Chapter 40 One Move! One Move!

Faced with the teasing of the sleepy master, Fang Wang could only smile and nod.

Seeing Fang Wang on the stage, Guang Qiuxian on the main building adjusted his sitting position and looked at Fang Wang with a hint of expectation.

Zhou Xue saw Fang Wang but was indifferent.

Lu Yuanjun knew that Fang Wang was Bai Yi Jinghong, so he smiled softly and said, "This is the junior brother Fang Wang from the third vein. He is very strong and is definitely the strongest in the third vein's lineup this time."

As soon as these words came out, the first vein disciples who had some doubts about Fang Wang were all stunned. They would not doubt Lu Yuanjun's judgment. They just wondered when the third vein had such a disciple?

At the same time, the whole city was filled with criticism.

"The third vein is adding insult to injury. Now, the fifth vein will be at the bottom."

"Hahaha, this junior brother has just entered the sect. The nine veins' battle is so cruel. After all, they are fighting for the cultivation resources of one vein, so naturally they are mainly for interests."

"Don't worry, this is just the beginning. The third vein will be besieged sooner or later."

"Even if the third vein wins, it is not a fair victory. If it loses, it will be a great shame."

"Who is this person? He is very handsome!"

In the city, the children of the Fang family were all excited when they saw Fang Wang on the stage, and introduced Fang Wang to their fellow disciples.

In an inn, Zhao Zhen, the emperor of the Great Qi, sat by the window. He looked at the golden mirror in the sky and Fang Wang's figure, and his sword eyebrows were furrowed.

Not long after Fang Wang came on the stage, a disciple of the fifth vein jumped onto the battle stage. This person held a long sword. When he had previously fought with the second vein, he won two games. He was definitely the strongest in the fifth vein lineup.

Fang Wang raised his right hand, and his natal treasure spirit gradually gathered above his head.

Tiangong Ji!

He couldn't use the Jinghong Divine Sword Art, as that would expose his identity, and the Great Heavenly Lightning Art consumed too much spiritual power, so it was better to use the Tiangong Ji to fight.

He was about to condense the second natal treasure spirit, so he should use the Tiangong Ji!

The ten-foot-long Tiangong Ji appeared above Fang Wang's head, held by his right hand. Under the sunlight, the halberd blade flashed with cold light, and the dragon shape on the halberd was vivid, as if it were a real dragon.

As soon as the Tiangong Ji appeared, it immediately caused a big uproar.

"Long-armed natal treasure spirit? Fangtian Huaji? Rare!"

An elder beside Guangqiuxian stroked his beard and smiled, and the other elders followed and commented that this Tiangong Ji was not simple at first glance.

Guangqiuxian smiled but didn't say anything, and didn't participate in their discussion.

Zhou Xue's eyes were fixed on the Tiangong Ji, her eyebrows slightly frowned, she seemed to think of something, and a strange color appeared in her eyes.

The ten-foot-long Tiangong Ji was so big, and when held by Fang Wang, it gave people a great sense of oppression.

"Is that his natal treasure spirit?"

Gu Li's beautiful eyes were full of expectation. She used to think that Fang Wang's natal treasure spirit was a sword, but she didn't expect it to be a long weapon.

Sleepy Master stared at the Tiangong Ji and frowned.

He was knowledgeable, but he knew that this natal treasure spirit was not simple when he saw the Tiangong Ji for the first time.

Di Yuan treasure spirit?

Is it higher than Lu Yuanjun's natal treasure spirit?

Lu Yuanjun in the attic of the first vein was also attracted by the Tiangong Ji. At this moment, 90% of the people in the city were attracted by the shape of the Tiangong Ji.

What a domineering natal treasure spirit!

Fang Hanyu's eyes were covered by a white cloth, but in fact he could see it, and he was stunned.

Isn't Fang Wang a sword cultivator?

On the fighting stage!

Fang Wang rotated the Tiangong Ji with his right hand, and then slashed forward, with the tip of the halberd pointing to the sword cultivator disciple of the fifth vein, and asked with a smile: "This senior brother, are you ready?"

Since you want to fight, then show your edge!

Anyway, Fang Wang has a stronger trump card hidden!

The sword cultivator of the fifth vein was pointed at by the Tiangong Ji, and felt a great sense of oppression, but he would not be timid under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

"Then come on!" The sword cultivator said coldly.

As soon as the voice fell, Fang Wang suddenly let go, and the Tiangong Ji burst out with a terrifying speed, tearing the air, producing a sharp explosion, like a cold light killing the sword cultivator.

The sword cultivator's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously raised his sword to resist.

Clang!

The halberd blade hit the sword blade, and an unimaginable force came, directly knocking the sword cultivator of the Lingdan realm back, and in the blink of an eye, he hit the formation light curtain at the edge of the fighting stage, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he fell to the ground with him.

Silence!

