"Master, I remember that a few years ago, in my faction competition, I was defeated by Senior Brother Fengfan. A year ago, I lost to Senior Brother Fengfan again. And a few months ago, in another competition of my faction, Senior Brother Feng Fan once again won the first place in the Qi Gathering Period Cultivator. So tomorrow, if I face my junior brother, I should admit defeat. Duan Yunshang first stared at Feng Fan deeply, and then said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Phantom Yue Zhenren was a little surprised at first, and then a little happy. If Duan Yunshang admits defeat to Feng Fan, it will be very beneficial to both of them because of one less fight, after all, the competition between the top four is extremely consuming True Yuan and Divine Sense.

"Senior sister, wouldn't she have wronged herself by doing this!" staring at Duan Yunsheng, who was beautiful and otherworldly, Feng Fan felt a warmth in his heart and said softly.

"Senior brother doesn't have to care, it's good for both you and me to act like this. A trace of blush welled up on Duan Yunsheng's face, and he was a little shy, and his light voice sounded like a silver bell in Feng Fan's ears.

"It's so good! Yunshang is really open-minded to be able to do this, and it is really an example for my disciples in the Qi Gathering Period. Phantom Yue Zhenren laughed.

"Long Yuyang of the Thunder Demon Sect and Luo Yanhong of the Phantom Blood Sect are not only extremely powerful, but also ruthless, if you fight against these two, you must be careful to deal with them. Taiqing Zhenren reminded with a solemn expression.

"Master Ancestor, please rest assured, if it is Long Yuyang or Luo Yanhong who will fight against the disciple tomorrow, the disciple will definitely not give the opponent any chance. Because not only is good and evil incompatible, but the opponent who is fighting against the disciple will meet Senior Sister Duan in the fifth round of the competition, the disciple will definitely not show mercy to his subordinates! He will not even give the opponent a chance to fight with Senior Sister in the next game. Feng Fan's face showed a fierce look, and he said categorically.

"Thank you, junior brother, for your kindness, if I fight against the Demon Sect monk tomorrow, I will fight hard. Duan Yunsheng's face turned crimson when he heard this, and then a bright smile appeared on his cheeks, and a soft voice sounded in Feng Fan's ears.

"Okay, you deserve to be an elite disciple of my Flying Heaven Sect. Phantom Yue Zhenren gently stroked his chin beard with his right hand, smiled and nodded.

On the second day, around the two stone platforms on the top of Feitian Mountain, people from various sects and families gathered. Because there are only two competitions today, the other two stone platforms are vacant, and only these two stone platforms are occupied.

Feng Fan stood on one of the stone platforms, with a calm look on his face, as if this competition could not shake his heart.

Opposite Feng Fan stood a young girl, this woman's skin was better than snow, her face was radiant, and her graceful figure looked curvy under the purple clothes, which was in stark contrast to her cold look. After drawing lots, Feng Fan and Luo Yanhong of the Phantom Blood Sect faced off, while Duan Yunshang and Long Yuyang of the Thunder Sect faced off on another stone platform.

"Phantom Blood Sect Luo Yanhong. A cold voice came from the cherry lips of the purple-clothed girl opposite.

"Flying Sect Fengfan. "Feng Fan's voice is very casual, which makes people feel like there are no waves in the ancient well.

Luo Yanhong's eyebrows frowned slightly, she could tell from Feng Fan's demeanor and tone that she was facing a very calm opponent.

Phantom Yue Zhenren sat quietly around the stone platform, and Feng Fan failed to draw a group with Duan Yunshang to compete, which made Phantom Yue Zhenren a little disappointed. After all, if the two of them draw a group, they don't have to compete, which can greatly reduce the consumption of true yuan and divine consciousness, and put more energy into the next round of competition.

A gray-robed middle-aged man sat not far from the real person of Phantom Yue, this person was well-dressed and dignified, but his eyes showed a cold and soul-dementoring gaze, it was Lin Shengtong, the head of the Phantom Blood Sect.

Most of the low-level monks around were excited, and the opponents in the two groups were monks from the good and evil factions. After all, the competition between the monks of the two factions must be extremely hot, which is why such a lively scene is caused.

Luo Yanhong patted the storage bag on her waist with her left hand, and a red object appeared in her hand. Luo Yanhong's left hand trembled slightly, and a red silk stretched out. This red silk is a special superb magic weapon, named "Forbidden Yuan Aya", which is a magic weapon that can partially ban the true yuan of opponents of the same level or low level, and has a weak effect on high-level monks.

