As the Flying Eagle Ling Feng landed, he smiled faintly, his handsomeness something all men would probably envy, jealous, and hate. His face was smooth and fair, stunningly beautiful, with distinct facial features carved like sculpture, angular and extraordinarily handsome. His deep, black eyes shimmered with an enchanting luster, the dense eyebrows, the tall nose, and the perfect lips, every detail exuded nobility and elegance. Such a man was simply more beautiful than women.
"Long San, Ling Feng, step aside for me, or don't blame me for being rude." At this moment, three figures looked at each other, and Zhao Qingtian's expression darkened.
"Ha ha, how can you be rude, Zhao Qingtian, what can you do to me? Others may fear you, but I do not, hmph!" Flying Eagle Ling Feng snorted lightly, not putting Zhao Qingtian in his eyes at all. The fifth and the seventh on the Dragon List, how much difference could there be.
"Zhao Qingtian, if you're not convinced, how about we have a match?" Ba Dao Long San's fighting spirit surged.
The three Dragon List powerhouses instantly surrounded Li Wushuang in the middle, three absolute figures of the Yunyang Sect, not to mention the presence of Flying Eagle Ling Feng, the dream lover of all female disciples in the Yunyang Sect, instantly drawing countless envious, jealous, and hateful gazes onto Li Wushuang.
The three Dragon List powerhouses faced each other, their fighting spirits intertwined, all for the woman before them, each displaying a confrontational momentum like the sharp end against the wheat awn.
In the distant corner, the rugged figure of Qu Dao Jue, and the slightly sinister aura of Ghost Hand Du Zichun, also glanced at the three.
At this moment, all the disciples around automatically retreated, as if the three's aura indicated a great battle was imminent. All three were pursuers of Li Wushuang, none willing to admit defeat, sensing the aura of the three, many were highly anticipatory. If these three on the Dragon List were to make a move, who would emerge victorious in the end?
"Whoosh!"
Just as the three were in a standoff, with a huge rush of air, a giant flying beast descended from above, and instantly four figures landed in the arena.
"Shh!"
As the four landed, stirring up a gust of wind, all eyes turned to them. Among the newcomers, three were the guardians of the Earth Dragon Summit, with the lead figure in a black robe, exuding a strong aura, surrounded by an invisible air current.
The disciples looked slightly surprised; the newcomer was the great guardian of the sect, speculated by many in the sect to be even stronger than some of the elders.
"Greetings to the great guardian, greetings to all guardians." The disciples immediately bowed respectfully, and at this moment, Zhao Qingtian, Ba Dao Long San, and Flying Eagle Ling Feng also retracted their auras.
At this time, Li Wushuang also let out a sigh of relief.
"Didn't expect the great guardian to come. Looks like today's Earth Dragon Summit is really lively." Some disciples whispered.
Now, with the four guardians stepping forward, slowly walking to the center, their gazes swept over the disciples.
In front of several stone platforms, the guardians stood, the black-robed elder said lightly, his voice reaching nearly three thousand disciples present: "Today, there are three matches. Those who are going to compete, get ready. First up are Luo Zhi and Zhang Jia."
As the great guardian's voice fell, figures flickered among the crowd, one leaping into the air, drawing an arc before landing in the arena. This person was a female disciple, around twenty-one or twenty-two, with a pretty face, but seemingly with many pimples. Dressed in white tight-fitting clothes, her figure was prominently displayed, especially her chest, which seemed about to burst forth.
"Swish..." Another figure also instantly appeared in the arena, a young man in a blue robe, with a strong aura, standing on the stage, his Qi already vibrating.
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Both competitors took the stage, drew their weapons, and began to circle each other, attracting all the disciples' attention.
"These two, one ranked thirty-nine and the other forty on the Dragon List, I wonder who will win."
"It should be Zhang Jia. It's said that his strength has greatly improved recently through training in the Martial Spirit Illusion Realm."
As the disciples whispered among themselves, the two in the arena moved. With a flash of Qi under their feet, they entangled immediately, causing a series of sonic booms, their Qi scattering. Both were at the fourth level of Martial Soul strength, quite formidable.
Their fierce battle began, leaving many spectators dumbfounded. From any aspect, this battle between the two was a highlight of the Earth Dragon Summit, with no more than fifteen people present who could overlook them.
Of course, at this moment, Zhao Qingtian, Ba Dao Long San, and Flying Eagle Ling Feng did not pay attention to the battle, surrounding Li Wushuang, each watching the other, none speaking. Meanwhile, many female disciples gathered around Ling Feng.
