Yangzhou City, Tianfu Street, at this time, many Wu Xiu gathered in a large courtyard, making a loud noise.

  "We've got six people so far, and with Qiulian added, we're just one person short of eight. It's a pity that these guys are all freakishly strong, the eighth spot is definitely worth fighting for." A young man in the crowd said in a low voice, his eyes fixed intently on the front.

  "Are you dreaming? The eighth spot has already been decided, Feng Qian's cultivation is at the 9th level of Wu Jing, far surpassing many family heirs. He didn't even bother to compete earlier, simply because he looked down on it, thinking that this last spot was definitely his. Are you saying you're stronger than Feng Qian?"

  Someone next to him bluntly hit him.

  "How hateful." The man's face changed as soon as he heard the two words "Feng Qian", and he became extremely depressed, it seemed that this time the Yangzhou City Martial Arts Conference convened by the city master, he was not included.

  It turned out that Yangzhou City spread the news, and the city master's mansion would hold another Yangzhou City Martial Arts Conference. However, this time, in addition to the four major families being able to participate, disciples of other small families or even excellent young martial artists without a family could also attend, but they only had eight places in total.

  Similarly, the four major families of Chengzhu Nalan, Gu, Lin, and Wen each had eight quotas. These 40 quotas selected from among them represented the best young generation in Yangzhou City, a glory that attracted attention from all walks of life. Who wouldn't want to be the focus of attention?

  Unfortunately, the four major families including the City Master's Mansion had already confirmed thirty-two quotas. The rest of Yangzhou City could only compete for one of the eight quotas given to Autumn Lan by the City Master's Mansion. As for Autumn Lan, let them speak with their strength. At this time, seven people had already been selected, leaving only one last quota that could be competed for. But even this last quota was basically already confirmed, Feng Qian.

  Feng Qian wore a blue shirt, slender and tall, with piercing eyes.

  At this time, he saw him with his hands clasped in front of his chest, walking to the front of the crowd, and said indifferently: "This last quota is mine."

  The crowd saw Feng Qian's proud attitude and secretly resented him, wanting to go up and compare with Feng Qian, but thinking of the other party's strength, they could only sigh in their hearts, it seems that they can only be a spectator this time.

  Feng Qian swept his gaze over the hundreds of people in front of him, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

  "A bunch of trash, you don't even have the courage to fight. Since you're not brave enough to compete, I'll just go ahead." Feng Qian sneered and then prepared to head towards the grand hall in front of him. In the grand hall, seven people were already seated, namely Qiulian and the six selected individuals.

  "This guy is indeed as arrogant as the rumors say, and it's said that he's extremely ruthless. Anyone who dares to challenge him will definitely suffer severe consequences if they lose, becoming a useless person." The crowd thought to themselves, although they were extremely angry at Feng Qian's words, no one dared to speak up. Feng Qian's methods were notorious even in Yangzhou City, and since few people below the Spiritual Martial realm could control him, it made him even more overbearing.

  The angry crowd could only watch as Feng Qian walked step by step towards the main hall.

  "Wait." A not very loud voice suddenly rang out, and in the quiet courtyard, it seemed particularly clear. The crowd's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, turned their gaze, and immediately they saw a young man walking out of the crowd.

  The young man wore a white shirt, though not luxurious, was clean and tidy. He carried a long sword on his back, with a well-proportioned figure. What was even more astonishing were his eyes, clear and clean, yet giving people a sense of depth and vastness. Those bright and clear eyes also had a color that didn't match his age.

  Seeing this person, many self-proclaimed excellent young people have a hint of shame.

  The young man who appeared was Lin Feng after washing up, and after asking around a bit, he knew what was going on here and rushed over, as if he had arrived just in time.

  Feng Qian looked at Lin Feng, his hands still clasped in front of his chest, his eyes scanning him from top to bottom, seemingly sneering and mocking.

  "You're making me wait?"

  "Right." Lin Feng seemed to not understand Feng Qian's gaze, and nodded lightly.

  The corners of his mouth slightly hooked, Feng Qian looked at this young man who was one or two years younger than himself with a pitiful gaze, and smiled: "Do you know the consequences of making me wait?"

  Lin Feng shook his head with a bitter smile. In a world where martial arts were revered, people who claimed to be exceptionally talented all liked to pretend to be humble?

