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The battle for the disciples of the Void Sword Sect had involved the gazes and minds of countless people. Everyone who was fine was paying attention to this matter.

Firstly, Mu Lingfeng was too famous.

Secondly, he wanted to see what was so special about the first place position of the new disciples under the cruel rules this year.

Mu Lingfeng's words caused a huge uproar in the crowd as they all looked at Mu Lingfeng in shock.

Everyone knew that Mu Lingfeng was crazy, but who would have thought that he would be so crazy. Could it be that he had never considered who the person in front of him was?

Zhang Han, who was ranked 301 on the outer sect competition, already had the strength of the Altering Muscle stage. After five years had passed, who knew if he had broken through to the first stage of the last realm. No one knew, because those who knew were probably already dead.

Right now, Mu Lingfeng actually dared to say that Zhang Han's brain was squeezed by the door. Everyone who knew Zhang Han saw the strange smile on Zhang Han's face, as if he was planning some trick. Actually, this was just a prelude to Zhang Han's anger.

The more angry he was, the weirder it was. Once he started to laugh, then he would be so embarrassed that he could only classify Zhang Han's opponent as a dead man.

"Mu Lingfeng, ah, Mu Lingfeng, I didn't want to kill you in the first place, but in the end, you chose to throw your life away. It looks like I, Senior Brother, have to clear your mind first, otherwise, you won't even know how high the sky is!"

"Get up here! If I don't beat you until you beg for mercy, I'm your grandson!"

With a sneer, Mu Lingfeng walked towards the stage step by step. His movements were extremely slow, as if he was getting used to it.

"You want to be my grandson? Why don't you take a look at yourself? Do you think you're worthy of being my grandson?"

Another formless taunt, it made Zhang Han's anger burst out from the depths of his heart. His eyes were filled with endless killing intent as he waited for Mu Lingfeng to come up, and for his senior brother to say that the competition would begin.

He smiled and did not reply, but his smile made all the new and old disciples feel an incomparable dread and terror.

Finally, they arrived in front of Zhang Han. Zhang Han and Mu Lingfeng looked at the inner court senior brother who was dozing off and said at the same time, "I am ready. I would like to request senior brother to host the sparring!"

The inner court disciple finally opened his eyes and looked at the two of them. He yawned, waved his hand, and said: "Once you're ready, let's begin!"

As soon as his voice fell, Zhang Han's figure had already disappeared from the stage, as if he had merged into the air. He then instantly appeared in front of Mu Lingfeng and threw a punch at him.

Immense heaven and earth origin energy enveloped Zhang Han's body. An endless infernal energy filled his fist, making him look like a ferocious devil as he waved his huge fist.

A slight ripple appeared in Mu Lingfeng's eyes. He stomped his feet on the stage and used the force of the impact to pounce forward.

The fist similarly contained boundless elemental energy as it collided with Zhang Han's fist.

In this collision, a hint of fear appeared in Zhang Han's eyes.

It was because Mu Lingfeng's strength did not resemble that of a cultivator with the Altering Muscle cultivation of four meridians. His strength should have been even greater than his own.

Zhang Han was instantly sent flying and tumbled a few rounds on the ground. His body was already completely covered with dust and looked very down.

"Heavens, Mu Lingfeng is too strong, how did he send Senior Brother Zhang Han flying? Can't this guy be more normal?!" It hasn't been long, and he already has this kind of combat power. I am truly worried for the seniors on the list! "

"What are you worrying about, what does it have to do with you? If our senior brother Zhang Han only had so little strength, how could he have almost entered the top three hundred!"

Perhaps this disciple who had spoken had lost all confidence. Zhang Han's loss just now had caused the disciples who had believed in him to waver a little. If Zhang Han did not make a beautiful reversal, then his reputation would have ended here.

"The Altering Muscle Eight Meridians only have this little bit of strength. If it's only this little bit, I would advise you not to spout such harsh words, so as to not embarrass yourself, you should just scram back home. Based on your current strength, you might be able to be a tyrant in a remote city.

However, a sect like the Void Sword Sect is not suitable for a weak and incompetent person like you.

Was Mu Lingfeng arrogant? No, he was only attacking Zhang Han, making him lose his mind in extreme anger.

The collision just now had seemed like he had gained the upper hand, but Zhang Han's strength was still at eight meridians of Altering Muscle, and he had already suffered some internal injuries. His strength was double that of someone of the same level, but that was only when the difference in strength wasn't too great.

Elemental energy was something that could easily be avoided. The opponent's elemental energy was much stronger than his.

Perhaps Mu Lingfeng's words were useless, because Zhang Han coldly snorted and said, "If you want me to lose my mind and be filled with anger, then you can use this opportunity to defeat me. Let me tell you, little thing, it's impossible.

A Zhanmadao appeared in his hand. With a loud sound, all the weapons in his hand trembled and rushed forward in their scabbards.

"This is … Saber Heart?"

A voice suddenly appeared in the air. It was a voice filled with amazement. The gaze that passed through the layers of space fell upon Zhang Han's body.

Zhang Han smiled complacently as the Zhanmadao in his hand drew a mark in the air. He gathered his elemental energy and rushed over, displaying his Origin Skill.

The blade shadows that filled the sky all looked as if they were ready to kill at any moment, extremely terrifying.

"Extermination Slash!"

A furious shout made all the disciples hear the name of Zhang Han's attack.

Would Mu Lingfeng not have a method to block his attack now? Don't forget what Mu Lingfeng has been doing these past seven days. An epiphany is a type of opportunity that cultivators can only seek by chance.

It was not an instant, nor was it a quarter-hour. It was a full seven days' time, which allowed him to reach the pinnacle of skill mastery for a portion of his Origin Skills.

It was a competition of Wu Gufeng's Thirteen Swords, a competition of Heaven Sword's Ultimate Skill.

"So what if there are blade silhouettes everywhere? An Origin Skill that can kill is only an Origin Skill. If it looks useful, why do you still need to learn powerful Origin Skills!" With a cold snort, the Tiger Teeth Dagger in his hand appeared in his five fingers.

He began to draw lines on his chest, as if he were a murderer. It was as if he was drawing in the void, completely without any feeling of threat.