C53 Nine losses in a row

Sixty thousand Ten Thousand Middle Grade Spirit Stones, adding the four hundred thousand from before, Fang Chen now had a total of a hundred Ten Thousand Middle Grade Spirit Stones, which was definitely a large amount of wealth.

Even if it was an elder of the Green Edge Sword Sect, he might not necessarily have so many Middle grade spirit stone.

Right now, Fang Chen had a lot of wealth that could cause one's hair to stand on end.

He had obtained a rank 1 cultivation technique from the Golden Wolf and two from the Black Fiend. There were a total of three low-grade cultivation techniques, a total of sixteen. If these were exchanged for spirit stones, it would be a huge number.

Fang Chen kept all of these things into his spatial ring, cleaned up the area, and then continued to rest.

On the second day, Fang Chen followed the large group of Green Edge Sword Sect and arrived at the Cyan Cloud Plaza.

Because of losing the competition, Seven Days Sect had long since returned to Seven Days Sect, they did not have the face to continue fighting.

So, there were only Green Edge Sword Sect and her disciples on the Cirrus House's plaza today.

"Master Qing Feng, this year's disciples of your Green Edge Sword Sect are not bad." Liu Feng Zong Lord said while laughing.

"The disciples of your Liu Feng Zong s are also not bad." Master Qing Feng politely said. Afterwards, the disciples of the two great sects all sat in their own areas.

To put it bluntly, Three Sects Martial Arts Competition was just a rank. Seven Days Sect had already been eliminated, only Liu Feng Zong and Liu Feng Zong were left.

After the referee announced this, the disciples from both sides began to step onto the stage one after another.

"Seize all ten matches!" This was what the Liu Feng Zong Lord had told the disciples before his departure.

After a while, the first match between the two started. The disciples of both sides started fighting without a word.

Bang Bang Bang...

The battle on the stage was very intense. The disciples of the two sides, from the beginning, were unable to do anything to each other, but after a while, the weakness of the disciples of Green Edge Sword Sect were exposed.

A moment later, the disciples of the Green Edge Sword Sect lost.

Green Edge Sword Sect lost the first match.

Next was the second round, the third round, the fourth round …

After an hour, the two sides had already gone through six matches. However, the result of these six matches was beyond everyone's expectations.

They had all lost, Green Edge Sword Sect had lost all six matches.

Originally, many warriors thought that with the strength of this year's disciples, although they could not defeat Liu Feng Zong, they would not be in such a miserable state.

The truth had ruthlessly slapped Green Edge Sword Sect in the face. The disciples of Liu Feng Zong were indeed much stronger than the disciples of Green Edge Sword Sect.

"All six matches lost."

Beneath the stage, Fang Chen looked at the icicle that was about to ascend the stage with an extremely serious expression.

At this moment, Bing Ling was standing on the martial stage. His opponent was a wretched fatty. When this fatty saw Bing Ling, his eyes constantly focused on Bing Ling.

"I like this type of ice mountain beauty the most." The fatty laughed sinisterly.

"Hmph."

Bing Ling let out a cold snort. A long sword suddenly appeared in his hand. In the next moment, the sword drew a strange arc in the air as it pierced towards Fatty.

"Windflow Fist."

The fatty shouted in a low voice. There was no trace of fear on his face. He clenched his fists tightly, and all the strength in his body was focused on his fists.

A fist was suddenly thrown forward. Immediately, a fist glow appeared and ruthlessly collided with the sword aura.

Ka-cha …

The sword light dissipated and the speed of the fist was still very fast. Finally, under the stunned gazes of the crowd, it ruthlessly collided with Bing Ling's body.

Bang

With a loud bang, Bing Ling's delicate body was directly sent flying backwards.

Fang Chen's hands were nimble and quick. He pushed off the ground with the tip of his feet and leapt out, grabbing onto the icicle that was flying down.

"Sister Bing Ling, are you alright?" Fang Chen asked.

"I'm fine."

Bing Ling's face did not look good. Adding the fact that she had lost the match, there was a hint of worry on her face.

The Liu Feng Zong's disciples had won seven consecutive matches, causing the Liu Feng Zong Master to be filled with smiles. On the contrary, the Master Qing Feng's expression was solemn.

The strongest disciples of the Liu Feng Zong, Ye Zi and Pang Jin had not come up. Once the two of them came up, even if it was Du Zhong or Fang Chen, they would not be able to stop them.

"Do we really have to lose all ten matches?" Master Qing Feng said in a low voice.

The eighth match, was Baili Ming. After a fierce battle, Baili Ming still lost to the Liu Feng Zong's disciple.

When Baili Ming lost the competition, the entire plaza was in an uproar. Countless warriors had their eyes burning with passion.

The first eight matches didn't look good at all. It was a one-sided battle.

The following matches would be a showdown between the strong and the weak. It would definitely be the most exciting battle of all.

"I wonder who will be fighting in Green Edge Sword Sect next?" A disciple asked in a soft voice.

"I think Fang Chen will go up, and Du Zhong will probably come out as the champion, right?" Another disciple said.

At this time, in the Liu Feng Zong area, Ye Zi's ice-cold eyes swept over Fang Chen, and then looked at Pang Jin who was beside him.

"Senior brother Pang Jin, I will have to trouble you to take the stage for the next match." Ye Zi said in a low voice.

Pang Jin nodded, he understood that Ye Zi did not want to fight with him, so it was Ye Zi who should not be bothered to fight with him.

"Hehe, kid, I will make you beg for death." Pang Jin laughed sinisterly, and then walked up the stage.

