Invincible starts with predatory terms

Li Changsheng and Li Ling'er exchanged a look, a tacit understanding between them needing no words.

Through training, they understood more and more that true powerful cultivation was not just for the growth of personal strength, but also for constantly challenging oneself, supporting and being supported.

In any case, with Yang Fan as their backing, they were always full of confidence.

A gentle breeze caressed the grass of the Qingyun Sect's competition grounds, the air filled with a tense yet excited atmosphere.

The audience's eyes were fixed on the battle that was about to unfold.

The competition continued, and Li Changsheng and Li Ling'er's radiance no longer only illuminated themselves, but also made their hostile opponents feel timid.

"Ling'er, you performed well just now."

Li Changsheng said softly, his eyes looking at the opponent, while Yang Fan was not far from them, smiling and watching these two proud disciples.

"It was Senior Brother Yang's spiritual weapon that helped a lot."

Li Ling'er smiled slightly, her heart full of gratitude and admiration for Yang Fan.

As the competition progressed, Li Changsheng finally faced off against that Sword Master.

The Sword Master was dressed in a white brocade robe, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, the long sword in his hand emitting a cold light.

The surrounding air seemed to be fluctuating slightly with his long sword.

"It seems the rumors are true, this Sword Master is indeed not to be underestimated."

Li Changsheng thought to himself, but his confidence did not waver.

He remembered the sword-drawing technique he had learned under Yang Fan's instruction, a unique skill that directly countered the Sword Master's swordsmanship.

"I heard that your master Yang Fan is very remarkable,"

The Sword Master suddenly spoke, his voice low and full of provocation, "But today I still want to see, as his disciple, how much ability you have."

Li Changsheng smiled slightly and replied, "Whether I have the ability or not, you will know later."

The moment their eyes met, the entire competition field became silent.

Only the rustling of the breeze passing through the treetops could be heard, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The competition began.

The Sword Master took the lead in drawing his sword, the sword light streaking like a shooting star, reflecting across the entire competition field.

Li Changsheng calmed down and adopted a defensive stance, his eyes like torches, tracking every change in the Sword Master's movements, while secretly gathering strength.

The battle on the field was like a storm, the shadows of their swords crisscrossing, dazzling the audience.

Suddenly, Li Changsheng seized a gap in his mind, and in an instant, the spiritual power in his body converged, and the sword in his hand stabbed out like lightning, pointing directly at the Sword Master's vital point.

The Sword Master was shocked and immediately defended, slashing horizontally with his sword.

However, at this critical moment, Li Changsheng suddenly switched to a spiritual sword given to him by Yang Fan, the sword's momentum being both fierce and swift like hellfire.

Someone exclaimed from the stands, while Li Ling'er smiled knowingly, knowing that this was the trump card that Yang Fan had already arranged for Li Changsheng.

The Sword Master was caught off guard and was instantly forced back several steps by Li Changsheng's counterattack, losing his composure.

The flamboyant sword momentum was dispelled one by one by Li Changsheng's exquisite techniques.

The competition ended, Li Changsheng won.

The audience was silent for a moment, and then a burst of applause swept the entire field, spreading towards Li Changsheng and Yang Fan.

"Yang Fan, as their senior brother, is indeed extraordinary."

Someone praised from the audience.

Back on the field, Yang Fan simply said to his two disciples, "You did well, Changsheng, Ling'er.

But the road ahead is still long, and the journey of cultivation has just begun."

Li Changsheng and Li Ling'er exchanged a look, smiles rippling in each other's eyes, their hearts full of anticipation and determination for the future.

They understood that with Yang Fan, they were not only senior and junior siblings, but more like a family, walking firmly towards the path ahead together.

After the competition, the crowd below the stage was still gathering, exchanging various opinions on Li Changsheng's wonderful performance just now.

For a time, there were many different opinions.

Li Ling'er stood aside, looking at the brilliance that still lingered on the competition stage, and a complex emotion arose in her heart.

Li Changsheng's concession to her made her feel a strong sense of camaraderie, but it also surprised her somewhat.

Even so, she still felt a little unwilling.

She had originally wanted to show off her skills on stage again, but the opportunity was fleeting.

Li Changsheng walked down the competition stage and came to her, his eyes filled with a calm smile.

"Ling'er, there will be many more opportunities, you can perform well next time too."

"Hmph! Senior Brother Changsheng, do you think I need you to concede?"

She complained, pretending to be relaxed, while the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up into a smile.

"This is not a concession, but... to win you more attention."

Li Changsheng said casually, his eyes full of sincerity.

Not far away, Yang Fan leaned against a pillar, silently watching all this, a feeling of satisfaction rising in his heart.

The unspoken understanding between the two disciples, this time, was sublimated through the good foundation that others had laid for them.

He understood that on the path of cultivation, mutual support and understanding were far more important than a victory.

"Senior brothers and sisters have such deep affection."

A spectator commented thoughtfully, and for a time it became a popular topic of conversation.

At this time, Li Ling'er slightly raised her head, the determination in her eyes gradually becoming brighter, "Senior Brother Changsheng, bring it on, I won't give up easily in the next match!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Li Changsheng smiled, touched her head, and said softly.

As the two stepped down from the arena, the audience's attention was drawn to the new round of competition that was about to unfold.

The next competition would be a real contest between first-class sects.

On one side of the venue, Yang Fan and his two disciples walked together towards the inner field, their eyes deep and firm.

"Ling'er, next is your stage."

He said softly, his tone full of anticipation.

Li Ling'er nodded, her eyes reflecting unprecedented confidence, and replied:

"Master, I will live up to your expectations."

Yang Fan smiled slightly, his heart full of anticipation for their future.

This was just a small step on a long road, and for the three of them, there were endless roads and challenges waiting to be met together.

The competition continued, but everyone understood in their hearts that this moment was just the prologue to their cultivation journey.

A few days later, the disciples of the major sects in the Southern Border were still talking about Yang Fan and his disciples.

The powerful strength they showed in that competition not only shocked the entire competition, but also made the name of the Lingtian Sect widely known in the Southern Border.

The elders of the major sects gathered together to discuss how to pay attention to the Lingtian Sect in the upcoming ancient battlefield, looking forward to witnessing more of their wonderful performances.

At this time, Yang Fan stood up from the closed cultivation room. After days of cultivation, he felt that his own strength had been raised to another level.

The moment he walked out of the cultivation room, his eyes, through the window, found a peaceful morning light shining on the sect's training ground and cultivation room.

Yang Fan first went to check on the cultivation of his two disciples.

His eyes fell on Li Ling'er's cultivation room, and through the slightly open wooden door, he could hear Ling'er's voice carefully studying the art of alchemy.

Ling'er's focus and enterprising spirit made him feel extremely gratified.

He gently pushed the door open, and Ling'er immediately noticed the arrival of her master. She stopped her movements and raised her head, her eyes flashing with anticipation.

"Master, has my alchemy skill improved?" she asked, her voice filled with hope.