The Ancient Vast Realm

Feng Xuan stared at the water stain on the table being wiped away, leaving only a wet mark.

"Grandma Hua, don't worry, I won't be impulsive. When I don't protect myself against the power behind the disaster, I won't do anything like hitting a rock with an egg."

Feng Xuan said calmly.

Hearing Feng Xuan's answer, Feng Hua nodded with satisfaction. She knew that it was impossible for Feng Xuan to stop investigating the matter, but all she could do was to remind Feng Xuan not to be blinded by hatred.

"Grandma, I'm old and my life span is coming to an end. I won't live to see the day when you get married, nor will I wait until you are strong enough to suppress one side. Grandma only hopes that after you leave this Qishan, you will think twice before doing anything..."

The next day

Feng Xuan carried a black long sword on his back, and his clean green clothes made him look even more elegant.

Although it was just a simple linen dress without gorgeous decorations, Feng Xuan was able to highlight an extraordinary momentum.

When Feng Xuan arrived at the Blood Battle Arena, he saw from afar a sturdy young man in black clothes and long hair sitting cross-legged on the Blood Battle Arena with his eyes closed. A giant silver sword was quietly lying beside him.

A dense crowd had already gathered around the Blood Battle Arena, but most of them did not dare to make loud noises, but just whispered to each other.

"Why did the young master Beili set up the stage again today? Wasn't it over long ago? There is no one who can defeat him in the Refining Organs Stage. I guess even the Collapse Mountain Fist or Iron Mad Knife, which have been famous for a long time in the Refining Organs Stage, are not the opponent of the young master Beili, right?"

"Yes, during those hundred days, even some blood-qi-level warriors were only on par with the young master Beili, and even some blood-qi-level warriors who had just broken through were at a disadvantage. Only those powerful blood-qi-level masters could suppress the young master Beili and take away the Qingyuan Stone"

"That's because you are out of touch. It is said that this time Beili The young master prepared this battle specifically to challenge a person of the same age!"

"What! Which genius can make the young master of Beili so cautious that he even waited here early in the morning!"

"I don't know..."

Just as everyone was talking, no one noticed that a young man in green with a black long sword on his back was calmly crossing the crowd. The witch soul power was like a big hand, gently pushing away the crowd in front of him. Without these people noticing, he moved his body to the left and right to avoid them, making a way for Feng Xuan to the blood battle stage.

When Feng Xuan passed in front of these people, some people suddenly realized that something was wrong, and looked at Feng Xuan's slowly leaving back with a look of astonishment.

"This...what happened just now!"

Just when Feng Xuan arrived at the bottom of the blood battle stage, Beili Kuang suddenly opened his eyes that had been closed all the time, and looked at Feng Xuan with burning eyes, and the endless fighting spirit gradually boiled in his body.

And this movement also attracted the people who had been paying attention to him.

Everyone followed Bei Li Kuang's gaze and saw a young man in blue clothes with a black long sword on his back and extraordinary temperament slowly walking out of the crowd. The crowded crowd seemed to have no effect on him.

"You are here. I have been waiting for you for a long time!"

Bei Li Kuang slowly stood up, and his violent fighting spirit was no longer hidden. He raged on the bloody battle stage. The people around who felt this fighting spirit all changed their faces slightly and took a step back. They could not bear the impact of this fighting spirit.

"What a domineering fighting spirit. Is this the Bei Li clan's Ba Yuan Holy Scripture! This is one of the foundations of the Bei Li clan as an ancient tribe. Only the Bei Li clan is qualified to practice the classic-level skills!"

"No wonder the young master of Bei Li has such a terrifying strength. This skill is beyond the reach of us. If we have such a skill, I think it will not be much worse."

Someone said jealously, as if he thought that Bei Li Kuang's strength came from the skills he practiced.

"Hmph! What do you know? The Holy Scripture of Tyrant Yuan is a classic-level technique that can only be practiced by warriors who have reached the Yun Zang realm. When Brother Kuang was only a martial artist in the Jian Ti realm, no one could defeat him! I don't know what you are talking about with such bragging!"

