Super Field Energy Controller

From Bai Xiaoyu's mouth, Li Bingyan knew what Golden Elixir and Nascent Soul were, and Bai Xiaoyu himself was already a Nascent Soul cultivation base. According to his own words, it was enough to defeat any strong person in Tianzong. There may be some exaggerations in it. However, it is enough to show that Bai Xiaoyu's cultivation level is the best in the world, far beyond the comparison of Situ Bo, who has been famous for a long time.

If the disciple is like this, what should Yang Fan, as the master, do?

As Li Xichen said, this trip is just to try his luck. It would be best if he could see Yang Fan. If he couldn't, it was expected.

At this time, nobles from various sects and even other princes began to set out. Everyone was polite, including some asking for help and scolding the Yu family for what they had done.

Even the top sects at that time, including Mingzong and Yingxueliu, were no exception. Leading figures such as Yun Zhongtian led people to the lonely peak one after another. They did not show any arrogance or neglect because of Li Xichen's innate cultivation, and even extended invitations one after another. , hoping that after the reconstruction of Xingyuan Duke's mansion is completed, he can visit their sect as a guest.

While Li Xichen was flattered, he was very clear-headed and knew that 99% of these people were so warm and polite to them because of Yang Fan.

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There are also forces that have good relations with the Sword Saint family and remain motionless, watching with cold eyes.

"They are all people who follow the trend of others!"

"However, these people are fawning over too soon!"

"I want to see if they will be as enthusiastic as they are now when Yang Fan is defeated by Sword Master Situ?"

"Situ Sword Master, swordsman, master of the gods, how can he be compared to the child Yang Fan?"

"..."

In the lively atmosphere, time seemed to pass much faster than the past three days, and before we knew it, it was close to noon.

One after another, everyone who should come to watch the battle has already arrived, except for the two protagonists.

More and more eyes are looking in the direction of Shuzhong.

While countless people were waiting eagerly, suddenly, a cold light like a meteor shower appeared on the horizon, cutting through the sky and crossing the sky. Even though they were nearly a hundred kilometers away, the powerful people in Huashan could still feel this. The fierceness contained in the cold light.

"Here we come!" On the mountain peak where Ming Zong was, Yun Zhongtian suddenly opened his eyes with his legs crossed and his eyes closed.

"Finally!"

The other powerful people from the outer realm also suddenly focused their gazes.

Just when more eyes were looking towards the horizon, the leader of the Ming Sect, Yun Zhongtian, suddenly realized something and suddenly turned his head to look at the top of Huashan Mountain.

On top of the huge boulder of the strange peak, a man stood at some point, with a long sword sheathed in front of him. His clothes were not raised, and he looked like an ordinary tourist who had climbed to the top. He seemed to have been standing there for a long time.

Yun Zhongtian's eyes suddenly shrank.

As the head of the Ming Sect, Yun Zhongtian had never met Situ Bo before.

In his impression, Situ Bo's swordsmanship was so profound that he was almost a Taoist. His style was peerless. No matter where he was, even if he didn't show a trace of sword intent, he would naturally become the focus of everyone's eyes. In a daze, he just thought he was the legendary swordsman. The banished Sword Immortal steps out of the painting.

Even Yun Zhongtian once secretly admired him. In terms of swordsmanship, no one in the world could surpass Situ Bo.

However, at this moment, Situ Bo, who was reflected in Yun Zhongtian's eyes, seemed to have lost all his beauty. He was just one of the most ordinary beings in the world, and it was easy to ignore him.

From the latter, he no longer felt the peerless sword intent that seemed to come out of the sheath at any time, and he no longer had the mysterious and mysterious sense of life and death that constantly reminded him that this person was extremely dangerous.

Because of this, the geniuses in the clouds feel even more creepy.