readily agreed. Everyone walked towards the foot of the mountain together.Ye Bufan deliberately slowed down, walking half a step behind Hu YaoYao. He then asked in a low voice, "YaoYao, what's with th..."Okay, the draw is complete."

Gongyang Jian announced the draw results, then said, "According to the previous rules, in the first round, Yan Shen Dian will face Lingyun Sword Sect."

Now report the names of your five disciples, and then draw lots for another round of competition.

As the old rules were already in place, both major sects didn't hesitate and submitted the disciples they had prepared long ago.

Gong Yang Jian took the ten names and made them into ten small balls. With a wave of his hand, he sent half of them to the sky above Lingyun Sword Sect, while the other five went in the opposite direction.

"Alright, let's draw lots again to decide the first match."

It has to be said, under Gong Yangjian's leadership, this great battle was fair and impartial, impeccable.

Ling Jianfei reached out and grabbed a glowing orb. He opened it, and inside were three small characters: Huo Feng Gu.

While on the other side, Huo Yan Zhi Zhang opened his palm, on which was written Lingjianfeng.

Seeing this result, everyone in the room erupted.

No one expected that as soon as the curtain rose, the young masters of the two major sects would clash.

Gong Yang Jian Mian remained calm and collected, continuing to oversee the battle.

"Alright, the draw is complete, the first round of battles begins."

After he finished speaking, his figure flashed and he disappeared from the stage, returning to his seat on the platform.

Over at the Yan Shen Temple, Huo Yan Zhi was over the moon. He patted his son on the shoulder with glee.

"Feng Gu, this round is up to you."

"Rest assured, father, I've got this round in the bag!"

Huofeng Gu was brimming with confidence, leaping onto the stage with a powerful bound.

He and Ling Jianfei were both at the initial stage of Da Luo Xian, but his strength was slightly more profound compared to theirs.

A swift victory is impossible, but once a thousand moves have been made, the opponent will inevitably be defeated.

That's why he was brimming with confidence, looking at Ling Jianfei who had just stepped onto the stage.

"Admit defeat, you still have some face left."

Ling Jianfei chuckled, his confidence was thousands of times stronger than the opponent's.

Having received guidance from the Supreme Master of Taishang, his strength had reached the middle stage of Daluo Immortal. How could he possibly be inferior to the other party

"This should be sent to you, better concede now or you'll be humiliated later!"

"Tsk!" Huifenggu sneered, "I don't know who gave you the courage to act so arrogantly towards this Young Master."

After finishing his words, he struck a pose, arms crossed before his chest, like holding a burning flame. It was the opening stance of Huo Yun Zhang, the signature technique of the Yan Shen Temple.

As Xian Yuan circulated, a scorching aura suddenly erupted from his body, causing the temperature on the stage to surge by dozens of degrees.

Seeing this, the people of the Yan Shen Hall all cheered, even Huo Yan Zhi nodded in satisfaction.

His own son is progressing very quickly, and it's estimated that he will reach the mid-stage strength in the next Four Great Sects War.

Before the applause of the crowd could even settle, Hu Fenggu suddenly flew backward like an arrow shot from a bow, crashing to the ground with a thud and sending dust flying everywhere.

"Um..."

Everyone's dumbfounded, what's going on Just posing for a moment and got taken down

There is no doubt that it was Ling Jianfei who made the move. It's a pity that his speed was too fast, and many people didn't see what happened clearly.

Huofeng's ancient chest bore a massive footprint, freshly imprinted from a solid kick. Coupled with the frustration churning in his heart, he spat out a mouthful of blood with a gasp.

He was originally prepared for a protracted war, ready to fight for three hundred rounds, but unexpectedly he was defeated in one move.

He was shocked, he was angry, he was wronged, but no matter what, he couldn't figure out what had happened.

Although he was the one involved, although he was kicked hard.

But he still didn't understand how Ling Jianfei, who was originally at a similar level of strength to him, had suddenly become so powerful.

