On hearing the deacon, Rong Yi didn’t rush forward immediately. He stood at the spot where he swayed the sword, from being rusty and slow to being faster and faster and also more and more proficient, like he was gonna become one with it.

A disciple down the field looked at Rong Yi surprisingly, “It seems senior Rong has spiritual power. Doesn’t he have no spiritual root? Where does his spiritual power come from?”

Others were all surprised.

“I heard in order to let Taiyuan Sect plant the spiritual root for senior Rong, senior Bai agreed to marry into Taiyuan Sect. But now senior Bai suddenly canceled it, maybe it was because he found a method to plant the spiritual root for senior Rong.”

“Your words make sense. So this is all senior Bai’s credit?”

“Even if he has spiritual power, so what? Look! His spiritual power is so weak. It is nearly impossible for him to beat senior Chang who is at level nine of Qi Practicing.”

After casting a glance at those disciples, Rong Yi kept swaying his sword to practice.

Seeing Rong Yi was swaying his swords faster and faster, Chang Fuming narrowed his eyes. He never knew that Rong Yi knew swordplay. But they were not competing swordplay anyway, so there was nothing to worry about.

He then stabbed at Rong Yi holding his sword.

Rong Yi then raised his sword to resist.

Chang Fuming sped up!

Rong Yi also sped up swaying his sword, like he had already seen through where the other party was gonna poke.

Everybody looked at Rong Yi, eyes popped out.

“Oh my! Senior Rong’s sword is too fast that my eyes nearly can not catch up with it. His swordplay is no worse than his sword cultivation, besides, senior Chang even failed to break his magic weapon. What level on earth is his magic weapon?”

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“His magic weapon is sending off weak light at the edge, much weaker than senior Chang’s. Apparently it is one with no level, but its spiritual qi is much more dense than senior Chang’s.”

“Hmm. It seems senior Rong’s magic weapon is really not bad, which also makes up that his cultivation phase is lower than senior Chang.”

Magic weapon was also a key of a fight. That is why everyone is longing for a superb magic weapon and great equipment.

Chang Fuming stared at the Rong Yi. He thought that he would be able to defeat Rong Yi with only one move. But after so many moves, Rong Yi was still standing there safe and sound. Except feeling surprised, he felt a stronger spur to defeat him.

Wei Wenxiao and Rong Yuanyin also started to feel anxious. They also thought he would give Rong Yi a good beat. But Rong Yi just dealt with him easily.

Bu Qi finally exhaled a sigh of relief. Judging from the present situation, Chang Fuming could not defeat his master shifu in a short time.

Chang Fuming grinded his teeth. He then enchanted a spell and turned his magic weapon into ten swords.

Rong Yi squinted. He was clear that he had lower spiritual power, not suitable for a long time fight. So he generated his magic bracelet again and brought out another sword. He then resisted with one sword, and swung the other at Chang Fuming.

Chang Fuming was surprised and quickly dodged.

Rong Yi didn’t give him a chance to breathe, and stabbed at him again.

His sword was fast, fierce and accurate. Everyone could tell he should have learned swordplay since he was young, otherwise he wouldn’t be so proficient of it.

Chang Fuming quickly added a defending shield for himself. But just a few pricks, his arm got wounded.

“Chang Fuming, you are really a loser! You can’t even defeat someone who has just been at the entry level!” Wei Wenxiao even had a spur to fight Rong Yi himself.

Rong Yuanyin murmured, “Since when has Rong Yi become so powerful? What has happened during the four years while he was not in the sect?”

While trying to get close to Chang Fuming, Rong Yi repelled his sword and then pushed him to a corner, leaving him no chance to fly his magic weapon at all. And then he accelerated his pace and pricked on him.

Chang Fuming now even got no chance to fight back.

Yin Tao shouted excitedly, “Daddy, beat him. Daddy, beat him!”

Rong Yi then turned back and gave him a smile.

Everybody was staring at Rong Yi, jaws dropped.

“Since when senior Rong has become so capable?”

“Is this person really that senior Rong?”

Rong Yi suddenly stopped and said, “Senior Chang, you should go change your robes.”

Right after his words, Chang Fuming’s robes were like withering flowers with petals falling down. At last only his underpants left.

“Ah!” Those female disciples all screamed and hurriedly covered their eyes, “So embarrassing.”

Yin Tao also covered his little face like other female disciples did, “So embarrassing. So embarrassing.”

Bu Qi couldn’t help rubbing his little head.

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