After standing on the ring with a sword in white, everyone around was silent at first, then they all stared at the romantic young man on the ring with wide eyes.

Good guy, what did this guy just say?

A paper-paste spiritual platform?

This man is really a martial artist? Why does he look like a Taoist practitioner than Master Wen?

Ye Qingxuan was also confused when she looked at Lin Moyang's back from the audience, but when she came to her senses, she still looked at Lin Moyang with a worried look on her face.

She didn't think Lin Moyang had any chance to win, and she would feel that it would be a blessing if she could come back without missing any arms and legs.

However, Lin Moyang insisted on fighting, and she had no obligation to stop her. If she had not seen that he had a good relationship with Zhao Yaning, she would not have spoken out to dissuade her just now.

However, thinking of Zhao Yaning's temperament, even though she was careless, she sighed, and then sent a voice to Wen Yifan on the stage and said, "Wen Yifan, don't go too far."

After hearing the paper-stuffed spiritual platform just now, Wen Yifan looked at Lin Moyang with a gloomy face. At this moment, he was even more anxious and smiled: "I originally just wanted to teach you a lesson, but now, it's too late for you to kowtow and admit your mistake."

At this time, an old Taoist priest wearing a shabby Taoist robe with a gourd hanging from his waist walked up to the arena tremblingly.

He took out a booklet, coughed a few times and said, "Cough cough, you must not harm your life on the fighting arena. Everything else will be done by yourself. If you agree, you will write a picture on this booklet."

Wen Yifan took the lead in walking towards the old Taoist priest, and after signing and placing the seal, he walked back to the spot, looking at Lin Moyang with a playful look.

After Lin Moyang wrote a picture, he smiled and said, "Please trouble the old Taoist priest."

The old Taoist priest hesitated for a moment, but he still advised: "Young man, I know that you have achieved great martial arts at a young age. There must be some extraordinary things in your martial arts. But after listening to my advice, it is still too late to leave now, so I can make the decision."

Lin Moyang shook his head and walked to the other side of the ring.

Seeing this, the old Taoist priest could only sigh softly, and then he even sat up on the edge of the arena and closed his eyes to rest.

Wen Yifan sneered and said, "Boy, don't worry, I won't control the air, so I'll save others from saying that I'll bully you, a little martial artist."

Lin Moyang moved his neck, turned his head and asked, "Can we start?"

Wen Yifan was stunned and furious. The ordinary man in front of him didn't take him seriously at all.

He said coldly: "Of course it's OK."

Lin Moyang slowly pulled out the Zhenwu Sword on his waist, his body was filled with true energy, and the black hair on his temples fluttered in the wind.

He raised his sword and pointed at Wen Yifan from a distance and said with a smile: "You'd better resist the beating, otherwise I'm really afraid of killing you if you missed."

Before Wen Yifan could speak, Lin Moyang's body filled with purple air and finally gathered on the sword body of Zhenwu Sword.

The next second, a huge purple sword energy rushed towards Wen Yifan.

Wen Yifan's pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt an extremely dangerous aura from this sword energy.

In front of this sword energy, he felt as if he was a child, but he still responded quickly and saw several blank talismans appearing around him.

Wen Yifan quickly condensed the spiritual energy on his fingers and danced in the air. Several talismans also burst into radiances of light.

An extremely solid spiritual energy barrier appeared in front of him, and at the same time, the purple sword energy also came to him.

A huge sound resounded around the ring, and everyone onlookers looked at the scene in front of them with incredible expressions.

I saw that the purple sword energy seemed to be constantly hitting the barrier, and the fairy master Wen was struggling to support it behind the barrier at this moment.

Ye Qingxuan was also full of incredible expressions. In her opinion, the power contained in the sword energy that Lin Moyang swung was far superior to that of ordinary spiritual-stage cultivators.

Is he really just a warrior?

How could there be such a strong martial arts true energy?

Wen Yifan's face was also ugly at this moment. This sword energy put great pressure on him. He had secretly used several talismans that had been engraved in seals to block the sword energy.

Fortunately, it finally blocked it. Seeing the increasingly weak sword energy in front of him, Wen Yifan breathed a sigh of relief, and then his face turned angry.

He was going to use one move to destroy this ignorant boy, but in the end he was fucked by the ants in his eyes.

Thinking of this, he took out a talisman quietly, and a bitter and difficult Taoist rune was written on it, and a ray of thunder and lightning was flowing on it.

This is a talisman carved by the elders in his sight, which contains a thunder technique. Although Wen Yifan's realm cannot be fully activated, it is enough to kill the ordinary spiritual realm.

And just as the sword energy dissipated, a cold light flashed in Wen Yifan's eyes. When his fingers clamped the talisman and was about to sacrifice it, a purple-gold figure flashed.

Lin Moyang had already arrived in front of Wen Yifan at this moment. He looked at Wen Yifan in front of him with a smile on his face, and then punched him down.

At this moment, Lin Moyang was full of purple aura, and golden light was all around to protect his body. The purple gold intention was filled with his punch, and the spiritual barrier burst inched in Wen Yifan's shocked face.

Lin Moyang also waved towards Wen Yifan with his sword in his right hand. Wen Yifan's mind was blank at this moment. When he came to his senses, Lin Moyang was already holding the sword across his neck.

The scene was silent, and even the old Taoist priest who closed his eyes and rested, looked at Lin Moyang, who looked like a god in the distance with a look of surprise and suspicion.

After Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a while, her eyes were filled with strange lights. Wen Yifan actually lost like this?

Lin Moyang looked at Wen Yifan who was at a loss in front of him with a smile on his face, patted Wen Yifan's face with the Zhenwu Sword in his hand, and said with a smile: "Wen Paper, it seems that you are not good."

Even though he put his sword away, he walked down the arena. After all, he was in Nanhua City, and he didn't want to hurt others at will. After all, he had to be kind to others, right?

But at this moment he was also very surprised. The power of the Zhenwu Sword is far beyond his expectations.

What surprised him even more was that when he was swinging his sword, he actually felt a sharp and mysterious aura in the Zhenwu Sword.

So he also wanted to go back soon and investigate.

I have to say that with our current method, how can we succeed in practicing Taoism in the future and control the sword in the sky? How can we be so fierce?

Just as Lin Moyang was about to walk off the arena, a sudden change occurred. Wen Yifan in the distance gritted his teeth and looked at Lin Moyang, then thrust the talisman in his hand towards Lin Moyang.

A ray of thunder flashed, and then a thick thunder and lightning rushed towards Lin Moyang like a spear.

Everyone in the audience was in an uproar. No one could have thought that Wen Yifan, who had been defeated, would dare to attack.

Ye Qingxuan looked panicked, she wanted to take action but it was too late, so she could only shout loudly: "Be careful!"

Lin Moyang also felt the arrival of danger at this moment, and the golden light once again reflected his body, and at the same time he was also trying his best to operate his own Vajra Indestructible and Anti-Vajra.

After the lightning spear hit Lin Moyang's back, a ripple appeared behind him.

The lightning spear actually rushed towards Wen Yifan in the distance at an extremely twisted angle the next moment.

Wen Yifan looked confused. Why did the magical power transformed by this talisman actually come towards him?

Just as the lightning spear was about to penetrate Wen Yifan, a figure suddenly fell from the sky, and then grabbed the lightning spear in his hand, turning into wisps of lightning and dissipating.
Chapter completed!