Chapter 227 Angry Wang Teng

Standing in front of the ring.

Wang Teng pointed his toes, and the whole person flew into the air and landed steadily on the ring five or six meters high.

Originally, there was no ring here.

But more and more people came to the Three Sword Peaks to fight, so some strong men moved some huge stones to forge this five or six meter high ring.

And the north side of this ring is an extremely smooth cliff, which is hundreds of meters high.

There is a sword mark of seventy or eighty meters long on the cliff hundreds of meters high, and there is a faint sword energy in the sword mark.

You can't sense anything just by looking at it, but if you expand your spiritual consciousness to touch this sword mark, you can sense the extremely frightening sword intent.

It's as if a sword energy suddenly slashed towards you.

It is rumored that not many cultivators can last more than a minute in front of this sword mark.

Before, a strong man in the Condensation Realm came here and wanted to feel the sword intent contained in this sword mark.

However, the strong man in the Condensation Realm was completely defeated after less than a minute and a half.

This also made the Three Sword Peaks famous.

In addition to the cultivators who came here to fight and challenge, most of the cultivators came here to comprehend the sword meaning contained in this sword mark.

And the common cultivators who came here today basically came for the life-and-death challenge between Wang Teng and Lu Fan.

In addition to the tens of thousands of common cultivators gathered here, there are also a steady stream of cultivators coming.

After all, this is a duel between the Prince of Daqian and the number one genius of Zihua Sect, so the attraction is naturally very great.

Although most of the common cultivators think that Wang Teng will win without a doubt, they still want to come and witness it with their own eyes.

In addition to ordinary common cultivators and scattered immortals, there are also cultivators from small and medium-sized forces.

There are even some cultivators with hidden identities.

And these cultivators with hidden identities are very easy to identify, all wearing long robes, and their faces are covered by cloaks.

There are quite a few cultivators dressed like this, so it didn't attract much attention.

After all, the protagonists today are Wang Teng and Lu Fan.

After Wang Teng landed on the stage, he closed his eyes and stood with his hands behind his back. The breeze blew, his black hair fluttered, and his whole body exuded a cold aura that kept strangers away.

Xing Daojie, Lu Tong and others took out chairs from their storage rings and sat down in the audience. They also closed their eyes and waited patiently.

Their faces were extremely calm, and they didn't take today's life and death competition to heart at all.

For them, it was just a formality.

As long as Wang Teng killed Lu Fan here, their goal would be achieved.

Seeing the people of Zihua Sect so calm and self-assured, the onlookers and monks started to discuss again.

"Tsk tsk, Zihua Sect is really awesome. This time it is clear that they want to keep the prince here."

"Isn't Zihua Sect afraid that Emperor Qian will attack them?"

In this way, the onlookers and monks discussed and waited, and time passed by.

Soon it was noon, and the scorching sun was hanging high in the sky.

At this moment, everyone had been waiting for nearly two hours, and Lu Fan still didn't move.

And the number of people waiting here reached more than 100,000.

Among the more than 100,000 onlookers, ordinary people in the Body Refining Realm and Qi Refining Realm accounted for more than half.

Among them, there were also some ordinary people with no cultivation.

However, they did not dare to get close at all, but just stood far away at the edge of the platform.

After all, there were cultivators in front, and ordinary people without cultivation would be courting death if they got close.

Although they wanted to watch the excitement, they did not want to lose their lives.

Under the scorching sun, all the onlookers became impatient.

"What's the situation? It's almost noon. Why hasn't the prince come yet? Could he really not dare to come?"

"If he doesn't come, he knows the times. He who knows the times is a hero. Coming here is to die. Isn't that what a fool would do?"

"This prince is too cowardly. Even if he doesn't accept the challenge, at least he can save some face by showing up."

For a while, curses and ridicules rang out on the huge platform.

Most of the cultivators thought Lu Fan was too cowardly.

As the prince of Daqian, he was so scared that he dared not even show his face. It was too embarrassing.

The monks from Pingchuan City and Hanyang City couldn't help but refute when they heard these ridicules.

Others didn't know whether Lu Fan had the courage, but how could they not know.

Especially the monks from Pingchuan City.

They still remembered the words Lu Fan left in Pingchuan City.

To them, Lu Fan was definitely not a waste, but a prince who was worthy of their awe and worship.

It's a pity that the monks from Pingchuan City and Hanyang City did not account for a high proportion of all the monks.

So their rebuttals were directly drowned out by more fierce disdainful ridicule.

Helplessly, these monks were also sprayed and dared not speak, and could only secretly pray in their hearts that Lu Fan would come quickly.

Others thought Lu Fan didn't dare to come, but they were sure that Lu Fan would come.

In this process, another hour passed.

The scorching sun was even more powerful at this moment. The faces and foreheads of the onlookers were all sweating, and they were even more irritated.

Even some of the monks who believed in Lu Fan couldn't help but waver at this moment.

After all, Hanyang City was not very far from here, and it was reasonable to say that they should have reached this distance a long time ago.

At this moment, not only the civilians and cultivators who were watching were a little irritated, but also the high-ranking officials of Zihua Sect such as Xing Daojie and Lu Tong under the ring were impatient.

"It seems that Lu Fan really doesn't dare to come."

"Humph, since we have launched a life-and-death challenge, it is not up to him.

Since he doesn't dare to come here, let's go to Hanyang City and go to the gate of the County Governor's Mansion.

In front of hundreds of thousands of cultivators in Hanyang City, I want to see how long he can be a coward."

When Lu Tong and the two deacons expressed their opinions, Wang Teng, who was standing with his hands behind his back on the ring, also opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, his eyes burst out with terrifying murderous intent and fierce light.

"Damn thing, do you think you can escape without coming... I will tear you into pieces no matter what, and avenge hundreds of my Wang family members."

Under the consolation of his master Xing Daojie, he suppressed the murderous intent and anger in his heart.

Under this period of suppression, the murderous intent and anger in his heart had already reached the extreme.

Now Lu Fan has not arrived yet, which makes his extremely strong killing intent and anger even more violent.

Just when Wang Teng wanted to jump off the ring with murderous intent and go to Hanyang City with his master and his party.

The crowd on the southeast side suddenly became agitated.

This platform is located on the mountainside of the main peak of Sanjian Peak. There is a spiral stone road leading to it at the bottom of the mountain.

The place where the commotion happened was the entrance of the spiral stone road to this huge platform.

Then the onlookers retreated one after another, leaving a three-meter-wide passage.

Under the gaze of one eye after another.

Four figures escorted a carriage slowly forward along the passage, and came directly to a place ten meters away from the ring...