At this moment, a cold snort resounded among the crowd, which seemed extremely indignant.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw several young men in extraordinary clothes gathered together. The one who spoke was a young man in purple clothes.

"It's Bei Liqing! The genius of the Li Shang tribe"

"He is surrounded by geniuses from the Li Shang tribe, and Shang Zhongtu, who went to the Baling tribe last year, is also there. It is said that he has also broken through to the Yun Zang realm, but he did not break through before the age of fifteen. However, it is also extremely scary. The Li Shang tribe is really full of geniuses. No wonder it is so powerful!"

When everyone saw that it was the genius of the Li Shang tribe who spoke, they did not dare to refute. After all, what Bei Liqing said was not wrong.

It is common sense that any classic-level technique must be practiced at the Yun Zang realm, except for some special techniques.

Those who spoke up before were just jealous of Bei Li Kuang's strength and subconsciously avoided themselves and put the blame on the technique.

"Okay, A Qing, don't say more. Brother Feng is here. I have been looking forward to this battle for a long time. I still can't forget Brother Feng's demeanor in the Blood Spirit Secret Realm. I wonder if A Kuang can defeat Brother Feng!"

Shang Zhongtu glanced at the people in the crowd. His indifferent eyes made them look stern and they lowered their heads and dared not say anything.

Then he turned his head to look at the blood battle stage, and looked at Feng Xuan with a trace of heat in his eyes.

Although he also broke through to the refining organ stage, he only nourished three organs, and his combat power was not greatly improved. He knew that he was definitely not Feng Xuan's opponent with his own strength, so he did not dare to challenge him.

I dare to ask who would not envy and admire the young master Chilong and Feng Xuan, who were both killed in the Blood Spirit Secret Realm. These two people took the initiative to attack the mad blood scorpion group with their own strength, and then killed a bloody road. They even worked together to kill the mad blood scorpion king at the peak of the middle stage of the breathing realm.

"This is our first fight, Feng has longed for a fight with Brother Beili"

Feng Xuan smiled slightly, jumped up, and landed steadily on the blood battle stage, and a burst of shocking fighting spirit also broke out on his body.

The fighting spirit of the two even made the people around them retreat again and again, and even some people in the Yunzang realm were shocked and couldn't believe it.

There can be differences in skills, and martial arts can also be divided into grades, but this fighting spirit must not be fake. Facing the fighting spirit of these two people, I am afraid that ordinary warriors can't exert 70% of their strength at all, and even those with too much difference in strength will directly lose the power to resist.

Some people also recognized Feng Xuan at this time. After all, when dozens of tribes competed for the quota to go to the Baling tribe last year, Feng Xuan left a very deep impression on many people.

"It's him! Feng Xuan from the Xuanying tribe!"

"I remember that this is a genius who was able to suppress his peers in dozens of tribes last year!"

Some warriors in the crowd looked at Feng Xuan's figure, and their faces were even more strange, as if their thoughts were pulled back to yesterday. The young man waved his hand casually, and a huge crescent flew out, and a giant tree fell like grass.

"This... This is, that terrifying young man!"

Some people looked at Bei Li Kuang on the stage strangely. Although they had heard of Bei Li Kuang's amazing strength, some people who had seen the scene yesterday would not believe that Bei Li Kuang had the strength to defeat Feng Xuan.

That guy forced a blood-level master to not even dare to use his hands!

"Hey, second leader, look, it's Brother Feng Xuan!"

A Qing looked at Feng Xuan on the stage and shouted excitedly to Kui Yuan beside him.

Kui Yuan nodded silently and looked at the two people on the stage without saying a word. Is this the strength of the young generation now? It's really terrifying.

Kui Yuan only then felt that this was no longer the era of the old guys like them more than ten years ago.

"Brother Feng, you and I understand each other's strength, but now I am no longer the same as I used to be."

Bei Li Kuang looked at Feng Xuan, raised the giant sword in his hand, and in the violent fighting spirit, some sharp aura began to gradually appear.

Feng Xuan's pupils shrank, and he felt a slight stinging pain in his body, and his hair stood on end. A similar aura in his body began to riot as if provoked.

Knife Intent!