ver would have expected that the Blood Escape Technique, which was used with all my remaining energy, would now be ineffective.Xueguang had just run out not far when he was punched back by Nalan Yujia...The old man's eyes flashed with a cunning glint: "You want this Don't worry, just wait until my cultivation fully recovers, and then I'll give it to you."

Yè Bùfán said, "Old man, you can't go back on your word! You promised that if I help you break the seal, you would give me the lower half of the scroll!"

"Impossible, who do you think I am I would never cheat."

The old man said with a sly smile, "As I said before, I'll wait until my cultivation fully recovers and see the results before passing it on to you."

Ye Bufan had a black line on his forehead. This old rascal was really bad; he was too honest, and he fell for it without realizing it.

If only I had known, I should have left the seal on his dantian and waited until after obtaining the cultivation technique to completely help him remove it. But now, regret is useless.

Seemingly seeing through his thoughts, the old man said: "Actually, you don't have to rush. The competition is about to begin. Even if I teach you now, there's no time to practice."

"That's fine, I'll come watch for you. Don't worry about me running away."

"Alright then."

By now, Ye Bufan doesn't have any good solutions. But there's one thing he can be sure of: this old man shouldn't have any ill intentions towards him.

"That's right, with old me cheering you on, you're guaranteed a hundred victories in a hundred battles."

The old man's words flew like spittle, "But there's one thing, you have to provide me with good wine and good meat."

Let's not talk about anything else, your wine and meat are really good. As an old man, I have lived for so many years and never tasted such delicious wine or meat.

Ye Bufan said: "Old man, what's your name I still don't know who you are. When you run away later, I won't even have anyone to look for."

"My name, you hear me clearly."

The old man stood up, puffed out his chest, and slapped his hands twice. "My name is Xuanyuan Zhantian!"

"Uh..."

The people around him all wore strange expressions.

The lecherous old man glanced at a few people: "What, is my name too awesome, you're all scared"

"The name is indeed quite good, both domineering and resounding, but it doesn't quite match your esteemed demeanor."

"In my opinion, you old man should be called Xuan Yuan the Shameless!" said Jiang Fangzhou with a smile.

Xuan Yuan Zhan's whiskers quivered as he boomed, "A little brat like you knows nothing! Back in my day, I was a real tough guy too, handsome and dashing, powerful and imposing, an idol in the eyes of thousands of girls."

"I'm just getting a little older now, so I've changed a bit!"

Jiang Fangzhou glanced her lips: "Can't tell at all!"

Xuan Yuan Zhan Tian coldly snorted, “Ignorant little brat, this old man won’t bother with you.”

Lu Xue Man said, "Xiao Fan, it's getting late. Let's set off quickly, or we'll be too late."

Let's go.

Ye Bufan led everyone out of the station, and as soon as they stepped out, they encountered Xi Men Feng and his people.

Although all the disciples of Tiānqióngzhōu had been defeated, this once-in-a-lifetime competition was still worth watching to its end. Therefore, Mù Xiǎoyùn and her companions remained.

Xi Men Feng politely greeted him and then glanced at the creepy old man gnawing on a drumstick at the back of the line.

"Ye Yixian, who is this old man I don't think I've seen him before."

"Found this yesterday, it's quite strange."

Ye Bufan asked, "By the way, Great Elder, he said his name is Xuanyuan Zhantian. Have you ever heard of him before"

He had a feeling that this old man was no ordinary person; he must be quite famous.

Xi Men Feng thought about it carefully, then shook his head. "I haven't heard of it."

This surprised Ye Bufan a little. He hadn't even heard of the Great Elder of Jiufan Xiangong. This old man probably wasn't very famous.

But this didn't match his feeling, he always felt that the old man wasn't an ordinary person.

As the crowd thronged into the royal arena, it became a sea of faces. The competition grew more thrilling with each passing match, drawing in ever larger numbers of spectators.

The platform in the training ground has been changed. The previous ten platforms have been removed, leaving only three arranged in a triangle.

