Just after a group of monks in the Qi training stage of the sect looked at each other, a thin young man wearing gray and thick-sized clothes and a bit of dish on his face walked out.

The man flew onto the ring, holding a long sword in his hands, bowed to Chu Feng and said, "Li Sanhuai, who is in the eighth level of Qi training, is the weakest among the ten brothers this time. I would like to ask fellow Taoist Chu Feng for advice."

As soon as this person finished speaking, Chu Feng suddenly felt angry - he had already reached the peak of Qi training, but the other party only sent a cultivator from the eighth level of Qi training to fight, which was simply despising him!

Chu Feng thought, and his expression on his face became ferocious: "Okay! Since you are coming up to die, then Chu will give you a ride!"

After Chu Feng finished speaking, the Thousand Ghost Banners in his hand danced, and thousands of ghosts appeared around him. At the same time, Chu Feng reached out and touched the body refining bag on his waist. Another six human-shaped zombies with a strength of about seventh level of Qi training appeared, and rushed towards Li Sanhuai with teeth and claws.

Seeing this, Li Sanhuai was not panicked and did not use the sword technique. He held the swords with his hands, and his body was like a swimming snake, constantly moving towards Chu Feng's position. Under his control, two swords, one green and one white, only the tip of the sword had some spiritual power, but while constantly passing through, they continued to harvest the surrounding ghosts.

Chu Feng quickly used his spiritual power and controlled the six zombies to surround Li Sanhuai.

Li Sanhuai's movements remained unchanged. As the six zombies were getting closer and closer, the two sword lights in his hand suddenly flashed, as if they suddenly became longer. Immediately afterwards, he saw the heads of the six zombies flying up at the same time, and then broke into two pieces from his chest, and stopped moving.

"How is this... possible?" Chu Feng was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly used the escape technique, first escaped for a distance, then recited the mantra, and condensed a needle-like spiritual power in the air, and stabbed towards Li Sanhuai - but it was Ghost Needle Rain.

Li Sanhuai still kept dancing with his two swords. When the ghost needle rain approached, the two swords suddenly stopped, then blocked in front of him, and opened the outer space with force again. It turned out that at this moment, Li Sanhuai blocked all the ghost needles!

Immediately afterwards, Li Sanhuai wandered with two swords again, and suddenly accelerated his steps and rushed straight to Chu Feng.

With a sword, Chu Feng's ghost fire shield blocking him was like a window paper and was pierced directly. Then, Chu Feng's head flew up.

As soon as Chu Feng died, the ghosts controlled by the Thousand Ghost Banners lost control and collided aimlessly, and soon flew out of the ring.

On the stage, only the thin Li Sanhuai was left.

Li Sanhuai took the two swords behind him and said in a calm tone: "Defending opponents of this level, some sword techniques in the mundane world are enough. It is too wasteful to use the sect's sword-controlling technique."

As soon as Li Sanhuai said this, there was a burst of curses.

The gap between the disciples in the Qi training stage was too small, and then the outer disciples of the Yinhun Sect jumped onto the ring to fight. After only a few rounds, they were cut off by Li Sanhuai. Li Sanhuai only used one sword technique from beginning to end, and did not even use the sword technique.

Next, the Yinhun Sect each fought for more than a dozen disciples in the Foundation Establishment and Qi Training stage. Unfortunately, the strength of these disciples who stayed in the Yinhun Sect was still far behind the elites of the same sect.

Zhu Han and Zhu Han behind Zhengyi Sect were defeated and injured by the disciples of the Yinhun Sect, and surrendered. However, a monk from the top of the Foundation Establishment Stage was sent in Zhengyi Sect. The disciples of the Yinhun Sect present were all unable to help but not opponents at all. This is because all the masters in the Yinhun Sect Battle Hall went to the battlefield of good and evil, and the disciples of the War Hall who stayed here were just some novices. If there were a few war hall monks who were good at fighting here, the situation would be different.

The battle in the foundation-building stage has made some progress, but as for the battle at the Qi training stage, there is no progress at all.

The Li Sanhuai relied on the double-sword sword technique, which made the Qi-refining disciples in the Yinhun Sect helpless.

After a few more battles, the disciples of the Yinhun Sect finally knew the difference between them and these people. They were all silent, with shame on their faces, and no one was on the ring again-

These monks from Zhengyi Sect are afraid that they are all those with extremely strong combat capabilities in their sects. It is normal for these ordinary disciples to fight.

The disciples all looked ashamed, and the ancestors were gritting their teeth with hatred, wishing they could step forward and kill these people from the first sect cleanly. Dugu Long's face was dark and blue, and he was obviously very angry. The ancestor of the Heaven was also gritting his teeth, but from his expression, it was at least normal. At this time, the Soul-Devouring Ancestor was on his face full of abscesses, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Seeing that the disciples brought by his subordinates won consecutive victories, Du Jingtian couldn't help but laugh and said, "Master Dugu, it seems that the strength of the disciples of the sect is slightly insufficient! It seems that the disciples of the sect have no fighting spirit at this time. If no one is on the court, then I will win in one place!"

Dugu Long said coldly: "Are you too anxious for Fellow Daoist Du? There are several disciples in my Yinhun Sect who have not arrived yet. When they arrive, I will talk about the outcome. Wouldn't it be even better?"

Many ancestors of the Golden Pill Stage of the Yinhun Sect died, and several powerful cultivators who had been trapped at the peak of foundation building for a long time were asked to sit in the death gate. If the sect had not encountered a great disaster, these people would not have come out of the gate. This time, the Yinhun Sect encountered such a thing, which was also a problem of face. As long as those people appeared, they would have a considerable winning rate!

This is also Dugu Long’s real reliance! It is also his confidence to dare to agree to this arena battle!

As for the level of the Qi training period, Dugu Long has basically given up.

All disciples in Qi training stage with some strength are basically trained after relocating to Glacier Island and have all built foundations. In the entire sect, disciples in Qi training stage are the weakest link! Although they are unwilling to admit it, in fact, this is indeed the case.

Du Jingtian laughed and said, "Since Dugu Sect is mainly waiting, I have no objection! However, now there seems to be a cultivator here in the sect. Maybe he is not weaker than the disciples under my command... If she is willing to take action, I am just a non-knowing disciple who practices the secret technique of Yin-Yang Taixuan Sensing, and should not be his opponent!"

As Du Jingtian spoke, his eyes fell lightly on Hu Meier.

The eyes were shrouded in this moment, and although there was no substantial murderous intent, Hu Meier still trembled all over.

Immediately afterwards, the Soul-Devouring Ancestor immediately protected Hu Meier and cursed angrily: "You old bastard! My disciple has only been practicing for a year and a half, so how could he go on this shitty stage? Humph! Old bastard, after dozens or hundreds of years, even if my disciple fights together, that's fine!"
Chapter completed!