Seeing this magic weapon, Phantom Yue Zhenren's face changed slightly, he didn't expect that the monks of the Phantom Blood Sect would have this kind of magic weapon.

A huge blood light emanated with the red silk, and the thick fishy aura drifted away with the wind. The blood light in the red silk swelled rapidly, carrying a huge wave of blood towards Fengfan, like a rain of blood in the sky. The crimson blood light surged rapidly, turning up a monstrous sea of blood, surging forward, like a sea of rage.

The light of Feng Fan's right hand flashed, and the spear magic weapon suddenly appeared. Feng Fan threw the spear, and the magic weapon frantically burst out of his hand, like a demon of the Nine Shadows, and pounced on Hong Aya. As it roared and rolled, the spear erupted with ten thousand rays of color, as if tearing through the sky.

The two ritual instruments met and made a dull sound. The two forces shot out ten thousand rays of light, forming bursts of rushing waves, which sprinkled towards the stone platform.

The two magic weapons collided and entangled, and with the flashing of the two colors of light, the dull sound sounded endlessly, and the low sound of air tearing was overwhelming towards the surroundings. The huge impact force poured out one after another like a meteor rainstorm, and its momentum shocked the heavens and the earth!

Feng Fan's face was solemn, after this fight, Feng Fan knew that he had met a strong opponent today. The opponent can finish in the top four, definitely not by luck. Under the impact of the huge force, Luo Yanhong's body almost wanted to retreat, but she still stood firmly in place.

"The opponent was actually able to exert a strength stronger than that of a ninth-level monk in the Qi Gathering Period!, but I don't know if the rumors that the opponent could exert the strength equivalent to the strength of the initial level monk in the early stage of foundation building are true?" Staring at Feng Fan, Luo Yanhong's heart sank.

Taking a breath, Luo Yanhong pointed to Forbidden Yuan Aya. Forbidden Yuan Aya's blood light was flourishing, and with the condensation of blood light, a thick blood mist gradually formed, and the blood mist expanded rapidly.

Feng Fan made a move with his left hand, and the spear flew back. Seeing that the opponent was casting a spell, Feng Fan immediately took out a Xuanbing Realm spirit rune and began to urge.

The red silk in Luo Yanhong's hand stopped, and the blood mist around the red silk also stopped surging, turning into countless blood balls in a very short time. These blood clusters then turned into countless half-moon-shaped blood blades, which emitted a thick red light, exuding an endless murderous aura, making people feel trembling.

"Go. As Luo Yanhong's delicate voice resounded in everyone's ears, countless blood blades carried monstrous killing intent, and swept towards Fengfan like flying locusts.

At this moment, the Xuanbing Realm Spirit Rune had been successfully activated, and a closed ice wall immediately appeared around Feng Fan's body. The Blood Blade came in front of Feng Fan in an instant, and as a crackling sound came out, the Blood Blade continued to bombard the ice wall.

After several frantic impacts, the Bloodblades were all wiped out. Under several waves of powerful attacks, the ice wall fluctuated and became a little more transparent.

Luo Yanhongyu waved her hand, and countless blood blades burst out of the red silk again, carrying bursts of bloody aura, and shot towards the ice wall with great momentum. As countless ice-breaking sounds came out, blood light and silver rays shone non-stop, blooming and galloping on the stone platform.

As the blood blade slammed into the ice wall several times, terrifying power surged out, and a loud bang was heard. The light around Fengfan was bright, and the endless sound was roaring and roaring.

After a few breaths, the Blood Blade was reduced to nothing, and the ice wall, though still unbreakable, had shrunk a lot, closer to Fengfan.

Luo Yanhong gasped softly, and her beautiful face showed a hint of fierceness. With Luo Yanhong's right hand waved, the red silk emitted a heavy blood light and flew towards Fengfan quickly.

Feng Fan's right hand was raised, and Tiangang Ding flew out of the Five Elements Xuanmeng Ring and pounced directly on Hong Aya.

The red silk slammed into the Tiangang Ding like a meteor, the dazzling blood flickered and rolled, and the earth-shattering power diffused, forming ripples. The endless blood light was blocked by Tiangang Ding, and it was scattered everywhere under the impact of Tiangang Ding.

As Luo Yanhong shook the red silk hard, the blood light condensed again, quickly wrapping the Tiangang Ding, and the light emitted from the Tiangang Ding gradually became dim.

Luo Yanhong chanted a spell, and the red silk was full of red light, leaving Luo Yanhong's jade hand, and quickly wrapped Feng Fan and Tiangang Ding. The red silk emitted ten thousand rays of light, forming a series of matches around Fengfan and Tiangang Ding.