On the high platform, Tang Feng stood facing the wind, his long hair fluttering in the breeze, his dark green robe rustling, giving off a sense of effortless elegance.

  "The last one!" Tang Feng swung his long sword and pointed at the last giant sword sect disciple.

  The giant sword door disciple looked at Tang Feng with a timid expression, her face was extremely difficult, her level was barely comparable to the other two yellow-level lower-grade fellow disciples, and just now Tang Feng had easily forced his opponents to fall twice, as if it was not difficult at all, she was afraid that if she went up again, she would be humiliating herself.

  "What's wrong?" Tang Feng sneered, "Who was it that said Tian Xiu only knew how to bully the few with the many? Now I'm giving you all a chance for a one-on-one fight, but no one is coming up?"

  As soon as Tang Feng's voice fell, a rustling sound of clothes came over, and immediately a figure rushed onto the high platform. Tang Feng turned his head to look at the newcomer, and was shocked to find that this person was actually Bian Nanfeng, the young master of Giant Sword Sect.

  Bian Nanfeng's face turned gloomy as he said, "A big man bullying some girls is really a loss of face. Why don't I come and play with brother instead?"

  Bian Nanfeng was also helpless, although he too considered the face and reputation of his sect. However, the prize for this match was a Tianbing weapon, which was originally thought to be won by one of his own female disciples. But then Tang Feng, a registered disciple, suddenly appeared out of nowhere and defeated several of them in just two or three moves. If he didn't take action now, that Tianbing weapon would have to change its surname, losing this treasure would definitely result in him being scolded by his father when he returned.

  As soon as Bian Nanfeng came on stage, Bai Su'e slapped the table in anger: "Too shameless! Too thick-skinned!"

  The four elders also looked extremely ugly.

  Tang Feng had only just refined his seventh-grade Lianlian Furnace, but Bian Nanfeng was already a mid-grade Xuanjie. The gap between their cultivation levels could be described as a chasm.

  Tang Feng is only 15 years old today, while Bian Nanfeng is already 25 or 26 years old, which is a difference of ten years.

  No matter whether it was a gap in strength or age, the difference was just too great. Even if Tang Feng had followed Bai Xiaolou to cultivate for a month, even if the martial classics of the White Emperor City were exquisite, this kind of gap could not be made up for.

  As soon as Bian Nanfeng came on stage, the thousands of Tian Xiu disciples below began to boo and jeer. The girls were relatively elegant in their insults, not using any profanity, but with thousands of people criticizing together, the scene was quite impressive.

  Bian Nanfeng's face turned alternately pale and blue, as if a dye shop had been opened on his face.

  Tang Feng gazed coldly at Bian Nanfeng, sneering: "Am I bullying them? I'm only at the 7th level of Lianxu realm now. Which one of their strengths doesn't far surpass mine? As for you, although I can't see your realm, I think your strength must be even higher than theirs. Are you jumping up to bully me?"

  Bian Nanfeng's face turned red with anger, and he said, "This time we agreed to a spar between young disciples. As the Young Master of the Bian Clan, I am also considered one of the younger generation of disciples, so I didn't break any rules. And as for bullying you..." Bian Nanfeng sneered coldly, "I'm just relying on my superior strength to bully you, what can you do about it?"

  "Shameless!"

  "Shameless!"

  The sound of scolding from the younger generation below rose and fell, while Bian Nanfeng pretended not to hear.

  "What a great Young Master of the Giant Sword Sect, so this is indeed the style of your Giant Sword Sect. It's truly impressive." Tang Feng's words were also laced with hidden meanings and veiled threats.

  However, Bian Nanfeng's words are also true. This time's sparring is a test for the disciples of the same generation, and at first, there was no rule that said who couldn't go on stage. Since Bian Nanfeng is a disciple of the Giant Sword Sect of the same generation, he has this qualification.

  His approach was just too shameless.

  "Things are getting troublesome now!" Lin Ruoyan said in a low voice from the viewing platform.

  "Bian Nanfeng has made it clear that he is unwilling to hand over the Tianbing weapon." Bai Suyi sneered, "This kind of despicable man, fortunately I didn't agree to his previous alliance conditions."

  Among the jeers of the crowd, Bian Nanfeng took a giant sword from one of the Giant Sword Sect disciples and coldly stared at Tang Feng, saying: "If you admit defeat now, it's still not too late. Otherwise, when we really start fighting later, your face won't look good either."

  "Is the Giant Sword Sect only capable of boasting?" Tang Feng looked at him with disdain, and without waiting for his opponent to make a move, he stepped forward with his Lotus Step, suddenly stabbing towards Bian Nanfeng's side. His long sword flashed, and he executed the Flat Lake Sword Technique in one swift motion.

  Bian Nanfeng let out a cold snort, his giant sword sweeping to the side, aiming at Tang Feng's longsword. Before the two swords even touched, Tang Feng had already withdrawn his sword and switched to another move.

  Although Tang Feng had killed several Xuan-ranked cultivators before, that was also by ambushing them with flying needles and disabling the combat strength of several high-ranking members of the Liu family. This time, however, it was a real-life battle.

  Lianxia Seventh Rank, Tang Feng can't possibly make it too exaggerated even if he could defeat his opponent by transcending ranks.

  Ling'er was caught off guard earlier and was kicked down by Tang Feng. The second big-eyed beauty, Tang Feng had a half-day battle with her, relying on his ever-changing swordsmanship to make her defenseless before emerging victorious. As for the remaining two lower-grade Huang-stage cultivators, Tang Feng won relatively easily.

  It can be said that with Tang Feng's current foundation, in the eyes of everyone, he could defeat opponents who are only at the mid-grade Huang rank using his sword techniques and moves. If the opponent's strength were to increase even slightly, Tang Feng would be somewhat insufficient.

  Nanfeng is actually at the mid-grade boundary of Xuanjie.

  After just a few exchanges, Tang Feng knew that he couldn't win against him with just his swordsmanship and footwork.

  Bian Nanfeng was also somewhat annoyed, he originally thought that he could easily defeat Tang Feng and regain some face. But the reality made him a bit disappointed, in anger, Bian Nanfeng instantly used the power of his Lingshen.

  Tang Feng only saw Bian Nanfeng's body pause for a moment, the light of his aura flashing once, and then a tiger head that seemed to be there but not quite appeared suddenly behind Bian Nanfeng's head. The tiger head was as big as two washbasins, baring its teeth and looking ferocious. At the same time, a thunderous roar burst forth from its mouth.

  The dragon from the clouds, the tiger from the wind! After mobilizing his inner strength, Bian Nanfeng's moves became even more ferocious, his giant sword swung with increasing stability, and his own speed suddenly increased.

  Tang Feng was able to easily force the two yellow-stage lower-grade disciples of the Giant Sword Sect back, because their reactions couldn't keep up with Tang Feng's speed, and were thus found vulnerable by him. Bian Nanfeng was different, however - his reactions and techniques also had openings, but they weren't something that the current Tang Feng could grasp.

  Bian Nanfeng grew more and more courageous in battle, while Tang Feng could only rely on his footsteps to walk around him, looking somewhat exhausted from keeping up. Below, the thousands of Tian Xiu disciples watched with bated breath, their hearts all stuck in their throats.