Liang Xin said before that what scores must be reached before you can get what rewards you can get.

Yang Feng asked inexplicably: "Since that's the case, why should we decide to win 50 or 80 games?"

Bai Shan shook his head and said, "How can you take such a precious thing from Yuanjing to reward? This is just a gimmick. Don't take it seriously. Don't say that no immortal cultivator can win 80 games. Even if you can win 80 games, you will be interrupted by various reasons. However, you have won 50 games."

Yang Feng originally planned to win a bottle of Yuanjing, but he didn't expect that this would be the case.

Elder Chen looked at Yang Feng and smiled and said, "This is normal. After you win in a row, few top masters from the other nine sects went up. Otherwise, the masters of major sects would compete at the beginning and there would be nothing to see through later. Now the sect competition has formed this tacit understanding, which is also a hidden rule that everyone agrees with. Therefore, it is a good thing that the sect leader said that you can come down in time. As for the first time, you will only go all out when you compete for the last dozen people."

Taifei smiled and said, "The people from Tianmen are not satisfied with you when they come on stage, but fortunately, you come down in time to take care of everyone's face. After several major sects get a certain score, they will compete."

Yang Feng got fourteen points for the Sword Sect, which is already a great contributor.

All the elders of the Sword Sect were kind to Yang Feng.

Leng Li on the stage has won two consecutive games, and the third game is obviously about to win.

Yang Feng suddenly felt a little excited. Even such a big game made a vain marrow come out, making him happy in vain.

Yang Feng returned to the stage again and said lazyly when he saw the game on the stage: "This warm water-like game is really not energetic."

"Warm boiled water? In the last ten competitions, you will see what a life-and-death battle is. The cultivators on the stage are all dying. At this time, they are just to obtain the qualification for the final decisive battle." Liang Xin, who was standing beside Yang Feng, explained.

Yang Feng had just heard the words of several sect bosses and immediately said: "In fact, it is difficult for anyone to get fifty points. I still think about Yuanjing."

"It's hard for anyone to get it, but someone to get it more than once."

Liang Xin explained that Yang Feng came on stage too quickly before, and she had not had time to explain.

When Yang Feng saw that Leng Li had indeed won seven games in a row, he got off the ring expressionlessly.

After Leng Li stepped down, another golden-shirted immortal cultivator flew onto the stage and said, "Wang Lin of the Sword Sect, I would like to ask you all."

A bastard from the Sword Sect? Yang Feng flew over and landed on the stage again without hesitation. Liang Xin didn't even have time to scream.

Although many people know the tacit understanding between the sects, more than 90% of the cultivators in the audience will not care about this. What they care about is the excitement of the competition.

Now that Yang Feng is on the stage again, it immediately attracts waves of enthusiasm.

"Why did Yang Feng go up again?"

Even Elder Chen and others who had just spoken to Yang Feng were a little puzzled. Yang Feng had a conflict with the Sword Sect and was not suitable for going up at this time.

"Hmph, this kid really thinks he is the best in the world."

Some top-ranked immortal cultivators are already feeling uncomfortable.

There is no competition for them now. This guy is on stage again. Do you want to give others a score?

Even some judges frowned.

The Xianzhou Sect Competition is actually mainly to select the top ten sects.

And these rules have been accumulated for countless years, and ordinary sects know them.

This kind of competition rules is visible and expectant.

I look forward to who has the most wins in the end and who is the first in the end.

But now they met a guy who didn't play according to common sense.

It's still far from the end to see who is better, Yang Feng made a foul.

The problem is that even though he knew that Yang Feng had committed a foul, he had no reason to come out and stop him.

Yang Feng didn't know that he had aroused public anger, but he knew that he had violated the unspoken rules.

Even so, Yang Feng was not afraid at all.

Anyway, after the game, he will fly far away, so he will care about the southeast, west and north?

No matter what the result is after the competition, as long as he gets the prize and leaves, nothing else has to do with him.

"I have long wanted to come up and teach you a lesson. Now that you are seeking death by yourself, I will fulfill your wish..."

A trace of ferociousness appeared at the corner of Wang Lin's mouth, and a blue sword shadow shot towards Yang Feng when he raised his hand.

When the sword shadow had just shot out, there was still a blue sword energy. After a moment, waves of sword ripple waves formed around Yang Feng.

Yang Feng immediately knew that Wang Lin was stronger than all the cultivators he had fought on this stage before.