For a time, the area around Li Wushuang was crowded with disciples.
Watching this scene, Li Wushuang could only smile wryly, and Cui Yu, Du Gu Binglan, Yang Miao, and others could only offer bitter smiles. Now, with three Dragon List powerhouses pursuing Li Wushuang, they felt overshadowed.
The fierce battle on the stage, Qu Dao Jue and Ghost Hand Du Zichun, did not even spare a glance, starting to meditate instead.
Naturally, this competition excited many other disciples, after all, Zhang Jia and Luo Zhi were absolute powerhouses among the younger generation.
After about twenty minutes and hundreds of moves, Zhang Jia seized a moment of carelessness from Luo Zhi, played his trump card, and defeated Luo Zhi.
"Zhang Jia wins, maintaining his rank of thirty-nine on the Dragon List." A guardian announced: "Next match, Jin Tao versus Shang Wenjie."
As the elder's voice fell, two figures leaped onto the stage, two young men around twenty-four or twenty-five, both with strong auras and an invisible momentum surrounding them.
"Jin Tao, ranked thirty-four on the Dragon List, Shang Wenjie, ranked thirty-two. This match is expected to be much more exciting than the last."
"Both are at the fifth level of Martial Soul, it's hard to say who will win."
As the crowd discussed, the two young powerhouses in the arena collided with a boom, the sound of their impact continuous.
Their rankings on the Dragon List were higher than Luo Zhi and Zhang Jia in the previous match, and their battle was much more intense, immediately erupting into a fierce fight. Their strength earned nods from the great guardian and others; the young generation's capabilities were indeed not weak.
"Eh, have you noticed? Li Lin seems to be missing today."
"Indeed, he hasn't shown up. Didn't he agree to a battle? Could he be afraid?"
"Could he really be too scared to show up?"
With the second match underway, it was discovered that a very important figure of the day had not shown up.
It was already morning, and atop a mountain peak, a figure in a blue robe was moving swiftly. On the uneven rocky surface of the mountain top, with every light step, powerful Qi burst forth from beneath his feet like a tide, and a wind vortex formed underfoot, whistling out. The gusts swept away all the pebbles on the ground, as if a violent wind had blown past.
Li Lin was practicing with abandon, his body shuttling across the mountain top, his clothes rustling in the vortex of wind.
"No, it's still far from enough." Li Lin frowned, changing direction as he moved, a flash of Qi under his feet instantly gave rise to a wind vortex.
"Swoosh!"
With the appearance of the wind vortex, Li Lin instantly disappeared from his original spot. When he reappeared, he was already five meters away. With such speed, it was as if he had teleported, but from the look on Li Lin's face, he seemed still unsatisfied.
Raising an eyebrow, Li Lin continued to flash step, with wind vortexes condensing under his feet, his whole person instantly started moving non-stop on top of the mountain, his speed increasing rapidly, as if dragging a string of afterimages behind him.
"It's still not enough, far too lacking." Despite such incredible speed, Li Lin was not satisfied at all and continued to practice. This kind of devoted practice had been going on from yesterday till this morning, for over twenty hours straight, Li Lin had been practicing without eating, drinking, or showing any signs of fatigue.
"The strength of our master is all due to his desperate practice. No wonder he is much stronger than other human warriors of the same level." A blood lizard, perched on a towering rock, spoke while shaking its blood-red tail.
"That's right, you haven't seen the hardships our boss went through before. That's what you call arduous," the voice of a little dragon echoed in the blood lizard's mind.
As Li Lin continued to practice, the wind vortex around him grew larger and his speed became even more astonishing, reaching a level that dazzled the onlooker. The Qi flowed around his body, emitting a powerful force that directly cleaved through the air in front of him.
Li Lin's body, at this moment, kept dragging out afterimages under a bizarre arc, with howling air currents bursting forth violently.
When Li Lin's speed reached a certain extreme level, a violent yellow wind vortex formed around him, including the ground beneath his feet. The wind vortex spun at high speed, causing the hard ground and rocks on the mountain top to be swept by the air vortex, instantly cracking.
"Sigh..."
The air vortex disappeared, and Li Lin's body abruptly stopped, dragging a strong gust of wind far behind him. Yet, at this moment, Li Lin's brows were still tightly furrowed, as his practice was still far from reaching his expectations.