Song Qing sighed, regained consciousness in his eyes, and said: "Junior brother Yang Ran, your sword skills are mysterious and unpredictable, and your speed is so fast. Among all the outer disciples, I have only seen it in the hands of the Kuang Zhan Sword and Iron War Sword.

With your strength, there is absolutely hope that you can compete with the sword of mad war and the iron sword. I will lose in your hands, no injustice, no injustice...!"

After saying this, the gloomy look on Song Qing's face disappeared, and he jumped down directly and left the duel stage.

The disciples under the duel stage were once again shocked.

Yang Ran forced Song Qing back two steps with each strike. With only ten strikes, he forced Song Qing back from the center of the duel stage to the edge of the duel stage.

With the last blow, Song Qing had no way to retreat and blocked Yang Ran's blow. As a result, he was stabbed in the center by Yang Ran's knife and was defeated by Yang Ran's men.

With only ten swords, he was defeated by Yang Ran. Moreover, Yang Ran's sword had not been unsheathed yet, and he only used about seven levels of strength!

How could the disciples not be shocked by such a result?

The strength of the seventh level is only the speculation of the disciples. Yang Ran's whole person is as deep as the ocean. How much strength he has really shown cannot be seen by others, only he knows it.

Not only the ordinary outer disciples, the genius disciples with the seventh level of bone tempering and the eighth level of spiritual cultivation, but also the giant disciples with the ninth level of spiritual cultivation, all had shocked expressions on their faces, with disbelief in their eyes.

Song Qing, who was defeated, did not look decadent or resentful at all. It can be seen that in this battle, he was convinced of Yang Ran's defeat and did not feel embarrassed.

Because when a disciple of a giant with the same strength as him encountered Yang Ran, he would only end up with the same fate. It was not that Song Qing's strength was too low, but that Yang Ran's strength was too high.

far away!

Zhao Zaihua's eyes were filled with excitement, and his fighting spirit was soaring into the sky. He said silently in his heart: "It is indeed getting more and more interesting. This kid really has some skills. Yang Ran, please stay up for two more days. Finally,

If you fall into my hands, let me break your bones with my own hands and make your life worse than death!"

Zhou Ming looked at Yang Ran from afar, his face was gloomy, and there seemed to be anger gushing out of his eyes. Around him, there were many talented disciples of the eighth level of spiritual gathering, and even giants of the ninth level of spiritual cultivation.

The top disciple is here.

Zhou Ming said to several giant-level disciples with ninth-level spiritual cultivation beside him: "Whoever encounters Yang Ran, beat him to a cripple, break his dog legs, and beat all the bones in his body."

broken!"

"Yes, Senior Brother Zhou." Six or seven giant-level disciples nodded.

Zhou Ming gritted his teeth, glanced at Hua Shixian who had a pretty face full of worry in the attic, clenched his fist loudly, and said coldly: "It's best to torture him to death in front of everyone!

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The martial arts training ground of the outer gate is located on a mountain peak opposite the peak. An elegant attic is built in the direction directly opposite the martial arts performance ground. From the attic, one can have a panoramic view of the martial arts performance field of the outer gate on the opposite mountain peak from a distance.

In the attic, there sat a girl about fifteen years old and an old man with white beard and white hair.

Both of them cast their gazes on the opposite mountain peak and the outer martial arts arena.

This girl has slender legs, her skin is as white as jade, and her face is delicate and perfect. She is the Fairy of Flowers and Poems.

"Grandpa, how about Yang Ran? He is only at the sixth level of Houling Realm, and he has the strength to defeat the ninth level of spiritual warriors. Although the disciple of the eighth level of spiritual gathering is not too strong, but for the Houling Realm,

A sixth-level warrior is like a peak that can only be looked up to. Yang Ran can cross two realms to defeat him, which is very powerful, but why does he want to challenge the entire outer disciples? He also beats the drum of honor and disgrace of life and death."

Hua Shixian's eyes returned from the martial arts field on the opposite mountain peak and fell on the old man opposite.

The old man was Old Man Hua. He raised his right hand, touched his beard, and said, "Xian'er, how much strength do you think he used?"

Hua Shixian said: "He didn't even take out the sword. He should have used 70% of his strength, at least 60%!"

Old Man Hua shook his head and smiled without saying a word.

Hua Shixian was surprised: "Grandpa, is it possible that Yang Ran is so powerful that he only used 50% of his strength?"

Old Man Hua said: "I'm afraid we haven't even used the fifth floor."

"How is that possible!"

Hua Shixian exclaimed: "If he hasn't even used the fifth level, doesn't he have the strength to compete with several top disciples in the ninth level of spiritual cultivation?"

After a second thought, Hua Shixian's beautiful eyes were clear, a flash of bright moonlight flashed through her, and she said coquettishly: "Grandpa, since Yang Ran has so much potential, can't you help him?"

Old Man Hua said: "A real eagle should fly in the vast sky. The flowers in the greenhouse cannot adapt to the wind and rain after all. This boy is extraordinary. He has his own way to go. Don't interfere with him.

Maybe we can go further than the arranged path."

Hua Shixian's eyes were slightly shocked. This was the first time he heard his grandfather praise a person like this. Even Li Sizhe, the first disciple of the inner sect, who is known as an unparalleled genius rarely seen in Biyun Sect for a century, his grandfather's evaluation was only

It's a good sentence, but it's far different from Yang Ran's comment.

Hua Shixian was dressed in white and had a slightly pouty pink lips. She shook Old Man Hua's arm and said, "Grandpa, please help Yang Ran..."

Old Man Hua touched his beard, his mung bean-like eyes rolled around, and he suddenly covered his stomach and said, "Oh? Why do you have a stomachache all of a sudden? Maybe you ate something bad in the morning, I'll leave first."

After saying this, a pair of wings suddenly appeared from Old Man Hua's back. This pair of wings was completely condensed with true energy, became translucent, and was ten feet long. With a beat of the true energy wings, he soared into the sky instantly and headed towards the Biyun Sect.

The peak flew away and soon disappeared.

…

Fu Wenjun was Zhou Ming's disciple whose strength was second only to Lin Feng's. He kept Yang Zhouming's instructions in mind and wanted to teach Yang Ran a lesson for Zhou Ming as soon as possible.

Elder Zhan's still cold voice sounded: "The battle of life and death, honor and humiliation, the 126th match between Fu Wenjun and Yang Ran!"

"Senior Brother Fu Wenjun's strength is far from comparable to that of Song Qing. Neither Song Qing nor the two Song Qings are necessarily the opponents of Senior Brother Fu Wenjun. Senior Brother Fu Wenjun is a disciple of the ninth level of the Houling Realm."

"It seems that this is the end of Yang Ran's challenge to the entire Biyun Sect's outer sect."

"That's not necessarily true, if Senior Brother Yang Ran defeats Senior Brother Fu Wenjun."

"Are you kidding? Senior Brother Fu Wenjun once killed two bandits with ninth-level spiritual cultivation in the Houling Realm at once. His strength is not comparable to that of ordinary warriors with ninth-level spiritual cultivation."

…

Yang Ran met Fu Wenjun, who was at the ninth level of Houling Realm, and all the outer disciples immediately exclaimed. The battle was already boiling over before it even started.
Chapter completed!