Many people present didn't see clearly what happened, but Huo Yan Zhi did.

Ling Jianfei's outburst was extremely brief, but he still sensed the aura of a mid-stage Daluo Immortal.

He was also astonished, for the other's strength had originally been inferior to his own son's. How could it have broken through so quickly

"You... you ambushed me!"

Huofeng Gu, filled with endless anger and unwillingness, let out a roar.

He was just instantly defeated, he didn't even feel Ling Jianfei's true cultivation level now.

In their hearts, the two were evenly matched, with only a slight edge to themselves. No matter what, they couldn't bring themselves to believe that the other was stronger than them.

But now that it's come to this, we can only say the opponent ambushed us. There's no other reason I can think of.

Ling Jianfei burst into laughter, a hearty and unrestrained sound.

The two of them were old rivals, having fought for so many years without gaining any real advantage. Today, they finally managed to defeat the other, that feeling was simply exhilarating from head to toe.

"Huofeng Gu, you've already gotten into your fighting stance, and you're accusing me of a sneak attack Have some shame!"

"I..."

Huofeng's ancient face flushed red, his chest heating up, and he almost coughed out a mouthful of blood.

"Alright, settle down!"

Gongyang's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

According to the previous rules, there is no such thing as an ambush once on stage. This old man hereby announces that in the first round, Ling Jianfei from the Lingyun Sword Sect wins.

He was a special envoy sent down from above, and a powerful figure in the middle stage of the Immortal King realm. He commanded immense authority and respect at the scene.

So when these words were spoken, the room fell silent instantly. No one dared to raise any objections.

Although Huofeng Gu was filled with anger and frustration deep inside, there was nothing he could do. He had lost, and the result couldn't be changed.

He returned to his seat and looked at the remaining four of his fellow disciples.

"Hey guys, when I'm on stage later, beat the crap out of me! Make sure you get revenge for me!"

Now that the people of Yan Shen Dian are united against a common enemy, and he is the young sect master, naturally there is no shortage of flattery.

One by one, they pounded their chests, vowing revenge.

Under the hosting of Gong Yangjian, the second round of the draw began.

Huyan's expression darkened. He reached out and grabbed the second orb, opening it to reveal the three characters: Ling Jiansi.

On the other hand, Ling Jianfeng grabbed a luminous ball and drew Fire Wind Remnant from the Hall of Flame Gods.

This guy may not be the strongest, but his strength ranks among the top five contestants. He reached the middle stage of Daluo Immortal a hundred years ago.

Moreover, he was arrogant and haughty, so nobody dared to provoke him on a daily basis.

"Junior brother, wait for me. Big brother will tear that kid apart and avenge you!"

The four major sects were extremely familiar with each other, especially the top disciples. No one knew better than him what kind of strength Ling Jiansi possessed.

Huofeng jumped onto the stage with a leap, his bearing imposing. He pointed at the Lingyun Sword Sect.

Ling Jiansi stepped forward, and under everyone's gaze, his face was pale, and his legs trembled slightly.

Ling Jianfeng frowned: "What are you doing Hurry up and get on stage"

"Yes... yes!"

Ling Jiansi replied with a sound, heart pounding as he climbed onto the platform.

Seeing him like this, the people around couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Lingyun Jianzong is indeed the weakest of the Four Great Sects. It seems that my recent victory was just luck..."

"Yes, Ling Jianfei is the Sect Master's son and received special care. It's understandable that his cultivation has progressed quickly."

The others can't do it, look at this one, they're already scared stiff before even getting on stage...

"There's no way around it, that guy is a middle-stage Daluo Immortal. It's normal for the little one to be scared, if I were him, I would just admit defeat..."lan they had just discussed, in order to deal with Ye Bufan, they first needed to get him out of Tianfeng Branch. And this required Feng Xingkong to make the decision.As for his own uncle, Feng Tianxi...