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Zhang He saw Han Yan flying to the stage, and thought to himself: "Brat, you are dead for sure, limited to clan members. I cannot kill you, but I can still do it after injuring you severely, and you will never be able to cultivate. You cannot blame me. If you have to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for offending someone you shouldn't have offended. " While he was thinking of this in his heart, he said: "Junior Brother Han Yan, bring out your magical artifact!"

Han Yan's expression was calm, he was not the least bit nervous, he patted the storage bag on his waist and a greyish-black shield appeared floating in the air in front of him. The shield was only half the size of a person and there was no light coming from it. There was nothing special about it at all. It looked more like a low-grade magic tool. When the audience below the arena saw the shields, they were all stunned for a moment. Then, someone burst into laughter, and everyone burst out laughing.

Guo Yang could not help but smile and said to Wei Peng: "I heard a long time ago that your clan's ancestor left behind an extremely strong defensive magic tool. The spirit energy on the shield was dim and lacked luster. No matter from which angle one looked at it, it was impossible to see how much defense it could provide.

Wei Peng coldly snorted, and said: "The black iron Shield's defense is strong! "Don't talk nonsense if you don't know what's good for you."

Hearing that, Guo Yang laughed even more happily than before, he forced himself to laugh: "I do not know what is good for, haha! You're really making me laugh. Only you can give a broken shield to a disciple. "

Wei Peng wanted to retort, but he also believed that the black iron Shield was weak. He had tried many times in private and even the most ordinary Fireball could not withstand it. Many times, he even wondered if the ancestor had taken the wrong magic tool to pass on to his disciple, or if a disciple of some generation had lost their magic tool and made a random replacement for it, resulting in it appearing in his own hands.

Seeing Wei Peng not saying a word, Guo Yang continued to mock him: "I say junior brother, I used to think that you were very kind, I never thought that you would also fool disciples!"

Wei Peng snorted, and said angrily: "Don't talk so much nonsense, the results of the competition are still not out yet!"

Guo Yang glanced at the stage, then chuckled: "Okay, then I will accompany you to continue waiting, and look at the magical artifact that you, the ancestor, passed down. Just how powerful is it? " When he spoke, he purposely emphasized the word 'powerful'.

On the stage, Zhang He couldn't help but laugh. After a long while, he said, "Junior Brother Han Yan, this magical equipment of yours is quite special."

Han Yan's face was filled with awkwardness, he already knew that the spirit weapon was not working, he never expected that after taking it out, everyone's reaction would be so huge, other than the elders in front of the hall who were not laughing, everyone else laughed. Even if those elders did not laugh, Han Yan knew that those people were afraid of the Sect Leader.

"If it's not good, then it's not good! Anyway, I never thought that I would be able to win. " Han Yan watched very openly, he only treated the stage as a normal competition, and felt no pressure in his heart.

Zhang He saw Han Yan standing there in a daze, thinking that he had gone insane and reminded him: "Junior brother! I see that you also have the thought of admitting defeat. If I were to use my full strength, others would think that senior is bullying you. I'll give you three moves. As long as you can defeat me in three moves, I'll admit defeat.

The so-called 'let three moves' wasn't just to not attack, but to only defend.

The cultivation difference between the two was extremely huge, even if Zhang He were to give up three moves, Han Yan still would not be able to break through his defense.

"Jean?" Han Yan did not think that Zhang He would say these words, thought for a moment, and said: "Since Senior thinks that you can definitely win against me, then I will use my full strength." He patted the storage bag, took out his flying sword, and then formed a hand sign. A beam of light flashed across the flying sword, transforming into a shadow as it headed straight for Zhang He.

The flying sword's speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, it arrived in front of Zhang He.

Facing the incoming magical equipment, Zhang He did not even look at it, and took out his spiritual energy shield. Although spiritual energy shield s were low level techniques, after they cultivated to an extremely high level, they were naturally extraordinary. The spiritual energy shield that Zhang He had activated was already half materialized, so even if disciples with the same cultivation were to attack with all their might, they might not be able to break through the defense.

