"This Luo Tiantian is too exaggerated."

"Under the Qianlong Sect, we always pay attention to the character of our disciples. How have we ever seen such an arrogant disciple?"

The second generation disciples sneered and shook their heads.

Yu Wenxuan's father, Yu Wenzhou, sighed lightly with a look of regret on his face.

With Luo Tian's amazing talent.

He could have gained the attention of the master, but he was arrogant, which made layman Qianlong unhappy.

"Miao Feng, are you willing to accept Luo Tian's proposal?"

Layman Qianlong said in a deep voice.

He had a somewhat bad impression of Luo Tian's disciple.

Master Qianlong decided to take this opportunity to give Luo Tian a good beating and teach him a lesson so that he would not be embarrassed outside in the future.

"In order to prove innocence, disciple is willing!"

"Don't talk about three moves, even if it's three hundred moves, I, Miao Feng, will accompany you to the end!"

Miao Feng was filled with indignation and righteousness.

"This son has an upright character."

The second generation disciples praised him one after another.

Layman Qianlong stroked his beard and smiled, nodding secretly.

soon.

Luo Tian and Miao Feng came to a flat land in the middle of the bamboo forest.

"Luo Tian! As a senior brother, I will not draw my sword in the first move. I hope you will take care of yourself."

Miao Feng looked kind and righteous.

Won the approving eyes of the teachers again.

Miao Feng's heart blossomed with joy. He wanted to defeat Luo Tian completely on the moral high ground and never face anyone again.

"You'd better draw the knife. Don't be like before when you couldn't even draw the knife."

Luo Tian looked sarcastic.

"You...have evil plans, and you still dare to be arrogant."

Miao Feng's expression froze, and he suddenly became angry.

The redness and swelling on his palms have almost disappeared, and he can now draw the sword and exert 80% to 90% of his strength.

But Miao Fenggang showed his magnanimous demeanor and would definitely not draw his sword as the first move.

"If you don't draw your sword, I won't draw my sword either."

Luo Tian smiled lightly, not wanting to take advantage of Miao Feng, lest he make excuses.

Return to the original hand!

Luo Tian jumped up, approaching in an instant, and shot out a powerful, crystal-yellow palm shadow.

Almost at the same time.

"Hmph! I won't let you plot this time!"

Miao Feng's eyes flashed sharply.

Whoosh!

The aura of the third level of the spiritual sea realm exploded from his body, and a layer of invisible air flow swirled around him.

This power is enough to overwhelm the number one person on the list of people at the Wufu grand gathering.

Hu Peng!

Miao Feng stretched out his intact left hand and waved out a fist surrounded by a layer of purple flames, which was as big as a water tank and set off a scorching wind of several meters in radius.

In an instant.

Miao Feng's huge fist light swallowed up the shadow of Luo Tian's palm.

"That's right! This boy has the courage of Senior Brother Miao."

Several second-generation elders praised him.

Miao Feng's palm surpassed Luo Tian's in terms of momentum.

Canopy!

The two forces of a punch and a palm struck together, causing the energy and dust to roll.

"Aww..."

Suddenly, a muffled scream came.

The next moment.

Then he saw the vast purple flame fist light being shattered by the force of the powerful and solid crystal yellow palm.

Bang!

Miao Feng's body flew backwards, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and one arm drooped, unable to be lifted up at all.

Luo Tian's face was expressionless, and the sapphire light film on the surface of his palm quickly disappeared.

"Wind!"

Outside the court, Miao Jiang was shocked and speechless, unable to believe it.

One blow.

Miao Feng's arm was almost broken and he also suffered serious internal injuries.

"No...how is that possible! What evil plan did you use, little thief?"

Miao Feng spoke incoherently and asked angrily.

The confrontation just now.

An inhuman force of fear emerged from Luo Tian's body, and combined with the force of his palms, he directly crushed him.

The palm of the third level of Linghai was defeated with all his strength.

"Physical training techniques!"

Layman Qianlong's dim eyes flashed with a glimmer of light.

Luo Tian's body-training technique just now was extremely powerful, and its origin was definitely not simple.

"This boy actually practices a powerful body-training technique!"

"Master Miao Feng's nephew underestimated the enemy and suffered a hidden loss."

Several second-generation elders exclaimed.

Miao Jiang's face was gloomy and uncertain. He wanted to question but couldn't come up with a reason.

after all.

Physical training is also a part of martial arts.

"I said, you'd better draw your sword."

Luo Tian had a teasing look on his face.

He cultivated "Heavenly Furnace Treasure Body", and his power was so terrifying. Even Miao Feng, who was at the third level of the spiritual sea realm, was asking for trouble if he fought head-on.

"Miao is not defeated yet!"

Miao Feng gritted his teeth, Luo Tian was so sinister that he actually hid the body-training technique.

Fortunately.

He just used his left hand to strike, which did not affect the performance of his forehand sword skills.

Clang!

Miao Feng pulled out the Hanyue Scimitar from his waist.

Tianyue Sword Technique!

The scimitar drew a cold and desolate purple moon sword rainbow, the light was bright, and it cut straight into Luo Tian.

The power of this sword is comparable to that of Xia Bingyue who activated the sword intent during the martial arts festival, but it is slightly stronger.

"What a strong sword!"

Those three generations of disciples couldn't help but exclaimed.

Yu Wenxuan felt inferior to himself.

"That's right! Master Nephew Miao Feng's sword and martial arts skills will greatly reduce that boy's physical training advantage."
To be continued...