C68 That knife was so beautiful!

Who said Fang Shaobai will definitely lose?

Actually, this was only a weak groan inside Fang Hantian's heart, she really didn't have much confidence towards Fang Shaobai.

Facing Lin Shanhe's suppression, Fang Hantian could only force a smile and reply. Then, she called Lin Shanhe a loser in her heart to comfort him.

Very quickly, two of the six battles had concluded with being the first one to emerge victorious. After winning, he walked to the side with a complacent look on his face. He glanced at the other people's battle with interest and glared at Fang Shaobai.

"What the hell is Fang Shaoying doing? Why hasn't she killed that trash down there yet?"

The more Fang Shaofeng watched, the angrier she got, to the point that she almost wanted to fight in Fang Shaoying's place. The people in the audience who wanted to see Fang Shaobai make a fool of herself were also in the same state. However, they had no idea how bitter Fang Shaoying was right now.

Fang Shaoying had always been cautious, after the previous round where Fang Shaobai had displayed the power of a Eighth Martial Disciple and defeated him with one move, he had started to look up to Fang Shaobai.

Not because Fang Shaobai was that strong.

Rather, it was because of Fang Shaobai's concealing of her abilities.

Fang Shaobai was clearly not weak, but shesheid not reveal her cultivation, and was not showing off at all, even though she was scolded as trash, she did not seem to hear anything. Yet, at this critical moment, he showed up and slapped everyone hard on the face.

In Fang Shaoying's eyes, this was simply a beast lying in wait. When you bullied him because you thought he was harmless, she was actually already choosing to eat someone.

Therefore, from the very beginning, Fang Shaoying had chosen to probe further. She not only maintained her offensive stance, but also tried to not reveal herself as much as possible, hoping to use this method to thoroughly investigate Fang Shaobai's background and see if she was still hiding anything.

The reality proved that Fang Shaoying was right, after fighting with Fang Shaobai, he was shocked by him. She was clearly displaying the cultivation of a Eighth Martial Disciple, but he felt like she was fighting with someone from the Ninth Martial Disciple.

The main reason was because Fang Shaobai's elemental energy was too pure, so pure that Fang Shaoying was somewhat afraid. At least, with his knowledge and experience, he had never seen a martial artist that could refine their cultivation so pure and condensed. They were imperceptibly at least twice as strong as those of the same realm.

It was no wonder that Fang Yumei, who was a peak seventh stage Martial Disciple, could not even withstand a single strike from Fang Shaobai's Hong Pao Middle Stage technique. Everyone thought that Fang Yumei had been defeated by the Eighth Martial Disciple, but in reality, it was equivalent to a strike from Ninth Martial Disciple.

Fang Shaoying was unable to understand how could she cultivate such a pure elemental energy. If she had relied on time to cultivate it, that would mean that Fang Shaobai had deliberately strengthened her elemental energy many years ago. It would also mean that in all these years, Fang Shaobai, who had been scolded as a trash, had never actually been trash before.

Then, an even more astonishing guess would appear: What exactly was Fang Shaobai planning to do with her patience?

In the midst of the battle, Fang Shaoying felt a chill down her spine, and it even affected her state of mind, making him unable to concentrate in battle. If not for his experience, she would have been defeated by Fang Shaobai in one strike.

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Time flew by, and without realizing it, the six pairs of people who fought against each other had already completed five teams. The people who lost declared that they had no fate with the top three, and went up the stands dejectedly to watch the battle. The people who won moved closer to Fang Shaofeng's side, looking with interest at the battle between Fang Shaobai and Fang Shaoying.

These Fang family's young generation, with Fang Shaofeng as their leader, had maintained this habit for many years.

While watching the match, they were also discussing it and silently speculating on what they would do if they were on stage instead of facing it themselves.

Fang Shaofeng's expression grew darker and darker. There were only two people left fighting on the arena. How could he imagine this from the first round? The only difference was that Fang Shaofeng had won a round of booing in the first round. The current Fang Shaobai actually received a few gazes of praise.

Fang Shaofeng's eyes swept across the entire arena, and could even faintly feel that the people in the stands were changing their opinion of Fang Shaobai. Some people even started to have a trace of reverence towards the young master Fang Shaobai.

This made him very angry.

He was just a good-for-nothing. Even if he were to barely hold on, wasn't he about to lose?

When he fought this trash, wasn't he still going to defeat him and sweep him out of the Fang family?

"That damned piece of trash! Wait until I sweep him out of the Fang Clan! I'll get him out of here!" Fang Shaofeng secretly became ruthless. The young Fang Shaofeng looked at his own brother, but he did not have any brotherly feelings at all.

After his rage, Fang Shaofeng looked at the people around him with an impatient gaze.

The people around him understood what he meant and suddenly shouted, "Shaoyin bro, hurry up! Everyone's waiting for your comeback!"

Presumptuous!

This was definitely an incomparably impudent voice!

The first one to feel dissatisfied was the Great Elder Fang Qun. His slightly withered eyes instantly lit up with anger.

