Mo Ye's eyes flickered slightly, coldly staring at Lin Feng. This guy really didn't know what he was doing, did he think that relying on his talent would be enough to make Nan Gong Ling move?

  "How ridiculous." Mo Xie's eyes showed a mocking color.

  "The Sect Master, Tian Lang Wang and others are all here. Shall we let the Great Sect Competition continue, lest it be delayed."

  Mo Canglan, who had been sitting with his eyes closed, cultivating his spirit, suddenly opened them, and a cold glint flashed in his pupils. He was silent, but that didn't mean he wasn't clear about what had happened. On that day, Bei Lao had almost taken Mo Xie's life, which had already enraged him. For years, he had worked hard for the sect, and yet, because of an outer sect disciple, they wanted his son's life?

  And isn't this enough to make up for Mo Xie's mistakes, but also to let Mo Xie kowtow and apologize in front of everyone to this newly entered inner disciple?

  When Mo Canglan spoke, Nan Gongling couldn't help but smile wryly in his heart. If Mo Canglan hadn't been there, he might have punished Mo Xie. However, Mo Canglan had entered the Yunhai Sect earlier than him and was a senior member of the sect. Because of Lin Feng's matter, punishing Mo Xie would be able to calm Lin Feng's mind, but it would undoubtedly make those senior members of the sect feel cold and resentful towards the sect.

  Nangong Ling, in a dilemma of advancing and retreating.

  As the head of the family, he has a lot to consider.

  "Lin Feng, let's first proceed with the sect's grand competition, we can discuss this matter later, how about that?"

  Lin Feng heard Nan Gong Ling's words and suddenly understood that his own weight was not enough. The inner gate elder, the law enforcement elder, compared to himself, a talented junior, indeed had much more weight. However, Mo Xie's humiliation towards him, could it be just let go?

  Should he be bullied and oppressed just because he is weak?

  This time Mo Xie didn't pay the price, and another day Mo Xie still wouldn't care, plotting against him again because Mo Xie knew that Nan Gong Ling wouldn't move against him.

  Shaking his head, Lin Feng's gaze was firm. Although he was still weak, the weak also had blood and flesh, and dignity.

  Mo Ye has tried to take his life several times, and now he just wants to get back some interest. If Nan Gongling doesn't even agree to this request, then Lin Feng will still be looked down upon, and Mo Ye will think he can bully him at will. What's the point of staying in Yunhai Sect?

  " Sect Master, I know that Mo Ye has a noble status and Elder Mo Canglan is even more high and above, but just because of this, can he bully me at will? If I still can't hold my head up in Yunhai Sect, then what's the point of staying in Yunhai Sect?"

  Lin Feng's voice was firmer than ever, today, Mo Xie's crime must be determined.

  In the canyon, the space seemed unusually quiet. Lin Feng and Mo Xie, the elder of the inner gate, were facing each other. Between them, Nan Gong Ling could only choose one.

  "So domineering."

  Many people secretly smiled bitterly, Lin Feng's words were so tough, forcing the sect master to make a choice between him and Mo Xie, quite bold.

  "Ridiculous."

  A cold and indifferent voice suddenly came out, the speaker was an inner disciple, standing on the life-and-death stage of the inner disciples. Moreover, among those inner disciples, he stood in the twenty-first position, which also meant that his ranking among the inner disciples was twenty-first.

  "What a load of nonsense, Lin Feng! As a senior elder of the Mo Xie Clan, with such immense power and status, who do you think you are? Just an outer disciple, yet you dare to spout such insolence and absurdities. If Senior Elder Mo Xie wanted to harm you, would you still be standing here, speaking such blasphemy? I'm truly ashamed to share the same sect as you, Cloud Sea Sect!"

  This man coldly opened his mouth and directly accused Lin Feng of talking nonsense.

  Mo Ye heard this man's words, a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes, and he looked at this disciple with satisfaction.

  "Lei Bo, this foul-mouthed youngster, why bother to see him on the same level? The sect leader is so wise and will surely have a fair judgment."

  "Elder, I naturally know that the sect master is wise and brilliant, but seeing this junior who relies on his own slight talent being so shameless makes me furious beyond measure. If I were to meet him in the inner door's grand competition, I would definitely kill him."

