Chapter 505: Shame, seven consecutive defeats! (2 updates)

Mo Tingfeng's strength has reached the tenth level of the Condensed Veins Realm, compared to Yan Wentao's eighth level of the Condensed Veins Realm, the difference is obvious.

Although Ling Feng did bring back a lot of powerful martial arts, in just a few days, they, the disciples, had no time to master them. After all, not everyone has the ability to defy the heavens like the Heavenly Dao Eye.

The two of them came on stage, and in just three moves, Mo Tingfeng kicked Yan Wentao to the ground, and the sword swung, and sword energy was everywhere, hitting Yan Wentao so hard that he could only roll on the ground to avoid Mo Tingfeng's torrential attack.

Ling Feng shook his head, suddenly stood up, and said loudly: "In this battle, I will admit defeat to the Wenxian Sect! Yan Wentao, come down!"

"Oh?"

The Mo Tingfeng on the stage put away his sword and stood up, with a joking expression on his lips, "Wenxian Sect's trash, you want to admit defeat?"

Yan Wentao clenched his fists, climbed up from the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked back at Ling Feng, gritted his teeth and said: "Master, I know you are doing this for my own good, but I will not admit defeat in this battle! Never!"

Ling Feng was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes flashed with a hint of admiration.

Perhaps Yan Wentao's talent is indeed not very good, but his perseverance is worthy of admiration.

"Okay." Ling Feng nodded, Wenxian Sect is blessed to have such a disciple.

"Hahaha..."

Cao Tailai, the leader of Liuyun Sword Sect, narrowed his eyes and laughed: "Tingfeng, please show some mercy to the disciples of Wenxian Sect, don't slap them in the face, hahaha..."

"Yes, Master!"

There was a sly flash in Mo Tingfeng's eyes. Cao Tailai said don't slap them in the face, in fact, he was really hinting that he must severely humiliate the disciples of Wenxian Sect.

"The game continues!"

Accompanied by the loud shout of Taoist Tianyun, Mo Tingfeng's sword blade swung open again, and sword energy swept across the sky. Just one encounter, Yan Wentao was stepped on hard.

Mo Tingfeng stepped on Yan Wentao's cheek and grinned, "How about it? Do you admit defeat?"

"No! No! I will never admit defeat!"

Yan Wentao gritted his teeth and tried to pry open Mo Tingfeng's feet, but he couldn't shake the opponent at all.

The gap between the two pulse gates made Yan Wentao completely helpless in Mo Tingfeng's hands.

"Damn it..." Elder Yao clenched his fists tightly, watching his disciples being bullied like this, and he was so angry that his whole body was shaking. "It's okay." Ling Feng was not angry but happy, and said lightly: "Look at the look in Yan Wentao's eyes, don't worry. In less than a year, it will be Mo Tingfeng who will be stepped on!" Boom! Boom! Boom! Yan Wentao was kicked around like a sandbag on the ring. The Xianzong side was indignant, while the disciples of Liuyun Sword Sect were very proud. Didn't the head of the Xianzong be very arrogant just now? When they really got on the ring, the disciples of the Xianzong were still beaten up! Yan Wentao was abused for about a quarter of an hour, and in the end Mo Tingfeng felt that there was no need to waste too much true energy and physical strength, so he kicked him off the ring. This game was considered the victory of Liuyun Sword Sect. The first victory of the opening made the arrogance of Liuyun Sword Sect extremely arrogant. Several disciples hurriedly helped Yan Wentao back. Although this guy was beaten black and blue, he did not feel disappointed. Instead, he smiled at Ling Feng and said, "Master, did you see that? I didn't admit defeat!"

"Yeah." Ling Feng nodded and patted Yan Wentao's shoulder gently. A strong true energy flowed into Yan Wentao's body, which immediately boosted his spirit.

"The strength or weakness of a moment does not mean anything. Practice well, and it won't take long before you can fight back the way the opponent hits you! A warrior can be defeated, but he must never admit defeat!"

Ling Feng did not hide his admiration. Talent is one aspect, and character is the ultimate.

I believe that with the high-level martial arts and cultivation techniques that I brought back, after a year or so, with Yan Wentao's character, he will definitely be reborn!

"Hmph!"

On the stage, Mo Tingfeng looked arrogant and looked at the disciples of the Wenxian Sect with disdain, shaking his head and jokingly said, "They are vulnerable!"

"Hahaha, Senior Brother Mo is mighty!"

"I think if Senior Brother Mo takes action, he can defeat all those vulnerable guys of the Wenxian Sect!"

"Hahaha..."

Next, Mo Tingfeng continued to turn the Heavenly Compass, and defeated three disciples of the Wenxian Sect and a disciple of the Qiankun Sect in succession. In the end, he lost to a disciple of the Qiankun Sect because of physical exhaustion.

At this time, the Wenxian Sect had lost four games in a row, without a single victory!

Such sobriety was not only for the Liuyun Sword Sect, but even the leader of the Qiankun Sect shook his head.

It seems that the disciples of the Wenxian Sect will probably be wiped out in the battle.

On the stage, the disciples rotated.

Whether it was the Qiankun Sect or the Liuyun Sword Sect, they occasionally won or lost, but the Wenxian Sect lost seven games in a row!

Those disciples at the eighth level of the Condensing Veins Realm, when they met disciples at the ninth or tenth level of the Condensing Veins Realm, the outcome was basically unpredictable.

The only disciple of the Wenxian Sect was lucky enough to meet an opponent of the same level as him, but unfortunately, the opponent's fast sword still defeated him and kicked him out of the ring.

"The disciples of the Wenxian Sect are really vulnerable!"

The person on the stage was a disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect, who laughed and said, "The Wenxian Sect has lost seven games in a row. I suggest that you withdraw from the competition. Among the top three sects, the Wenxian Sect should be removed!"

"Hahahaha, what is the Wenxian Sect? It's better to call it the Turtle Bastard Sect. Anyway, it will only get beaten!"

"That's right, seven consecutive defeats, it's embarrassing!"

"Where did the arrogance just now go? It turns out they are all a bunch of wimps!"

All kinds of comments and curses filled the whole place. The disciples of Wenxian Sect were all trembling with anger, but the record was right in front of them, seven consecutive defeats!

No matter how angry they were, they didn't even have the capital to curse.

The only ones who could remain calm were Ling Feng and Lin Xianer.

Under the gaze of everyone, the disciple of Liuyun Sword Sect slowly turned the compass of heaven's choice, and as the golden light flashed, the final number was determined.

Bing ten!

Bing ten is Lin Xianer's number.

"Next, please ask Lin Xian'er from the Immortal Sect to come on stage to fight!" Taoist Priest Tianyun read out the names on the roster.

"Finally, it's my turn?" Lin Xian'er has been sitting behind Ling Feng, silent.

She had seen everything just now. Wenxian Sect's seven-game losing streak could be nailed to the pillar of shame.

However, the losing streak will stop with her.

"Xian'er, it's up to you." Ling Feng smiled lightly, having complete confidence in Lin Xian'er.

Let alone seven consecutive defeats, even if it was nine consecutive defeats, Ling Feng absolutely believed that Lin Xianer was enough to turn things around.

Tian Zi’s disciples are not just casual remarks!

"Leave it to me." Lin Xianer turned around and smiled brightly at Ling Feng.

It was Ling Feng who had been helping her all along, and now it was time for him to repay the favor.