C23 The Decisive Battle Begins

Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, the day of Ye Feng and Jiang Zetian's battle had arrived.

The geniuses had just lit up. In the huge contest field of Cloud Sword Mountain, there were already hundreds of people appearing on the surrounding steps. Waves of clamorous noise soared into the sky.

On the high platform to the west of contest field, some of the higher ups of Cloud Sword Mountain were sitting. In the middle of the platform, there were the three deacons, Lei Pojun, Jiang Wanqian, Qin Yi and Han Qiuxue.

Initially, everyone thought that the elders would appear in such an important competition, but judging from the current situation, the four elders would not appear.

In the arena, those young men and girls who were waiting for the competition to begin were all discussing amongst themselves.

"Who do you think will win between Ye Feng and Jiang Zetian?"

"Damn, Big Mouth Lee, is there something wrong with your brain? How could that trash Ye Feng be a match for Jiang Zetian?"

"That's right. I heard that Jiang Zetian has already broken through to the eighth level of Qi Gatherer. He can kill that Ye Feng with a single hand!"

" En, I really look forward to senior disciple Jiang Zetian killing that trash later! "

Many of the disciples of Cloud Sword Mountain in contest field were discussing amongst themselves. Almost everyone hoped to see Ye Feng being tortured to death by Jiang Zetian.

Qin Yi looked at the disciples of Cloud Sword Mountain with a gloomy face. He sighed in his heart. Ye Feng, can you pass this trial?

Time passed in minutes and seconds!

Suddenly, a commotion came from the crowd.

"Everyone, look! It's Jiang Zetian!"

"Wow, Big Brother Jiang Zetian is so handsome!"

Almost everyone in the contest field was boiling with excitement. A group of people was slowly walking towards them from the east gate of the contest field.

The leader was a young man riding a tall horse. He was wearing a white cloak, his skin was white, and his eyebrows were like willow branches. His body was like a jade tree, and his long black hair was draped behind his snow white neck. Between his brows, there was a trace of coldness.

He was the super genius of the Cloud Sword Mountain, Jiang Zetian.

Among the new generation, only Ji Yaohua's disciple, Cui Mengyao, could compare with Jiang Zetian.

Because of Jiang Zetian's outstanding performance, many people believed that the future master of Cloud Sword Mountain would definitely be Jiang Zetian.

Although Cui Mengyao was similarly outstanding, she was only a female. It was impossible for her to take up the position of the Cloud Sword Mountain's Sect Master.

In history, the master of Cloud Sword Mountain had always been a man. If it wasn't for this reason, Qiu Ruonan definitely had the qualifications. After all, Qiu Ruonan's talent was even greater than Jiang Zetian's.

On Jiang Zetian's left was his younger brother, Jiang Zehu, and on his right was his senior uncle, Liu Chuang's son, Liu Heishui.

A month's time had passed. Jiang Zehu's broken arm had already grown back, but this was only on the surface. His arm was still unable to pick up anything, so it could only be used as a decoration. It was almost crippled.

Jiang Zetian and the others slowly walked towards the central area. In front of the platform, he jumped off his horse and bowed to the vice sect master, Lei Pojun, and the other deacons.

After the salute, Jiang Zetian and the others did not walk up to the platform. Instead, they sat down on some stone stools at the edge of contest field.

Jiang Zehu's eyes slowly swept across the platform. He gritted his teeth and said, "Why don't we see that trash Ye Feng?"

"Hmph, brother, don't worry. He won't be able to escape. Wait a moment, big brother will avenge you!"

Jiang Zetian glanced at his brother. A cold light flashed across his eyes.

"En!"

Jiang Zehu nodded slightly. His eyes were filled with hatred. It had been a month. He had been having nightmares almost every day. Ye Feng's ferocious face kept appearing in his dreams.

Other than that, every night in his dream, Jiang Zehu would dream about himself floating in the ocean of excrement. Now, his expression had changed when he smelled the excrement.

During this month, Jiang Zehu had been suffering physically and mentally.

Today, his big brother could finally take revenge for him.

"Qin Yi, it's almost time. Why hasn't that Ye Feng arrived yet?"

Beside Qin Yi, Jiang Wanqian asked with a frown.

Everyone in Cloud Sword Mountain knew that the Plum Branch and the Bamboo Branch had a good relationship.

In Jiang Wanqian's opinion, as the deacon of the Plum Branch, Qin Yi should have a better understanding of the situation of the Bamboo Branch.

Qin Yi glanced sideways at Jiang Wanqian and said faintly, "It's not time yet, what's the hurry? As the deacon, why don't you have this little bit of willpower?"

Being choked by Qin Yi, Jiang Wanqian's face turned slightly ugly. He coldly snorted and said, "Humph, there's no need to be in a hurry even if we wait for a moment. Today, this kid won't be able to escape!"

