are glowing with charming color.

He wore a purple and gold crown with a bundle of hair on his head, a white robe, and a folding fan in his right hand.

When he gestures, he is elegant and calm, revealing a chic and elegant temperament. Looking forward to it, it is even more impressive.

The appearance of the young man moved some of the female cultivators under the stone platform, after all, the young man was beautiful, chic and handsome, and could be called the dream lover of many women.