Defeat of Feng Luo

Since even the Sect Leader had agreed to the challenge, the Elder dared not be negligent and stood between Feng Luo and Xiao Feng.

"Those not involved, quickly step down. Feng Luo and Xiao Feng, stand on either side and wait for this old man to announce."

Xu Qing'er heard the Elder wanting them to step down and looked at Feng Luo again: "I want to see him kneel and apologize to you."

Feng Luo burst into laughter: "You guys wait down there at ease. I'll beat him down from here to join you in a bit."

The lackeys also chimed in with laughter: "Haha, he actually dared to agree to compete with Senior Brother, it's simply throwing eggs at a rock, completely vulnerable."

Just then, someone below the stage shouted loudly: "Come place your bets quickly! Once placed, no changes! The more you buy, the more you get!"

Xiao Feng found the voice somewhat familiar, turned his head to look, and discovered the person shouting was actually his friend, Zhou Wei.

Zhou Wei was an outer Disciple, but he was quite friendly with Xiao Feng, at least he wasn't afraid of Senior Brother.

Many Disciples took out all their savings and slapped them on the table: "Mark it down for me, I'm betting on Senior Brother to win."

"Right, mark it down for me too. Aren't you opening the market just to give us money?"

Zhou Wei watched as every single one of them bet on Senior Brother, pointing to the other side: "Isn't anyone betting on Xiao Feng? The odds over here are incredible!"

Originally, he planned to use the odds to attract the Disciples, but who knew the Disciples would all start mocking him: "That side is clearly a losing bet, who would buy over there?"

"Whoever has too much money can buy over there, anyway, I'm going to win."

As more and more people bet on Senior Brother's side, Zhou Wei's face became extremely ugly, and he walked over to Xiao Feng's side.

"You all watch carefully, wealth is found in danger. You all buy over there, but I'm buying over here alone. Don't come begging me for mercy later when I take all your money."

The Disciples waved their hands indifferently: "You have money, we can't compare with you, go ahead and place your bet."

At this time, they already regarded Zhou Wei as a rich bumpkin, and placing bets was just to win money for them.

Both Feng Luo and Xiao Feng's gazes were on Zhou Wei, and realizing that only Zhou Wei was betting on him, he burst into laughter.

"Zhou Wei is my buddy! I guarantee you'll win everything later and get to experience the feeling of getting rich."

Zhou Wei heard Xiao Feng's voice, his face full of indifference.

His wealth could not be spent in several lifetimes, so he didn't care about the amount the Disciples were betting. Betting on Xiao Feng's side was just to support him.

Of course, if Xiao Feng could really defeat Senior Brother Feng Luo, he wouldn't mind taking all the Disciples' money.

Feng Luo looked at Xiao Feng's confidence in himself and couldn't help but mock him: "I'm afraid you won't be able to last a few rounds in my hands, right?"

He didn't think he wasn't his opponent, he was just guessing how many rounds Xiao Feng could last.

Just then, the Elder looked at the two of them: "If you two are ready, give me a signal."

Feng Luo casually raised his hand: "To deal with this kind of person, I don't need to prepare, I can easily defeat him."

Xu Qing'er below the stage had a gloomy face, her eyes fixed on Xiao Feng, wishing she could eat his flesh.

When the Elder saw that Feng Luo was ready, he looked at the other side: "Feng Luo is ready, are you ready?"

Xiao Feng also raised his hand, wisps of Spirit Energy covering the outside of his body.

The Cultivation Techniques they practiced were the same, it only depended on the strength of their Spirit Energy.

The Elder saw that both of them were ready and walked to the side: "This battle is only for sparring, you must not intentionally damage the other party's Foundation or life. Violators will be expelled from the sect."

Both of them were considered promising Disciples in the Qing Sect, and neither the Elder nor the Sect Leader wanted either of them to be injured.

As the Elder left the stage, Feng Luo drew the long sword from his back and glanced at Xiao Feng: "It only said not to damage the other party's Foundation, but it didn't say you couldn't insult them."

At this time, he was already fantasizing about his long sword poking over a dozen transparent holes in Xiao Feng's body.

When Xiao Feng saw that the other party had drawn his sword, he had no reason to snatch the long sword with his bare hands, so he used the Qing Sect Qi Refining Technique.

The long sword on his back seemed to be summoned, flying out of the scabbard and landing in front of Xiao Feng.

Just by looking at this, Xiao Feng's posture was even more handsome.

The lackeys below the stage watched him summon the long sword in this way and sneered: "What's the use of being handsome? Senior Brother will make him kneel and kowtow in a bit."

Zhou Wei, on the other hand, found a seat and sat down, his eyes fixed on Xiao Feng, also concerned about the outcome of the battle between the two.

Feng Luo watched Xiao Feng summon the long sword with such a strange posture, and then saw the people below the stage focusing their attention on Xiao Feng, his anger instantly rushing to his head.

He felt that on this stage, he should be the only focus, and no one else had this qualification.

Xiao Feng saw Feng Luo's movements and sneered: "If you have the ability, defeat me head-on. Don't play any tricks, there are many Elders watching."

Feng Luo was already angry, and this time he was provoked by Xiao Feng's words, he roared and charged towards Xiao Feng.

Xiao Feng's eyes were fixed on the long sword in his hand, he found an opportunity and lightly tapped it, causing his long sword to deviate from its original attack trajectory and pierce into the ground behind him.

And he changed positions, standing behind Feng Luo.

The Sect Leader watched Xiao Feng miss such a good opportunity to strike from afar, his face full of surprise: "Oh? Cat playing with a mouse?"

This kind of situation could only occur when there was an overwhelming difference in strength.

And Feng Luo's strength had already reached the third stage, Disciples of the Qing Sect all looked up to his existence, how could he be played with by a fellow Junior Brother.

As expected, Feng Luo realized that he had failed this move, his face had turned the color of pig liver, and he turned around and slashed down fiercely with another sword.

Xiao Feng's body shifted slightly to the left, the direction of the long sword in his hand changed, and he forcefully struck his chest with the sword hilt, making him retreat continuously.

Before Feng Luo could stand firm, Xiao Feng took a few quick steps based on his experience, and the long sword in his hand predicted and landed on his neck.

Instantly, the battle was decided.

The crowd below the stage was as if their throats were choked, they were speechless for a moment, not understanding why Xiao Feng had so easily defeated Feng Luo.

"He... he actually really defeated Senior Brother?"

"This... when did this trash have such powerful Spirit Energy?"

Zhou Wei watched Xiao Feng defeat Feng Luo, and subconsciously looked at the table, bursting into laughter: "Haha, it's all mine, all of this is mine."

The Disciples watched as Zhou Wei took their money into his pocket, their faces all changed.

However, the bets were placed by themselves, and no one dared to say anything bad about him.