Today only has six matches, but in order to make it easier for everyone to watch, they are not all played at once, but are divided into two rounds.

The grouping ended quickly, and Ye Bufan was inexplicably assigned to the second round again. The three matches of the first round were: Bai Li Hongjun against Ma Mingyu, Hua Ruyu against Yang Taisheng, and Wang Chen against Situ Kang.

"Long live the Crown Prince!"

"The Crown Prince will surely win!"

Regardless of anything else, this is the home turf of Heavenly Saint State in the Sacred Dragon Empire. Bai Li Hongjun still enjoys extremely high popularity. As soon as he appeared, a thunderous roar of cheers erupted.

This guy also had a smug look on his face, stepped directly onto the stage, and cast his gaze across to the other side.

In contrast, Ma Mingyu, as his opponent, seemed much less imposing. His previous victory was simply due to Ye Bufan's enhanced cultivation elevating him.

Now facing a powerhouse at the peak of the Void Realm, he didn't have the slightest courage to win!

"You little brat, get out of here!"

As soon as the match began, Bai Li Hongjun launched a powerful punch with unstoppable momentum.

Although his opponent was weak, he unleashed his full power with a merciless punch to demonstrate his strength in front of his home crowd.

Faced with a earth-shattering punch, how could Ma Mingyu possibly withstand it He was directly blasted off the stage with one blow.

Thus, the battle had just begun when it ended, followed by thunderous cheers from the audience.

On the other side, Hua Ruyu stood on the platform with a bewitching and alluring posture. She held a lotus flower in her hand and cast a flirtatious glance at Yang Taisheng across from her.

"Brother, are you still going to fight me I'm a softie at heart, if I hit you too hard and you end up spitting blood, that wouldn't be good."

"Uh..."

Faced with such a man-woman, Yang Taisheng felt a surge of nausea in his heart and wished he could rush up and give the other party a good beating.

But he also knew that Hua Ruoyu was a genuine Dòngxū Píngjīng peak powerhouse, a favorite to win the championship, far from someone he could defeat. If he really made a move, then Ma Mingyu beside him would be his role model.

He had no choice but to look at the referee beside him, “I give up!”

Hua Ru Yu cast another flirtatious glance: "That's right, later I'll treat you to a drink!"

"Uh..."

Yang Taisheng's stomach churned violently. Without waiting for the referee to announce the result, he turned and jumped off the stage.

On the other side, Wàng Chén remained seated in the void on the platform. A seven-stringed qin lay before her, like a fairy descending from heaven, without an ounce of worldly air about her.

Facing him is Situ Kang, a disciple from the Wanjianmen sect of Tiangang Prefecture. This guy is powerful, having already reached the late stage of the Dongxu realm. He has crushed his way through every level with strength alone.

Now facing Wucheng, his aura was immediately suppressed, completely falling into a disadvantage.

"Ready, set, go!"

The referee announced the start of the game, and Wàng Chén wasted no time. The seven-stringed qin in his hand began to play.

"Zzz..."

The sound of the qin reverberated, instantly sending an invisible wave of sound towards Situ Kang.

"Break me!"

But to have reached this point, Si Tu Kang's strength is indeed astonishing. With a single sword in his hand, the sharp sword glow instantly shattered the invisible soul attack into pieces.

"Ten Thousand Swords to the Sect Leader!"

It seemed he had already planned his counterattack. As soon as he blocked a wave of attacks, he unleashed his ultimate move, using the most powerful technique of the Wanjian Sect.

Suddenly, hundreds of swords, big and small, flew into the air. Rays of light swirled around them, emanating endless pressure. The surrounding void seemed unable to bear this sharp sword energy, trembling incessantly.

"Get out of here!"

Sipu Kang roared with all his might, a torrential rain of sword beams covering the sky as he charged towards Wucheng.ense pressure.Across from him sat a middle-aged man, tall and with features somewhat resembling the elder.The white-haired old man was none other than Temujin, the War God of the Prehistoric Heaven Do...