  Lei Bo and Mo Xie sang in harmony, pinning the two characters "Sheng Ming" on Nan Gong Ling's head, as if Nan Gong Ling had listened to Lin Feng's words and sentenced Mo Xie to be incompetent.

  "Mo Ye elder is in charge of the sect's law enforcement, and he has many dogs. No wonder he has such a majestic presence, bullying the sect's disciples."

  Lin Feng's voice was full of sarcasm. If Lei Bo wanted to help Mo Xie get out of trouble, then he would have to pay the price.

  "Bad breath."

  Mo Ye cursed and cast a glance at Lei Bo with his divine eyes, and Lei Bo immediately understood.

  "Chongzhu, I Leibotan am furious, but this son has insulted me as a dog and a beast. Leibo wishes to challenge him to a fight to the death, and hopes that Chongzhu will grant his wish."

  Lei Bo's tone was furious, and he challenged Nan Gong Ling to a fight.

  Nan Gong Ling furrowed his brow, Lei Bo was ranked first among the inner door disciples, and his strength had already reached the third heavy spiritual martial realm, extremely powerful, far surpassing those in the second heavy spiritual martial realm. Lin Feng's swordsmanship was formidable, but the gap in their realms was evident; if he agreed to this fight, Lin Feng would be in danger.

  Just as Nan Gong Ling wanted to refuse, Lin Feng suddenly spoke up.

  "Master, I, Lin Feng, am innocent and clear. Don't let Mo Xie frame me, everyone knows this person is speaking nonsense and spouting crazy words. If not for Mo Xie's dog, what would he be? Please, Master, permit this battle, a fight to the death."

  Lin Feng raised his head and looked at Nan Gong Ling, his eyes calm and confident, without even a hint of fluctuation, which made Nan Gong Ling's heart slightly flutter.

  Is Lin Feng still hiding his strength?

  Nan Gong Ling's heart couldn't help but feel a hint of anticipation, his mouth slightly moving as he said, "Allow the battle."

  "Thank you, Master." Lei Bo saw Nan Gong Ling respond with excitement beyond compare, his body trembling slightly as he leaped into the air and landed elegantly on the Central Life and Death Platform, standing opposite Lin Feng.

  "This battle is a matter of life and death. The master has personally promised, as witnessed by everyone, Lin Feng, you will definitely die."

  Lei Bo emphasized in a deep voice, as if he was afraid Nan Gong Ling would change his mind.

  This time, Lin Feng was forced to back down by Mo Xie, and it was Lei Bo who stood out to help Mo Xie get out of the situation. If he could kill Lin Feng, Mo Xie's elder would definitely focus on cultivating him in the future.

  "You're quite confident."

  "Of course, you're just a junior who has just entered the inner gate. Even if your talent isn't weak, in front of me, who is at the third level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, you are too weak. I don't even need to release my martial soul to easily kill you."

  As he spoke, Lei Bo's aura burst forth, this aura was extremely overbearing and tyrannical. On his body, a white light flickered unsteadily, emitting crackling sounds, as if the sound of thunder.

  The gap between the third level of Lingwu Realm and the first level is too great, and it's not something that can be made up for with talent alone. Even if Lin Feng mastered the sword intent, he still couldn't.

  "I can tell you that my martial soul is lightning, a tyrannical and powerful lightning. Its attacking power is unparalleled, but as for you, you're not yet qualified to see me release my Lightning Martial Soul."

  Lei Bo's right hand rose, and a white lightning glow flickered in his palm, dazzling and shocking.

  Lei Dian Wu Hun, with an extremely powerful attack and extremely fast attack speed, is an extremely strong Wu Hun. It was precisely by relying on this Wu Hun that Lei Bo had just stepped into the Ling Wu realm's third layer for a short time, and his name was already carved on the 21st place on the stone wall, only one place away from entering the top twenty.

  "The Eight Desolations Palm."

  Lin Feng didn't even bother to exchange words with Lei Bo, and directly sent out a palm strike, six palm prints fiercely pounced out.

  "Hmm."

