Chapter 42: Battle at the Ninth Level of the Spiritual Pill Realm

Five disciples?

Fang Wang raised his eyebrows, curious in his heart. Besides him, Zhou Xue and Gu Li, are there two more disciples of Di Yuan Bao Ling?

This made him curious about the next battle.

After Zhou Xue was replaced, the second vein lost another game, and its peak master directly gave up and did not let the last two people go on stage.

Until the evening, there was finally a peak challenging the third vein, but this time, Yang Yuanzi interrupted Li Yu and asked other disciples to go on stage first, leaving Fang Wang at the end.

This arrangement is to allow Fang Wang to recover to his peak state as much as possible, and at the same time give other disciples a chance to perform.

The other participating disciples of the third vein all smiled, and they were also worried that Fang Wang would block all opponents alone and leave them no chance to go on stage.

The nine veins battle is to win glory for the peaks, and the number of personal wins is related to the next big opportunity, and they all want to fight.

The first to go on stage was Zhou Bo, who was defeated after a hundred rounds, but fortunately he was not seriously injured. The second to go on stage was the eldest senior brother Li Yu, who was at the seventh level of the Spiritual Pill Realm and had won three games in a row before losing.

Li Yu's performance did not surprise the disciples of the various sects, and they all felt that it was as it should be. The peak masters sighed slightly and were a little disappointed with Li Yu.

Fang Wang knew that Li Yu was more than two hundred years old, but he was still at the Spiritual Pill Realm, which was enough to prove that his qualifications were average.

The third to go on stage was Gu Li, and the disciple who defeated Li Yu was replaced by the other peak master. Gu Li, relying on the Earth Yuan Baoling and the Five Saints Swordsmanship passed down by the Gu family, amazed the whole city. Even though he was at the Plastic Spirit Realm, he defeated the opponent at the first level of the Spiritual Pill Realm.

Each sect has its own inherited skills and spells, but the children of aristocratic families like Gu Li all have their own skills and inheritance. They joined the Taiyuan Sect more for the resources controlled by the nine major sects.

There were many sword cultivators among the disciples who had come on stage before, but they were not as pure as Gu Li. With the gorgeous Five Saints Sword Technique, Gu Li's name began to spread.

The opponents behind were all below the second level of the Spiritual Pill Realm, and there were even disciples in the Soul-Shaping Realm, which made Fang Wang suspect that Yang Yuanzi had greeted the opponent.

After winning three games in a row, Gu Li was replaced. After that, there were wins and losses in the battles. In the end, the third vein kept the current ranking, which made the disciples of each vein realize that the third vein had really risen.

In the next three days, Fang Wang did not appear, while the other disciples had already made their moves, and they were all challenged by the peaks ranked behind in turn, and in the end, the third vein stabilized its ranking.

The battles in these three days were very exciting, basically the battles of the top five peaks. The second vein also had a genius of Earth Yuan Bao Ling, and he was in the Spiritual Pill Realm.

The man's name was Ye Xiang. He had been a disciple for fourteen years. He did not participate in the previous nine veins battle, and did not appear in the battles a few days ago, so his reputation had never been prominent. This time, he won seven games in a row and became famous in Taiyuanmen.

The second vein he represented maintained the second place and could not beat the first vein, but the vein peaks behind them could not beat them either.

The first vein completely swept the second vein, and the second vein also swept the other vein peaks...

On the morning of the sixth day, another vein peak challenged the first vein, and this time it was Lu Yuanjun who took action.

Lu Yuanjun won nine consecutive victories in one breath, and each battle was within two moves. He didn't even move his feet. He looked more at ease than Fang Wang, and his opponent was stronger than the opponent Fang Wang faced.

Although Lu Yuanjun won quickly, his opponent was hardly injured. He was just quickly sealed and had to give up helplessly.

In this way, Lu Yuanjun also won nine games and locked the last nine seats. After that, he no longer appeared and handed it over to other disciples.

At noon that day, Yang Yuanzi took advantage of the end of the battle between the two veins and immediately said: "The third vein, challenge the first vein!"

As soon as this was said, the whole city was excited!

The third vein, which had been dormant for several days, finally rushed towards a higher ranking, and this time it directly challenged the first vein!

The disciples watching the battle were not looking forward to the results of the third vein, but Fang Wang's move. Facing the strongest first vein, the third vein would certainly send Fang Wang, otherwise there would be no fight!

"Fang Wang, you go first." Yang Yuanzi ordered directly.

Fang Wang nodded, and with the encouragement of his fellow disciples, he walked to the edge of the tower. He was excited. There were many masters in the first vein, and he wanted to challenge Lu Yuanjun the most to see how big the gap between him and Lu Yuanjun was.

However, at this moment, the whole city was in an uproar, because someone in the attic of the first vein jumped onto the fighting platform.

"Why is it him!"

Li Yu exclaimed in surprise, his tone full of frustration.

Fang Wang looked closely and saw a man in blue standing on the fighting platform. His long hair was tied behind his head with a straw rope. His facial features were handsome, but the stubble on his face made him look unkempt, giving people a sense of laziness.