With a "Dingdang", the flying sword crashed into the spiritual energy shield. The light on the sword dimmed and it was unable to enter even a tiny bit.

Zhang He had a complacent look on his face as he said, "The first move, as long as you can break through my defenses, you will win."

Many Elders in the hall started whispering to each other.

"It's indeed not easy for a spiritual energy shield to reach such a level of cultivation."

"He's so young and yet he's actually managed to cultivate a spiritual energy shield to the fifth floor or higher. His future is limitless."

"The difference between them is too big. It's simply impossible for Han Yan to break Zhang He's defense."

On the stage, Han Yan laughed bitterly in his heart, the gap between their cultivations was indeed difficult to make up for. Suddenly, the Heavenly Dao Imperial Jade Seal appeared in Han Yan's mind, he shook his head, although it was a good treasure, but it did not have any offensive power, furthermore, after taking it out, if the Sect Leader and the elders saw any clues, they would definitely take it.

Unless it was absolutely necessary, Han Yan did not plan to reveal the secrets of the Heavenly Dao Imperial Jade Seal.

Han Yan looked at the dark and lifeless flying sword, then formed a seal and flew towards the spiritual energy shield.

When the same result came out, the spiritual energy shield remained unharmed. No matter how the flying sword attacked, it could not leave a trace.

Zhang He's face was all smiles, as if he had already seen the scene of how he subdued Han Yan in one move, and said: "Junior Brother Han Yan, could it be that you want to waste all three moves on flying swords?"

The disciples around the stage started to mock Han Yan. Even those who thought that Han Yan would win by a fluke sighed.

Xie Hu's face was filled with anger, and he roared towards the stage: Zhang He, you are bullying others too much.

Zhang He acted as if he did not hear it, and said to Han Yan: "Last move, make your move!" He was getting impatient, his right hand secretly forming a seal, waiting for Han Yan to use his last move, and then unleash a thunder attack. He had to heavily injure Han Yan within one move, or even get him out of the stage.

Han Yan frowned, he knew that if he continued fighting like this, there would be no end to it. Taking a deep breath, he kept the flying sword and the black iron Shield back into the storage bag. The spirit energy in his body revolved quickly and condensed on top of his palm. Then, under the berserk laughter of the crowd, Han Yan suddenly raised his right hand and waved in the direction of Zhang He.

"gale technique!"

Just as Han Yan's arm was raised, the sky in the plaza changed color, and the howling wind converged from all directions as it rushed straight towards Han Yan. For a moment, sand and dust flew everywhere. Under the strong wind, the Qi Cultivation stage disciple had no way to open his eyes. In the blink of an eye, the wind congealed above Han Yan's head, forming a tornado that was as tall as a person.

Han Yan stood in the center of the violent winds, his clothes quivering, as if he was a deity. However, he was not affected at all, as if the gale was his companion and his friend could not bear to harm him. With a swing of his arm, the floating whirlwind above his head seemed to have received an order. With a whistling sound, it charged straight towards Zhang He. At the same time, the gale in the plaza disappeared. The speed at which it disappeared was shockingly fast, as if it had never appeared before.

The crowd didn't have time to tidy up their clothes and quickly looked towards the arena. What they saw was an unimaginable scene.

Whirlwind flew in front of Zhang He, and Zhang He's spiritual energy shield was instantly destroyed, turning into specks of spirit light and disappearing into the air. After the spiritual energy shield was destroyed, Zhang He was completely exposed to the tornado. With such a close distance and such strong Phoenix power, he did not even have time to cast any spells and was swept up by the tornado, reaching up to the ninth heaven.

Seeing this scene, all of the surrounding Qi Cultivation stage disciples were dumbfounded. All of their mouths were wide open and their minds were blank.

Although the Elders were surprised, they reacted very quickly. The moment Zhang He was blown away, almost all of the Elders recovered from their surprise.

Seeing that his disciple was blown away by the tornado, Guo Yang cursed, "Bastard." His figure flashed and turned into a flash as he charged straight into the whirlwind.