  Lei Bo let out a cold laugh, his palms slightly trembling. Six flashes of lightning simultaneously burst forth, striking the six palm prints. In an instant, the prints vanished.

  "Trend."

  Lin Feng's foot stepped out, a formless sword intent burst forth in space, no sword was present, but there was a sword aura, sword intent, and sword momentum.

  With a casual wave of his hands, another six-path palm print burst out, never to return.

  However, Lin Feng was very clear that this casual attack would not be able to shake the opponent. His footsteps advanced again, space howled, sword energy was stern, in the world, only the momentum of the sword remained.

  What's even more terrifying is that the enhancement of this sword aura was a sudden explosion, not just a slight increase. Compared to when Lin Feng killed those five inner sect strongmen earlier, it was many times stronger.

  Invisible pressure descended upon Leibo, and he felt his entire body bearing the pain of being torn apart. It was as if a slight carelessness would cause him to be ripped into powder by this powerful sword intent.

  Lingwu Realm, Second Layer.

  Lei Bo's heart skipped a beat as he roared: "You're not a first-level Spiritual Martial Realm, but a second-level one!"

  The crowd changed color, Lin Feng, indeed still hiding his strength, too abnormal. Not long ago, no one had heard of Lin Feng's name, but in a short period of time, Lin Feng quickly rose to become the focus of attention.

  Now that he has grasped the sword's momentum, he also possesses the strength of Lingwu Realm Second Layer, enough to rival a strong opponent in the Third Layer of Lingwu Realm. No wonder he is not afraid to fight against Leibo at all.

  "This guy's talent isn't just limited to martial arts."

  Nan Gong Ling was somewhat numb, still remembering the first time he saw Lin Feng, who was just a Qi Wu Realm junior at the time, very weak and small in stature. Even Lin Xuan of the Lingyue Sect, a Spirit Wu Realm cultivator, dared to bully him, but in this short period of time...

  Lin Feng broke through the Spiritual Martial Realm, grasped the sword intent, killed five disciples ranked in the top 81 of the inner sect, challenged a strong practitioner at the third level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, and seemed to be gaining the upper hand.

  "You talk too much."

  Lin Feng's footstep crossed again, and the invisible sword energy pierced through Lei Bo's clothes, stinging his skin. The terrifying majesty of the sword descended upon him, causing Lei Bo's face to change greatly. He had never seen the terror of a sword's momentum before.

  "Damn it."

  A low hum, the crackling sound rose and fell, Lei Bo's body was instantly wrapped in endless lightning, like a lightning snake, showing off its might, extremely dazzling.

  "The Eight Desolations Palm."

  A terrifying gust of wind swept out, endless palm prints covered the sky and earth. This time Lin Feng held nothing back, Eight Desolations Palm, obscured the sun and moon.

  "Wave of thunder."

  Lei Bo let out a loud roar, and his fists, carrying the glory of lightning, struck out simultaneously. The tyrant's lightning transformed into a ball of light, piercing the eyes of the crowd, and an unparalleled destructive force burst forth in space. Anything that approached Lei Bo's palm print would instantly vanish.

  "Drawing Sword Technique."

  The palm print had yet to dissipate when a sword light shot up into the sky, carrying with it that destructive sword intent.

  Drawing a sword requires speed, extreme speed, and the faster it is, the more terrifying the explosive force will be.

  Lin Feng drew his sword, its thick blade flashing through the air, tearing apart space and ripping everything open.

  "The God of Thunder is Angry."

  Lei Bo let out a loud roar, his entire body bathed in the endless radiance of lightning, his arms and hands all pierced by lightning, as if carrying the wrath of the Thunder God, striking out to resist that powerful sword aura.

  "Hum."

  Lightning and sword energy collided, dazzling white light was extremely scorching, the crowd's eyes all flashed, unable to open.

  Lei Bo felt a surge of pain coming from his body, his face turned pale. He never thought that Lin Feng would be so formidable.

  What is momentum? The more you fight, the stronger you become, for momentum.

  As this sword swung down, the surrounding sword momentum did not weaken but instead became even stronger. It was as if this momentum was about to overwhelm Lei Bo.

  PS: Wiped out, exploded, seeking all kinds of support!!!!!!