At this time, in the Green Edge Sword Sect area, just as Fang Chen was about to go up the stage, he suddenly realised that the one who was going up the stage was Pang Jin.

He glanced at the aloof Ye Zi, then the corner of his mouth rose, revealing a complicated smile, and turned to look at Du Zhong.

"Senior Brother Du Zhong …"

Before Fang Chen could finish, Du Zhong understood what he meant.

"Let me do it."

After Du Zhong finished speaking, he stepped onto the stage.

Seeing Du Zhong ascending the stage while Fang Chen was standing below the stage and not moving at all, Pang Jin's face was filled with an ice-cold expression.

"Bastard, you actually don't dare to go onstage." Pang Jin said coldly, and then, Pang Jin looked at Du Zhong and laughed sinisterly: "Du Zhong, although you defeated the first day and reached the eighth stage of your Qi Refinement Realm, you are unlucky to have met me, Pang Jin."

"You're not my opponent. Just admit defeat, so you won't encounter any humiliation." Pang Jin said loudly.

Hearing Pang Jin's words, the disciples of Green Edge Sword Sect gritted their teeth in hatred, but they could not do anything about it.

Even if it was Du Zhong, against Pang Jin, he didn't have the confidence to win.

"Pang Jin, do you only know how to talk? It's impossible for me to admit defeat. " Du Zhong said.

"Du Zhong, your Green Edge Sword Sect has already lost eight matches, what's the point in continuing?" Pang Jin asked.

"Hmph, if you want to stand, then fight." Du Zhong said.

"Alright, since you, Du Zhong, want to seek humiliation yourself, then don't blame me, Pang Jin."

Pang Jin let out a cold snort, and a battle axe appeared in his hand. In an instant, all of the power in his body was infused into the axe.

Roar …

A roar came out, and immediately, the axe in Pang Jin's hand erupted with an extremely tyrannical Qi, which immediately engulfed the entire stage.

"Flowing Cloud Axe Technique."

Pang Jin roared out in rage, and executed the Flowing Cloud Axe Technique. The battle axe in his hand, in the air, left behind a series of strange arcs, as a blinding light appeared from the battle axe, bringing with it a tyrannical aura as it flew towards Du Zhong.

"Asura Sword."

Seeing that, Du Zhong bellowed, and unleashed a sharp sword technique, sword after sword piercing towards Pang Jin.

Bang

Pang Jin's axe heavily smashed into Du Zhong's longsword, producing a sound of metal colliding with metal.

At this moment, Du Zhong's arm was completely numb, the web of his palm was hurting.

However, Du Zhong did not retreat immediately. Instead, he attacked instead, the long sword went around the axe and turned 180 degrees, returning back into Du Zhong's hand.

On the tip of the sword, there was a dense Sword Qi, which instantly pierced towards Pang Jin.

"You're courting death."

Seeing that, Pang Jin was enraged, he once again used the Flowing Cloud Axe, and with a bang, he blocked Du Zhong's sword attack.

In the next moment, the imposing manner of Pang Jin, who was in the middle of the eighth stage of Qi Refinement Realm, exploded forth completely as the tyrannical power directly fused into the axe.

"It's over."

Pang Jin bellowed, the axe in his hand struck at Du Zhong.

At this moment, Du Zhong could clearly feel a tyrannical aura gushing towards him. He tried his best to block it, but in the end, he was still unable to block the attack of the axe.

Ka-cha …

Du Zhong's longsword was blasted away, while his body was constantly pushed back, with traces of blood appearing on his arm.

Wielding the axe, Pang Jin's aura surged, his face full of disdain.

"Du Zhong, you are not my match." Pang Jin roared.

This was the strongest opponent he had encountered since reaching the eighth level of Qi Refinement Realm. He had thought that he would be able to fight Pang Jin head on with his own strength.

However, the result made Du Zhong unable to accept it.

Even though he was also at the eighth level of Qi Refinement Realm, he was actually unable to block Pang Jin's axe art.

"I refuse to accept this."

Du Zhong's heart, was filled with unwillingness. In his heart, he furiously roared.

In the next moment, Du Zhong brandished the sword in his hand again, and the Asura Sword Skill was unleashed.

"Asura Sword Skill, Ultimate Sword."

Du Zhong roared out, and the sharp Asura Sword Skill was instantly unleashed. Sword beams that filled the sky intertwined together, forming a terrifying sword net.

"Hmph, petty tricks."

Seeing that, Pang Jin sneered, he waved the battle axe in his hand, and a majestic power instantly surged out from the battle axe.

"Break."

Pang Jin shouted as he slashed the sword net with his axe.

Ka-cha …

The sword net was instantly destroyed by the axe. Pang Jin's axe had shattered the sword net, and in the next moment it flew towards Du Zhong.

Below the stage, Fang Chen looked at Du Zhong worriedly and shook his head slightly: "Pang Jin is much stronger than Senior Brother Du Zhong."

Boom …

As Pang Jin brandished his axe, the battle outcome was confirmed.

A loud sound was heard, Du Zhong's body flew out, and lost the match.

"Hmph, even if you have reached the eighth level of Qi Refinement Realm, you still aren't qualified to be so arrogant in front of me." Pang Jin sneered.

Du Zhong had lost the competition, causing the entire plaza to be in an uproar.

"Pang Jin is too terrifying, he doesn't even have the chance to retaliate."

"That's right, Liu Feng Zong has always been the strongest sect in the Greencloud Country, and is unshakable."

"If the number one disciple of the Green Edge Sword Sect loses, who can resist the might of the Liu Feng Zong's disciples?"