Wei Peng's face was filled with shock and the eyes he looked at Han Yan with didn't seem to be looking at his own disciple at all, as if he was looking at a stranger.

In front of the palace, Daoist Master Hong's eyes flashed and then he asked Wang Meng: "Junior Brother, do you understand now?"

"No!" Wang Meng indeed did not understand, all of this had already exceeded his imagination. How could a disciple with Fifth stage of Qi Refining Stage use an attack that was around the tenth level of the Refinement Stage? Although Han Yan's previous attack was powerful, it wasn't that threatening to Zhang He. If Zhang He hadn't let his guard down and wasn't prepared in advance, he wouldn't have lost so miserably.

Daoist Master Hong said, "I just used the Clear Vision Technique to observe his body. The spiritual energy in his dantian is extremely special and pure, far surpassing our imagination. It's precisely because of this spiritual energy that it can explode with an attack power that surpasses our cultivation level by several times." It's just that I don't understand, how could a disciple who hasn't even reached one star in spiritual root be able to condense spirit energy so pure? "

Wei Peng suddenly thought of something, and said: Could it be that his physique is special?

Spiritual Master Hong Daozi did not agree with this idea, but he could not think of a better reason. He said, "I still have to say, no matter what secrets he has, it doesn't matter. As long as he is a disciple of my Tianming Sect." As the Sect Master, he values the overall situation. Han Yan has a secret on him, not only will he not ask, he will be treated as a core disciple to be groomed, with the sole purpose of being useful to me.

Saying this, Daoist Master Hong Dao changed the topic of conversation and laughed, "Junior Brother, you have done a great service for the sect. If not for you secretly arranging for him to be with an outer sect disciple, Tianming Sect would truly lack a promising disciple!" To Han Yan's talent, it was already unimportant. As long as he had the potential to improve, the sect would spare no effort to cultivate him.

Looking at Han Yan, his face was as pale as paper. He had only wanted to use the gale technique at its peak, but he did not think that he would be able to unleash a Whirlwind, and even more so did not think that the Whirlwind would drain all the spirit energy in his body the moment it appeared. If not for a warm current from the storage bag at the last moment, he probably would have fainted from the depletion of his spirit energy.

Even though that warm current kept Han Yan awake, the depletion of his spirit energy had also caused his body to feel extremely exhausted, to the point where he no longer had any strength left. Han Yan's body shook, as he gasped for breath. Suddenly, a white light flashed from beside him, and Wei Peng appeared as well. She took out a Pill from the storage bag in her bosom and handed it over to Han Yan: "Consume it."

Looking at the red pill, Han Yan was moved. This was a Pei-Yuan Dan, even the Foundation Establishment stage disciples thought of it as a treasure, but his master was actually willing to take it out. However, in the next second, when Han Yan saw that there was still a storage bag in Wei Peng's hand, the good impression that he had in his heart disappeared. So it turned out that his master had already prepared for him.

Seeing Han Yan standing there in shock, Wei Peng thought that Han Yan was too moved to speak, and laughed: "Take it! "Although I only have one pill and can't bear to give it to you, I am satisfied with your performance today."

The moment Han Yan consumed the Pill, his pale face immediately flushed red. The lost spirit energy in his body recovered at an alarming rate, and his strength returned to his body.

Seeing Han Yan stand up, Wei Peng shouted towards the front of the hall: "Sect Leader Senior Brother, Han Yan defeated Zhang He, shouldn't we give him the position of a Qi Cultivation stage Fourth Senior Brother?"

The surrounding disciples all had different expressions when they heard this. Some of them were angry, some of them were happy, and some of them even held the thought of watching a joke. They wanted to see how the Sect Leader would handle this situation. Although Han Yan's challenge was a success, anyone with a discerning eye could see that if Zhang He had not let his guard down, he would not have been blown away, and would have suffered a crushing defeat.

Just as the Sect Leader was about to answer, an angry roar came from the sky, "I object ?"