Fang Qingyang swept across the audience with a smile on his face, "I'm going to ask, is there anyone else who wants to challenge me?" He has many enemies, including Wei Mansion, Yun Mansion, the other three academies, and Jiang Ding's family. As soon as these words came out, there was a commotion in the audience. Everyone whispered to each other, sighing at Fang Qingyang's strength. How much confidence does it take to stand directly on stage and challenge the audience? Zhou Heng was dead, and his body was still lying on the field, which was very miserable. This scene gave everyone a great shock. Therefore, no one chose to challenge the opponent for a while. They were not stupid. There was no need to confront Fang Qingyang head-on at the beginning. It was better to wait until later. Fang Qingyang looked around and found that no one came up to challenge him, so he slowly walked down the ring. "Well done!"
Meng Huan excitedly stretched out his hand and patted Fang Qingyang on the shoulder, "I got off to a good start by winning the eighth place on the Talent List. I only need to win one more game and you will definitely be in the top five..." Speaking of this, he suddenly thought that top five was not enough for Fang Qingyang. Even the top three are not enough! He wants to be first! As for the group of monks brought by Zhou Heng, they dispersed as early as the moment he was killed. They all got together because of their interests. After Zhou Heng died and the backbone was gone, they naturally dispersed. Poor Zhou Heng, he was so ambitious at first that he wanted to come to the Sword Dynasty to carve out a piece of the sky, he wanted to cling to Lu Ningwei and Jiang Ding, and be the one who had everything going for him, but he died before he left the army. He was killed on the spot by Fang Qingyang in the ring and became a laughing stock! Soon, the next game begins. Tang Yueyue goes to battle! Fang Qingyang raised his face and looked at her. Tang Yueyue was still so beautiful, with a graceful figure and elegant manners, making people unable to take their eyes away. "like?" Old man Ye was joking next to him. "Don't talk nonsense, I already have a senior sister." Fang Qingyang was serious. "Would you like some more face?" Old Man Ye curled his lips, "If you want Su Xiaoyu to fall in love with you, you are not enough as you are right now, far from enough! To say the least, even if she really falls in love with you, the family behind her will not agree. ” Fang Qingyang retorted, "What you said is contradictory. Her family is so powerful, how could she be allowed to come to the Zihe Sect for two years just for your inheritance?" "Brat!"
Old Man Ye was furious, "Do you think my inheritance is weak? Qingcang Sword Technique and Qingtian Sword were the most powerful ones in the Sword Dynasty back then! You don't understand, I won't tell you more!" "Hey, don't be angry. For the sake of me being about to defeat Sikong Teng and be proud of you, just tell me!" Fang Qingyang's eyes lit up, and he realized there was something hidden in this. "The Qingtian Sword itself is of higher quality than this, but I just don't have the ability to repair it." Old Man Ye said word by word, "Qingcang Sword Art is indeed not particularly strong, it is just a sword art at the level of superior magical powers, but... it is just an introduction, an introduction to practicing more powerful sword techniques! With these two in my hands, even if I can become a prince, I won't be able to go very far, but it's different in Su Xiaoyu's hands." "An introduction to powerful swordsmanship?" Fang Qingyang was obviously more interested in this, "What level of swordsmanship is it?" "Emperor level." Old man Ye glanced at Fang Qingyang, who was thoughtful. He gritted his teeth, "I said emperor level, why are you not shocked? Do you know what emperor level is?" But soon, Old Man Ye saw the Dragon Emperor Sword behind Fang Qingyang. He coughed dryly and touched his nose in embarrassment, "I almost forgot that you have this sword with you. Even the Emperor level is not rare for you. !” "It turns out there is such a secret." Fang Qingyang's eyes lit up, "Master, I have another question. Over the past few days, I have heard that you highly praise the family behind Su Xiaoyu. What kind of existence is she?" "Don't pry, it won't do you any good." Old Man Ye smiled. "What if I have to ask?" Fang Qingyang was unwilling to give in. "In such a huge sword dynasty, there will be one more sad person." Old man Ye laughed. Fang Qingyang silently raised her middle finger to him. How much do you look down on yourself? "Boy, you have finally gained a firm foothold in the second level of the Great Wilderness Divine Sword Technique. Now you can enter the space within the sword to practice. There are many benefits to practicing in it, and it will be very helpful for your enlightenment and improvement." At this time, a middle-aged man's voice came from the Dragon Emperor Sword. Fang Qingyang was overjoyed. He had been waiting for this sentence for a long time. When he first arrived at the second heaven, he asked the other party when he could enter the sword, but at that time the middle-aged man said that he had just been promoted and his foundation was unstable and he had to slow down. Unexpectedly, the relief lasted so long. "Then can I go in and practice now?" Fang Qingyang rubbed his hands and asked.
"In the second heaven, you can send your consciousness to practice. The main body will maintain its posture and fall into a deep sleep, but you can choose to return at any time. Everything you gain from the consciousness training will be fed back to the main body." The middle-aged man said, "Come on, it's time for you to see how huge the space is inside the sword." "The game is too boring, I'll take a nap first..." Fang Qingyang quickly opened his mouth to explain to the people around him in advance, fearing that they would take the initiative to wake him up later. "brush!" The next moment, Fang Qingyang felt his consciousness enter the sword. His eyes went dark at first, and then the surrounding scenes slowly emerged. This is a dark, cloudy sky, with visibility only within a radius of 100 meters. Looking into the distance, there is only endless chaos, which is impossible to see through or perceive. In front, the middle-aged man still looks the same, wearing a long robe and a single horn on his forehead. He put his hands behind his back and looked at Fang Qingyang with a smile, "How is this place?" Under his feet is a square, paved with neat stones. There are four huge stone pillars rising into the sky at the four corners of the square. They are of different colors, like totems, and various patterns are engraved on them. At the top of the stone pillars, each of them condenses a torrential force, twisting and distorting. The power of these four light balls is completely different, and I don't know what they are for. "Boom!" The next moment, Fang Qingyang clearly felt that the terrifying spiritual energy was drilling into his body, which was completely unreasonable and arrogant, penetrating his heart. He was actually pushed by this breath to float up, immersed in the ocean composed entirely of spiritual energy, and in this process, the speed of improvement was extremely exaggerated. Even the most core cultivation place in the Tianling Vein could not compare with this place! "Is this the horror in the Dragon Emperor Sword?" Fang Qingyang muttered to himself. If he could practice in this environment for a long time, his demand for spiritual stones could be further reduced, thus saving money to buy spiritual weapons, spiritual patterns, elixirs and other cultivation resources. Not long after Fang Qingyang was promoted to the seventh level of Yuandan Realm, under the impact of this sea of spiritual energy, he actually felt the desire to be promoted again.