  He lifted his footsteps and walked towards Feng Qian. This scene caused the crowd to pause in shock. Was this guy crazy? At around 16 years old, even if he was a young master from one of those big families, he could at most have cultivated to the Qi Wu Realm's seventh or eighth level. How could he possibly rival Feng Qian?

  At this age, wanting to rival Feng Qian is impossible unless you are one of the most talented individuals from the four major families in Yangzhou City, and they clearly do not think Lin Feng is.

  "It seems you also want to enter the grand hall, I really don't know whether to admire your courage or say you're foolish. Since you want to compete, then I'll destroy your cultivation." Feng Qian saw Lin Feng provoking his authority, standing high and looking down at Lin Feng as if from a lofty height.

  "Clang!"

  A soft hum, a cold glint flashed by, and immediately a dull grunt was heard. Feng Qian's body slid across the ground, sliding all the way to 100 meters away.

  A mouthful of blood arrows spewed out from Feng Qian's mouth, followed by several violent coughs. Feng Qian knelt on one knee, with fresh blood still continuously spraying out of his mouth and dripping onto the ground.

  The sword light flashed again, and the cold light disappeared. The long sword returned to Lin Feng's scabbard.

  The crowd's pupils widened, their hearts trembled, Lin Feng, with one sword, sent Qing Tian flying?

  "How powerful." The crowd's hearts trembled, he was only around sixteen years old, yet the ninth rank of the Qi Wu realm, Feng Qian, couldn't even withstand a single move from him. Moreover, Lin Feng had shown mercy, merely using the sword body to slap, otherwise, with one swing of his sword, Feng Qian would have already lost his life.

  "Shut up, that's enough." Lin Feng didn't even glance at Feng Qian, turned his back on him and said indifferently. He then lifted his feet again and walked towards the main hall.

  Perhaps in his eyes, Feng Qian was not even worth a glance, and didn't even have the qualifications to make him take an extra look.

  Watching Lin Feng's back, countless thoughts flashed through Feng Qian's mind.

  You're such trash! These are Lin Feng's words to him.

  The way of martial arts is to go against the heavens and increase one's lifespan, to turn the world upside down, and even seize the creative power of heaven and earth. What kind of determination and perseverance are needed? But he, with his shallow understanding of the nine levels of Qi Wu, is like a frog at the bottom of a well, yet he is arrogant and looks down on others. This sword is not unjust.

  Struggling to get up, Feng Qian bowed deeply towards Lin Feng's back, not in awe of Lin Feng, but in gratitude for Lin Feng unlocking the shackles that had sealed his martial path.

  This scene left countless people bewildered, but some people's eyes sparkled as if they had thought of something.

  However, Lin Feng did not see this scene. In the great hall, the eyes of all seven people inside fell on him at once. Especially Autumn Lark, who was sitting in the first position, had seen Lin Feng once at Listening to the Wind Pavilion and naturally knew his identity. Moreover, she also knew something about Lin Feng's experience in the Lin family.

  "I need a quota to participate in this martial arts conference." Lin Feng's gaze fell on Qiu Lan, his voice calm but with a hint of determination. This battle, he must participate.

  "Bold." The person sitting below Akira's seat slapped his palm on the table in front of him, and instantly the wooden table burst into pieces.

  "What are you, daring to speak to Qiu Lan like that." This man's name was Wu Xiao, who had always harbored a certain fantasy towards the beautiful and talented Qiu Lan, and his strength was also extremely powerful, with a cultivation level of nine peaks in the Qi Wu realm, which was not something Feng Gan could compare to.

  In his opinion, Lin Feng defeated Feng Qian with one move, and he could do it too when Feng Qian was not paying attention. Now, he wanted to give Lin Feng a warning shot, showing off his strength and majesty, making Qiulan value himself more.

  Lin Feng looked at Wu Xiang with a glance, and his footsteps walked towards Wu Xiang. This made Wu Xiang stand up, and the aura on his body burst out, preparing for battle.

  Dazzling white sword light flashed again, stinging people's eyes. Wu Xiang didn't even react before letting out a miserable cry and covering his own wrist.

  Quickly, after entering the Lingwu realm, Lin Feng's casual sword strikes were already much faster than before and even more accurate.

  Lin Feng stretched out his hand and grabbed Wu Xiao's neck, then lifted him up and headed towards the outside of the main hall.

  "What's the use of having him attend the martial arts conference with this kind of trash?"

  As soon as the words fell, Lin Feng kicked out with one foot, and Wu Xiao's body flew backwards, heavily falling in front of the crowd on the square.

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