"Xu Lang, ninth level of the Spiritual Pill Realm, top-grade Xuanyuan Baoling, is the disciple second only to Lu Yuanjun in the First Clan, the former first disciple of the First Clan, and the former number one genius of Taiyuan Sect. He gave up his position after being defeated by Lu Yuanjun. Brother Fang, you must be careful!" Zhou Bo said quickly, briefly introducing the other party's background.

Ninth level of the Spiritual Pill Realm!

Fang Wang was not only not frightened, but also excited.

Good timing!

He jumped up, like a white crane passing by, and landed lightly on the fighting stage.

Xu Lang put his right hand on the bamboo stick at his waist. He raised his chin, looked at Fang Wang with contempt, and said with a smile: "Junior Brother Fang, Lu Yuanjun said you are very strong. I hope you won't let me down."

Fang Wang raised his right arm horizontally, and the Tiangong Halberd condensed and appeared under his palm. He took it and answered: "I will do my best, but I also hope that Senior Brother Xu will not blame me for losing to me."

The thirty-two golden mirrors can not only reflect the picture, but also spread the conversation of the disciples on the stage. Hearing the conversation between the two, everyone felt the gunpowder.

A female disciple of the first lineage said to Zhou Xue with a smile: "Your clansman is very confident."

Zhou Xue smiled and said: "He is only nineteen years old, and he is at the peak of his spirit. If he is not confident now, when will he be confident?"

Nineteen years old!

The faces of the disciples of the first lineage changed slightly, only Lu Yuanjun still kept smiling, he seemed to be looking forward to Fang Wang's performance.

Facing Fang Wang's domineering response, Xu Lang snorted coldly and pulled out the bamboo stick from his waist. There was actually a long sword in the bamboo stick.

Without saying a word, Xu Lang threw the bamboo sword fiercely, and the cold light flashed. Its speed was not inferior to the speed of Fang Wang throwing the Tiangong Ji before, and it was even faster!

Fang Wang's eyes condensed, and the Tiangong Ji in his hand was fired like a heavy artillery, with a roar that tore everything apart.

Boom!

At the moment when the two weapons collided, the bamboo sword burst out with extremely powerful sword energy, shaking the fighting stage!

Fang Wang and Xu Lang stepped out almost at the same time. Even though Fang Wang stepped on the Jueying Step, when he held the Tiangong Ji, Xu Lang also held the hilt of the bamboo sword. You must know that Xu Lang moved farther.

The two held their respective weapons. Fang Wang swung the halberd with one hand, with great force and strength. Xu Lang dodged nimbly, flew into the air, and turned around to swing the sword at Fang Wang.

The two engaged in a fierce close combat, the sound of halberds and swords intersecting one after another, the blades shining, and the cold light shining.

Their movements were so fast that they crossed back and forth within a radius of five meters. The disciples below the Lingdan realm could not see clearly at all, which also caused the whole city to be quiet, and the spectators were afraid of missing every moment.

The disciples of the third vein were sweating for Fang Wang, and the disciples of the first vein were surprised.

"Brother Xu has a top-grade magic weapon in his hand. He spent millions of contributions to exchange for it!"

"This shows that Fang Wang's natal treasure spirit is of a very high grade, and it is very likely to be a ground-based treasure spirit."

"It must be a ground-based treasure spirit. Compare it with Ye Xiang and you will know!"

"At the age of nineteen, he can fight against the ninth level of the Lingdan realm. You must know that Brother Xu is not an ordinary person. He is also a genius."

"No wonder Brother Lu said that he is better than us. It's a pity that such a genius didn't enter our first vein?"

Zhou Xue looked at Fang Wang's performance, her mouth slightly raised, and her pupils were full of Fang Wang's figure.

Boom!

Xu Lang burst out with a stronger sword intent, and with one sword strike, hundreds of sword qi swept towards Fang Wang like a storm, with great momentum.

Fang Wang suddenly slammed the Tiangong Ji into the ground, and the Xuanyang spiritual power burst out, forming an invisible barrier to resist. When the sword qi hit, a ten-foot-high wall of qi was erected in an instant, which was very spectacular.

Xu Lang leaped up, holding the bamboo sword in his right hand, and condensed his natal treasure spirit in his left hand. It was also a sword, a sword with only the hilt. He held the sword with his backhand, and the outline of the blade could be vaguely seen in the sun.

Fang Wang raised his eyes, and the Xuanyang True Fire emerged from his eyes. His right hand ignited the Xuanyang True Fire, which quickly covered the Tiangong Ji. Then he let go, and his right foot kicked the tail of the Ji fiercely. The Tiangong Ji, which was burning with blazing flames, was kicked up and rotated in the air. When the Ji blade was facing down, he quickly grasped the Ji pole, and then lifted it up and chopped it away.

The vast Xuanyang True Fire turned into a fire dragon and soared up!

The whole process took only a blink of an eye and was dazzling. Before Xu Lang in the air could swing his sword, a huge fire dragon appeared in front of him. The head of the dragon was several times larger than him!