At the same moment, Yang Feng's Zhuxian Sword shook, and Xuanbing's thirty-six sword lights blasted out.

"Clang clang..."

The dense murderous intent clashed out on the ring, and the dense sword patterns fell on the sword light net formed by Yang Feng Xuanbing's thirty-six swords, and they could no longer make any progress.

Wang Lin couldn't believe that Yang Feng's sword light net could actually block his sword pattern.

As his true energy was madly aroused, the sword patterns slammed at Yang Feng's sword beam net one after another.

"boom……"

The sword ripples finally burst, completely tearing Yang Feng's Xuanbing Thirty-six Sword Light Net.

The powerful true energy backlash made Wang Lin retreat several steps away.

Yang Feng was not moved, and he also admired Wang Lin's strength in his heart.

It is not an exaggeration to say that ordinary immortal cultivators can cultivate to the level of Wang Lin.

Wang Lin's face changed. The sword ripples that he had stirred so wildly just now were unable to shake Yang Feng at all.

This Yang Feng is really terrible, but the elder is right. Yang Feng's strength is definitely stronger than him.

"Check my sword again..."

As Wang Lin spoke, the blue sword in his hand slashed directly and slashed down. The blue sword brought out a wide sword light of more than ten feet.

The power of this sword light seemed to split the entire arena, and everything under the sword light would be turned into powder by the sword light.

Blood qi spurted out from Wang Lin's head. Even fools knew that Wang Lin's sword had burst out of his own potential, and even burned his essence and blood to slash it down.

It can be seen that he would never give up if he didn't kill Yang Feng.

"Break it for me..."

When the huge sword light was still in the air, Wang Lin shouted wildly again with a huge aura.

He had already deeply experienced Yang Feng's strength. He knew that he would never be able to use his trump card to deal with Yang Feng.

"Kaku. Boom..."

The blue sword light buzzed on the sword light net that Yang Feng had just condensed, making a shattering explosion.

Xuanbing's thirty-six sword lights were blasted away, and Yang Feng was driven by this kind of sword that burned the essence and blood and took several steps back.

But at this time, the blue sword light did not dim, but instead stretched and widened again.

The violent sword intent swept down seemed to have to twist Yang Feng into pieces before he could stop.

Yang Feng was furious. He didn't take Wang Lin in sight. This guy actually thought that he could kill him with burning his essence and blood.

The Zhuxian Sword shook and made waves of sobs and screams.

"boom……"

The Xuanbing Sword blew on the falling blue sword light, bringing up waves of violent true energy vortexes.

Wang Lin's chest was blocked, and his true energy rolled down. He couldn't help but spurted out directly with blood.

When he saw that Yang Feng did not retreat at all and the long sword in his hand condensed into a sword-killing blade again, his heart immediately sank.

At this moment, he had fully understood that what was worse than Yang Feng was not a little bit worse than that of Yang Feng, and it was not at the same level at all.

Although he was evaluated as ninth, in his heart, even Leng Li, who ranked third, was not necessarily better than him.

And he is actually so far from Yang Feng.

Wang Lin felt cold in his heart. How is this possible? Could it be that this person has hidden his cultivation?

But at the moment when his thoughts changed, the long sword had already arrived at Wang Lin's eyebrows, as if passing through a layer of window paper.

The emotion of despair and fear surged into Wang Lin's heart, and this emotion instantly became addicted to a kind of darkness, disappearing without a trace.

"Click!"

Wang Lin's body fell on the ground like a ball of torn linen.

The surroundings became quiet. Although everyone didn't know the rules, they were very clear that no matter which level of competition, the better it was to the back.

The competition has just started not long ago, and it is so exciting.

One of the top ten sects, a cultivator who ranked ninth in the preliminary round of the Sword Sect was killed with a sword.

A moment of silence was accompanied by waves of warm roars and applause.

The cultivators watching the battle don’t care who you are, they need to see passion and excitement.

Tang Guang, the elder of the Sword Sect, clenched his fists and wished he could go on stage and kill Yang Feng immediately.

There are only two immortal cultivators in the Sword Sect entering the preliminary round, which is the least among the ten major sects. But now these two immortal cultivators have all been killed by Yang Feng.

"Tianmen Leng Li came up to learn more..." Leng Li, who had just left, actually went on the ring for the second time.
To be continued...