The whole city suddenly became quiet. In the thirty-two golden mirrors, Fang Wang still kept the posture of raising his hand, and the Tiangong Ji stayed at the position where the sword cultivator had stood before.

Everyone in the attics of the nine veins and the main vein was shocked.

The crushing victory had happened before, but not so exaggerated!

Yang Yuanzi pinched his beard and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Fang Wang would use the Jinghong Divine Sword Technique.

After this battle, in the eyes of Taiyuanmen disciples, Fang Wang was no longer related to sword cultivation.

"Awesome! Senior Brother Fang!"

Zhou Bo suddenly cheered, breaking the silence, causing discussions in the attics around the fighting stage.

An elder quickly landed beside the sword cultivation disciple, checked his injuries, and then took him out of the formation.

Soon, the second disciple came on stage. This was a female disciple with a face full of anger. Without saying a word, she directly condensed her life treasure spirit. It was a silver long sword. She used sword skills, the blade shook, and the sword flowers condensed by the sword energy killed Fang Wang.

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Fang Wang waved his right hand, and the Tiangong Ji suspended in the air burst out with terrifying speed again!

Great Perfection of Sword Control!

The Tiangong Ji violently destroyed the sword flowers, frightening the female disciple so much that she jumped up quickly. However, the Tiangong Ji turned around and drew a perfect arc.

In midair, the Tiangong Ji hit the female disciple's abdomen with the halberd, knocking her out of the fighting stage, hitting the formation light curtain, and then falling to the ground.

The female disciple had her hair disheveled, and tried to stand up, but a mouthful of blood rushed up her throat, making her unable to help but spit on the ground.

Wow——

Another defeat!

Although the disciples of the fifth vein have experienced fierce battles, their strength should not be so different!

This is what most of the disciples think, and their eyes looking at Fang Wang have changed.

The eyes of the elders of each vein also changed when they looked at Fang Wang. The peak master of the fifth vein frowned, and a disciple behind him jumped out and stepped onto the fighting stage.

"Come!"

This is a burly middle-aged man. He raised his hand to condense his own life treasure spirit, which turned out to be a long whip.

Fang Wang immediately rushed towards him, raising his right hand at the same time, and the Tiangong Ji retracted from mid-air and quickly fell into his hand.

The middle-aged man leaped up, and a flying sword flew out of the storage bag on his waist, which quickly grew larger. He stepped on the flying sword and whipped with his right hand, and countless golden thin arrows shot towards Fang Wang, like a rainstorm, with great momentum.

Fang Wang stepped on the Jueying Step and dodged easily. He suddenly stopped and threw the Tiangong Ji in his hand into the air.

At this moment, the two were less than five feet apart. At such a distance, the middle-aged man was frightened by the power of the Tiangong Ji and his body was tense. He had no time to dodge.

Bang!

A deafening collision sounded, and a golden mirror appeared out of thin air in front of the middle-aged man, which was somewhat similar to the thirty-two golden mirrors suspended above the main city. This mirror blocked the Tiangong Ji abruptly.

Fang Wang frowned, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Okay, the third vein wins this battle, the fifth vein changes!"

A majestic voice sounded from the stage, the speaker was the sleepy master, he raised his hand and the golden mirror flew into his sleeve.

It turned out that the elder took action!

Fang Wang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the opponent was so fierce.

The middle-aged man in the air was sweating, and his eyes were full of fear when he looked at Fang Wang.

Three consecutive wins, and it was absolute strength!

The disciples in the whole city were excited. No one showed such courage in the previous fights. For a while, the rumors about the third vein's unfair victory disappeared, and they were replaced by inquiries about Fang Wang's identity. Soon, Fang Wang's name spread in the city.

The news that he was a direct disciple when he entered the sect also spread, making Fang Wang more legendary in the eyes of the disciples of each peak.

"Fifth vein gives up!"

The head of the fifth vein said, his face was still calm, and he didn't seem to feel ashamed.

The sleepy master immediately ordered: "The third vein wins, replaces the fifth vein in the ranking, and ranks seventh!"

Fang Wang raised his hand to take back the Tiangong Ji, and was about to step down. At this time, Yang Yuanzi's voice came: "The third vein continues to challenge, challenge the sixth vein!"

The sleepy master was also stunned, secretly cursing Yang Yuanzi for interrupting him.

Fang Wang could no longer tell the ranking of each vein, just because the names of each vein affected his judgment too much, but the high-level of Taiyuan Gate had their own judgment. No matter who Yang Yuanzi chose, he was willing to fight!

Fang Wang carried the Tiangong Ji on his shoulder and looked at the attic of the sixth vein. His posture and eyes gave the sixth vein disciples a feeling of provocation.

The disciples of the third vein were very excited. This senior brother Fang was really domineering!

The third vein had not seen such a person for a long time. The eldest brother Li Yu treated people gently. This was a good thing to say. In fact, many people thought that Li Yu was too weak and lowered the image of the third vein.