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The Xuan Feng Family took up a huge amount of space. Inside, there were many courtyards, and the arrangement was extremely ingenious. It was pleasing to the eyes, and one could see how wealthy the Xuan Feng Family was.

Moments later, everyone arrived at the Black Wind Family's Guest Hall. At this time, the sky slowly darkened.

After welcoming everyone to their seats, the Black Wind Poplar took its seat and began chatting with the crowd. It was obviously more friendly towards the disciples of the Xuan Dao Sect since the Xuan Feng Family was attached to the Xuan Dao Sect. Towards the stars, the Mystic Wind Yang was full of praise, but didn't say much to the disciples of the School of Ten Thousand Swords. After all, the disciples that came to Black Abyss City were not the elites of the elites.

Bi Wan sat on Yi Feng's right while Xue Yue sat on his left. It was impossible for anyone to not notice him, especially when Du Bin and Xingchen's gazes were fixed on the two beauties beside Yi Feng. They would occasionally look at Yi Feng with both envy and jealousy.

Of course, Yi Feng could feel the gazes of Du Bin and Xingchen, but if these two beauties wanted to sit beside him, Yi Feng could do nothing about it.

It was at this time that the Black Wind Poplar noticed Yi Feng. This youth had been silent all this time, exuding a sense of calmness that completely didn't match his age.

Unconsciously, Xuan Feng Yang used his perception to examine the youth's cultivation. However, the next moment, he was shocked to find that he didn't know the depth of this youth at all.

It was only then that the Black Wind Yang realized that this inconspicuous youth named Bai San was not simple. He immediately transmitted to the Black Wind Wuji below, "Wuji, who is that white-robed youth below?"

"This young man is called Yi Feng. I have never heard of him. However, he is one of the Seven Scions of Clear Spring. He is cultivating on the peak of Clear Spring Peak." Although Xuan Feng did not know why his father asked about Yi Feng, he still told him about Yi Feng's cultivation, but he had forgotten to mention Yi Feng's cultivation level.

"He lives at the top of Clear Spring Peak. Who is this young man?" Just as he was thinking about the origins of Yi Feng, there were people standing up from the ground below.

This person had a handsome face with long black hair, making him look rather handsome. He was one of the disciples of the Myriad Sword Sect. His name was Sun Qian, 19 years old, and he was an Elementary Warrior.

"Patriarch Xuan Feng, how can we enjoy this feast without a show?" Sun Qian stood up and cupped his hands towards Mystique Wind Yang.

"Then what does nephew have to suggest?" The Black Wind Poplar's eyebrow twitched as it asked curiously.

"How about you allow me to spar with this little brother for a while and treat it as an aid to everyone." Sun Qian smiled and pointed at Yi Feng.

After Xue Yue fanned the disciples of the Myriad Sword Sect, the disciples of the Myriad Sword Sect were extremely dissatisfied with the disciples of the Myriad Sword Sect. After entering Black Lake City, the Mysterious Wind Sect was evidently more enthusiastic about the disciples of the Myriad Sword Sect.

The young man in the white robe was the youngest in the Xuan Dao Sect, so his cultivation should be the lowest. Someone from the Ten Thousand Sword Sect wanted to take revenge, so they could only use Yi Feng.

Ouyang Long had originally asked Ouyang Long about this before Sun Qian had even stood up, but he hadn't objected. Ouyang Long didn't know what this youth's cultivation level was, so it would be best if his junior brother went ahead and gave it a try.

"Oh, Nephew Sun's words are reasonable, but I don't know if Nephew Yi is willing or not?" Xuan Feng Yang did not expect Sun Qian to challenge Yi Feng, so he made up his mind. This was the best chance to know the young man's cultivation level.

Yi Feng was so depressed that he vomited blood. He didn't provoke anyone, so why didn't he just find someone to compete with? However, since the other party had come looking for him, Yi Feng did not retreat. He said coldly, "How would you like to compete?"

"I'm just sparring with your kung fu skills. What do you think, Brother Yi?" Sun Qian mocked. In the face of such a young martial artist, Sun Qian had the ability to toy with him.

"Whatever." Yi Feng stood up and said.

"This place isn't suitable for us to take action, please follow me outside the courtyard." The Mysterious Wind Yang smiled and arranged for the servants to move all the food and wine into the courtyard.

After a while, everyone sat back down and Yi Feng and Sun Qian stood in the middle of the courtyard.

"Please do not hurt our friendship, my two nephew." After all, the two of them represented different forces. If something were to happen in the Black Wind Family, the Black Wind Family would not be able to explain themselves to the two forces.

After Xuan Feng finished speaking, he looked at the Xuan Dao Sect's disciples. Not a single one of them had a surprised expression on their faces. Could it be that they completely believed this white-robed youth?

Yu DaoShu and company believed in Yi Feng completely. After all, after the battle between Yi Feng and Du Bin, no one treated Yi Feng as a Junior Warrior. This youngster was able to withstand Du Bin's attacks and remained undefeated. Even Du Bin himself had to admit that Yi Feng was definitely a freak. A Junior Warrior was actually able to last so long under his lead.

The two of them stood in the middle and did not act immediately. Instead, they stared at each other.

Sun Qian had a look of disdain on his face as he slowly released his aura. Under Sun Qian's control, he pressed down on Yi Feng. In Sun Qian's opinion, just in terms of his imposing manner, he could make this youth kneel before him and admit defeat.

At the moment when Sun Qian's aura was bearing down on him, Yi Feng did not move an inch. However, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, showing a hint of ridicule. Comparing aura with his own was simply courting death.

Looking at Yi Feng's calm expression, everyone was puzzled. Did Yi Feng not feel Sun Qian's aura? Even the onlookers could feel that Sun Qian was emitting an aura. It was indeed the aura of a Perfection Warrior.

Compared to the astonishment of the crowd, the Xuan Dao Sect's disciples could only be described as aghast. They knew Yi Feng's real cultivation level. A beginner warrior actually completely disregarded the aura of a high-level warrior. It was simply inconceivable.

As if he had seen Yi Feng's mockery, Sun Qian's eyes turned cold. He released his aura without restraint, wanting to suppress this young man.

However, in the next moment, Sun Qian was completely stunned. Yi Feng did not seem to feel his presence at all as his face was filled with indifference. How was this possible? Could it be that this young man's cultivation had reached the Martial Master realm?

Since the other party wanted to compete with him in momentum, he would show him what momentum was. Yi Feng's eyes flashed as he looked at Sun Qian. An extremely powerful aura burst out from his body, as if it had condensed into reality, and swept towards Sun Qian.

At this moment, the entire audience was shocked. Even an ordinary grandmaster wouldn't be able to do such a thing. Who in the world was this young man? Everyone was filled with questions.

As an opponent, Sun Qian had a deeper feeling than others at this moment. A huge pressure came from him. Sun Qian could not help but be shocked: "Is this still an imposing manner?"