The Art of the Great Sword

‘If I spend all my time practicing on the sword, how fast will I advance? ’

Fang Qingyang thought so in his heart.

On the stage, Tang Yueyue won the battle.

While accepting the cheers of the crowd, her beautiful eyes involuntarily looked in the direction of Fang Qingyang. Seeing that the latter closed his eyes tightly and seemed to be sleeping, she was slightly startled.

‘He didn’t even open his eyes to watch my game, and fell asleep directly... Could it be that he thought I was no threat to him at all, so it didn’t matter whether he watched or not? ’

Thinking of this, Tang Yueyue gritted her teeth and walked off the stage angrily.

She had already made plans in her heart. If she met Fang Qingyang next time, she would definitely go all out to teach him a lesson for daring to look down on her.

Fang Qingyang didn’t know that he had provoked the other party inexplicably.

The next battles were more intense than the last, and all the players who participated were well-known players. It was these people who would firmly occupy the top ten at the end.

Everyone would look around after winning the game.

Then they will find that Fang Qingyang has never opened his eyes from beginning to end.

"Look down on me?"

"Do you think I am not worthy of being his opponent?"

"This boy is really arrogant!"

Many Tianjiao looked cold, and their fighting intention against Fang Qingyang deepened in their hearts.

Poor Fang Qingyang didn't know that he had offended so many people by closing his eyes to practice.

Finally, it was Sikong Teng's turn to fight. The opponent he faced was also one of the top ten, but in his hands, the opponent didn't even last three moves and was cleanly solved.

"Too weak."

Sikong Teng gave a cold evaluation.

The whole audience exclaimed!

Everyone had guessed before that Sikong Teng might be able to take the first place in the end. After all, he was the undisputed number one among the new disciples of Yaochi Holy Land, and the third disciple of Lord Jiang.

The two disciples before Lord Jiang were both ruthless people who had dominated the Tianjiao list for a long time.

I believe Sikong Teng is no exception!

The only variable is to see how much threat Fang Qingyang can pose to Sikong Teng.

"The top ten have been decided, but this does not represent the final ranking. You will face more intense tests next!"

The referee shouted, "Everyone rest for half an hour to replenish their losses. After half an hour, the next round of competition will officially begin!"

Only the top ten can participate in the next round of competition. The rankings of others have been determined after a challenge. This is also a means to make the competition more intense and more eye-catching!

"Fuck, eleventh!"

Zhang Baoxuan gritted his teeth, "I fought so hard, but I only ranked eleventh. I am so angry. Is it worthy of my years of hard work?"

Next to him, a disciple from the East Court said faintly, "You are lucky to be ranked eleventh. If your opponent had not suddenly gained some insights into the skills during the battle, you would have been lucky to be in the top twenty."

"You are jealous, jealous of me!"

Zhang Baoxuan snorted coldly.

"To be honest, it's a good thing for you if you don't make it to the top ten."

Meng Huan patted Zhang Baoxuan on the shoulder, "If you really make it to the next round of competition, I'm worried... you will be beaten like a punching bag by others, which is too embarrassing."

"Elder, even you don't think highly of me!"

Zhang Baoxuan was furious.

"Even if you are in the eleventh place, it will be difficult for you to maintain your position. Remember, after the Tianjiao battle is over, you will be directly closed for a long time and cultivate your realm. Don't let others easily knock you down!"

Meng Huan spoke earnestly. When it comes to understanding Zhang Baoxuan, few people are like him.

It's normal to be in the top twenty, and it's a burst of performance in the top fifteen.

As for the eleventh place?

It's a lot of luck, and it's a big one!

Soon, half an hour passed.

Zhang Baoxuan said he didn't accept it, but he knew in his heart that he shouldn't be ranked so high.

If he really wants to enter the top ten, any opponent will probably beat him to death.

But, even if he thinks so in his heart, he can't admit it!

Wouldn't that be a sign of giving up?

Meng Huan saw the other nine people walking onto the stage one after another, while Fang Qingyang was still sleeping, and he couldn't help but feel anxious. How could he still be in the mood to sleep at this time?

The nine geniuses all looked at Fang Qingyang with their eyes fixed on him. Seeing that the latter was still sleeping and breathing evenly, they couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

Is this kid too relaxed?

The referee frowned, "Contestant Fang Qingyang, come up quickly to participate in the next round of battle!"

No one responded.

The disciples of the East Court were a little embarrassed, after all, they had never encountered such a situation.

"Master Ye, what should we do?"

Meng Huan asked in a low voice.

Old man Ye seemed to have sensed something, "It will be done soon."

"Fang Qingyang, if you don't come up within ten breaths, you will be disqualified, and the eleventh substitute will enter the top ten!"

The referee was very dissatisfied, and had never seen a contestant who was still sleeping soundly when the game was approaching.

"You don't dare to come up to fight, so you have to pretend to sleep to cover up your cowardice?"

A genius from Yao Chi Holy Land sneered. His name is Huang Rutie. He is tall and has a strong oppressive power.

It is normal for Yao Chi Holy Land to dislike the students of Dongchuan Academy. In addition, he is Ye Qingcang's disciple. Ye Qingcang opposed the Holy Land in the past and was severely punished by Jiang Ding.

There is a natural hatred between the two sides.

"What?"

Zhang Baoxuan, who was indifferent to the matter, sneered in his heart, "Let me enter the top ten as a substitute?"

"Now your wish comes true."

Someone laughed and joked.

Zhang Baoxuan's face looked ugly. He was as stubborn as ever. If he really wanted to fight him, wouldn't he be giving away food?

Is it possible to show it to everyone in front of everyone... How are sandbags made? That must be embarrassing!

At that time, everyone will see through their own lies, and I am afraid that even the eleventh place will not be saved!

"Qingyang! My good junior brother, wake up quickly!"

Zhang Baoxuan grabbed Fang Qingyang's collar and shook him repeatedly.

I really don’t want to be in the top ten!

Just when the countdown was about to end, Fang Qingyang slowly opened his eyes, and a brilliant light came out of them, piercing the void like a sword!

What followed was an aura that everyone feared.

"Promoted?"

Someone exclaimed, "The breath is much more condensed than before!"

The referee was stunned, he could also see this.

This guy actually calmly improved his level before the battle?

"I kept you waiting."

Fang Qingyang jumped up and landed firmly on the ring.

He smiled lightly, "I can't help it. The promotion comes so fast that I can't even stop it."

Everyone in the audience was silent.

Is this kid only seventeen years old?

He reached the eighth level of Yuan Dan Realm, practiced great swordsmanship, and broke a series of records.

Now he successfully broke through easily before the war and was promoted to the first level!

This talent is really enviable to others.

"It's the same for seven or eight levels."

Sikong Teng said proudly, "We will all lose anyway!"

The whole audience looked at each other with concentration!

Finally, the tit-for-tat feeling came.

Jiang Ding defeated Ye Qingcang back then.

Now is Sikong Teng going to confront Shang Qingyang?