This time, contest conference was not just a simple clan within the clan, there were also Patriarchs of the other families in the stands. To brag about Fang Shaoying in front of them so brazenly, and completely ignore him, was definitely provoking a joke.

No matter what, Fang Shaobai was the current young master of the Fang family, this was a fact that could not be wiped out. Before there was was no reason to strip Fang Shaobai of her identity as the current young master, no matter how much of an internal strife there were, she would never be bullied in front of outsiders.

This was a principle!

An iron principle!

Fang Hantian was also furious, she glared at the person who shouted loudly, and the armrest on the right side of the chair started to crack unknowingly.

However, this shout was effective. Fang Shaoying had not revealed anything about Fang Shaobai during the long battle, and slowly came to the conclusion that Fang Shaobai's cultivation was about to reach that level, and should be kept.

After making up his mind, Fang Shaoying's aura suddenly rose as a vigorous aura surged into the sky. An invisible earthen brown light turned into waves of air waves that rolled outwards.

"first samurai!"

The audience gasped in surprise.

Fang Shaofeng's eyelids jumped, her eyes became cold: Indeed, Fang Shaoying knows how to hide, she has truly broken through to first samurai, and her cultivation is extremely stable, seems like he is the true rival of my contest conference.

With such a violent demeanor, Fang Shaoying immediately swept a glance at the gentle atmosphere just now, and became exceptionally overbearing. A trace of indiscernible malevolence was revealed in the corners of her eyes, "Junior Brother Xiao Bai, I apologize to you for this brother of mine.

This was a declaration of a victor!

Fang Shaoying then soared up arrogantly, as though she was bringing along a large mountain town in mid air, bringing with him a kind of incomparable imposing Qi, that could shake mountains and pull out mountains. She descended from the sky, both fists brandishing at the same time, one on the left and one on the right, releasing light!

It was as if the oppressive power of two giant mountains had smashed down, the surging power instantly pressured the space within three meters away, creating a terrifying vacuum space, as though an invisible prison had been imprisoned. The heavy energy bound Fang Shaobai's entire body, causing him to feel as if her blood was about to flow backwards!

"Oh, first samurai, with your cultivation, and the Hong Pin High Rank Martial Skill's Earth Shattering Fist, Fang Shaobai is about to lose!"

"Tsk tsk, this Fang Shaoying really has some strength, to be able to train the Hong Pin High Rank Martial Skill to such a level, she is already at 90% done. This person is good at hiding. I even suspect that he has already learned a peak Hong-rank martial skill and is only waiting to shine in the top three battles? "

"There's no suspense, Fang Shaobai is going to lose!"

A few patriarchs in the stands were happily discussing, intentionally looking at Fang Hantian who had a dark and bitter expression.

"Not necessarily!"

Fang Shaobai let out a cold sneer, his voice was not loud, but it was enough to cause everyone in Jinshanping to feel like they were deaf and deaf. Many sensitive people even noticed that in that moment, Fang Shaobai actually seemed to reveal a kind of calm and tranquility, like that of a violent storm, that only existed when she had reached the realm of an expert.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Also at this moment, the cultivation level of the Eighth Martial Disciple that Fang Shaobai had always displayed had mysteriously increased to the level of the Ninth Martial Disciple, and on top of that, the Ninth Stage Peak Martial Disciple.

With this kind of cultivation coupled with Fang Shaobai's incomparably pure elemental energy that was surging, it was like a volcano erupting. Its aura was like the rainbow, and actually wasn't one bit inferior to Fang Shaoying's first samurai!

Weng! *

With a tyrannical hum, a fiery red light suddenly flashed and streaked across the sky. Only a few people could see clearly that Fang Shaobai had always been hanging by her waist with her Skysun Saber being unsheathed.

Those who were slower in reacting only saw a dazzling brilliance appear before their eyes as a bewitching red lotus bloomed in mid-air!

"Ninth Stage Peak Martial Disciple!"

"Hong Pin High Rank Martial Skill!"

Fang Hantian was so shocked that she left her seat and stared wide-eyed at Fang Shaobai rising up from the ground. One blade was in her hand, the world had mine, an extremely tyrannical aura crazily descended, a red lotus bloomed, and along with the terrifying blade light, it disappeared!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The terrifying rays of light exploded after a violent clash, scattering smoke and clouds of fire into the sky. Fang Shaobai's figure, which was dazzling to the eye, quickly retreated, and stagger back into the ground. Her right hand held onto the blade, and she pointed it towards the sky.

Fang Shaoying let out a stuffy groan as she was pushed back by seven or eight meters. Her clean and luxurious clothes were tattered beyond recognition, and her body was covered with knife scars, fresh blood dripping all over!

With just this comparison, it was clear who was stronger!

The entire arena instantly fell into a deathly silence, a terrifying deathly stillness. Many people's eyes, however, seemed to still be slowly replaying the seductive and tyrannical aftereffects of Fang Shaobai's blade and blade, unable to come back to their senses even after a long while.