At this moment, there was a slight disturbance in the arena.

Qin Yi's eyes turned. In the distant west gate of contest field, four figures were slowly approaching. Their calm footsteps did not seem to be hurried because of today's important day.

Qin Yi narrowed his eyes and looked at Ye Feng's somewhat childish face in the distance. For some unknown reason, Qin Yi's heart, which had been hanging by a thread, had relaxed.

Looking at Qiu Ruonan, Hu Dawei, and Ye Feng, who was ranked next to Qin Le, the disciples of Cloud Sword Mountain couldn't help but sigh.

"Wow, that Qiu Ruonan actually came back!"

"And that Hu Dawei, he also came back!"

"Yeah, I wonder what level Hu Dawei's alchemy has reached now!"

"Qiu Ruonan is so beautiful. That figure is so attractive!"

"Hmph, lower your voice. Don't let her hear you. Her temper is very fierce!"

The male disciples of Cloud Sword Mountain were all attracted by Qiu Ruonan. Such a woman, no matter where she went, would always become the center of attention.

In comparison, as one of the main characters of today's event, Ye Feng felt that his limelight had been stolen by his senior sister and senior brother.

Compared to ten days ago, Ye Feng's skin looked a little darker, but his eyes looked more spirited.

In these ten days, Ye Feng's cultivation had already broken through to the peak of the sixth level of Qi Drawing, reaching the bottleneck between the earth level's main meridians and the heaven level's main meridians.

Apart from the breakthrough in his cultivation, Ye Feng's sword skill had also improved a lot during this month. This was the result of Ye Feng being beaten up by Qiu Ruonan day and night.

In Ye Feng's eyes, Qiu Ruonan was like a human-shaped tyrannosaurus. When she fought, she was really powerful. Under her training, he was always beaten up like a dog.

Very soon, Ye Feng and the others arrived at the edge of the martial arts stage.

"Ye Feng greets all the seniors!"

Ye Feng and Qiu Ruonan bowed slightly to the people on the platform, then smiled at Jiang Zehu and the others and said, Ye Feng greets all the seniors!" Hi, how are you? "

"Humph, Ye Feng, you will die soon!"

Two rays of hatred shot out from Jiang Zehu's eyes.

"Is that so?"

Ye Feng smiled faintly. He didn't want to say anything to Jiang Zehu. After all, he didn't care about such a useless person.

"Humph, since you are here, let's start!"

Jiang Wanqian, who was sitting on the platform, said with a cold expression.

"Big brother, you can do it!"

Jiang Zehu said to Jiang Zetian through gritted teeth.

"Senior disciple Jiang Zetian, kill that kid! We can't let him walk away alive!"

Liu Heishui gritted his teeth and said. A month ago, he was also beaten up by Ye Feng. Although he wasn't as miserable as Jiang Zehu, this didn't affect his hatred towards Ye Feng.

"Don't worry, Ye Feng will die today!"

Jiang Zetian stood up and turned around to speak to Jiang Zehu in a flat tone.

"Ok!"

Jiang Zehu nodded. He had absolute confidence in his brother's strength. He knew that his brother had already reached the eighth level of Qi Gatherer. Such strength was not something that Ye Feng could compare with.

After saying that, Jiang Zetian slowly walked towards the martial stage. He casually picked up a long sword from a weapon rack below the contest field. After that, he leaped and landed on the martial stage like a swallow.

The move that Jiang Zetian had unintentionally revealed instantly caused many people to cheer.

When they saw Jiang Zetian appear, many female disciples couldn't help but cheer.

Jiang Zetian was seventeen years old this year, and he was two years older than Ye Feng. His height was almost 1.8 meters, and his body was almost perfect. That was the combination of strength and beauty. It was the type of slender and powerful perfect physique.

His long black hair was like a wild waterfall. He naturally hung it behind his chest and back. When he looked at Ye Feng, his eyes seemed to emit two extremely sharp beams of light.

"Ye Feng, please come up and die!"

Jiang Zetian, who was standing on the platform, gently waved the longsword in his hand. He looked at Ye Feng with a cold expression.

"Ai, since you are in such a hurry to go to hell, I will fulfill your wish!"

Ye Feng shook his head slightly and slowly walked towards the martial arts stage. On Qiu Ruonan and Hu Dawei's faces, there was no sign of worry.

"Mr Feng, kill that pretentious guy!"

Qin Le looked at Jiang Zetian and said with some displeasure.

"Hehe, just wait and see!"

Ye Feng smiled at the two of them, then slowly walked to the edge of the weapon rack. After drawing a long sword, he jumped onto the stage.

Looking at the two young men facing each other on the stage, everyone's eyes were fixed on them. All of them looked over with great interest. Those outer circle disciples... Many of them supported Ye Feng, but those inner circle disciples... Almost all of them wished to see the super useless Ye Feng being killed by Jiang Zetian!