Chapter 190: Treason

"How dare you!"

Sen Wei's eyes were terrifying, and she spoke in anger.

Her voice was like the roar of a real dragon, which was breathtaking and frightened everyone outside the palace.

Immediately, she rushed forward, and sword lotuses appeared one after another under her feet, turning this place into a world of swords.

Green Lotus Sword Song!

But Fang Yang was not to be outdone. He walked like a dragon and a tiger, sublimated like a carp eagle, and evolved like a Kunpeng.

The majestic blood in his body rushed up, first lingering in the palace, accumulating great momentum, and then broke through the palace, rushing straight into the sky like a deep red.

Golden Tai Chi Diagram!

I saw the four-legged cauldron transforming wildly, all of which were the breath of Fang Yang and Sen Wei, entangled repeatedly.

Outside the palace, the sky suddenly exploded with scorching thunder, and then thunder rolled down.

The cracking sound was crisp and loud, exciting like a tide, like a sharp awl, piercing through the muffled thunder and sticking out.

The two pressed each other, repeatedly intertwined, accompanied by the column of blood, rendering the world vigorous.

Such a scene shocked the people outside the hall into silence, looking at each other in bewilderment.

They had no idea what was happening in the hall!

In the hall.

It was only because the arrogant and cold Sen Wei really relied on the attainments of the school to compete with Fang Yang.

Therefore, Fang Yang, who suddenly rose up, relied on the advantages of the two schools of thunder and fire, that is, explosive power, to push the cauldron forward directly.

He even arrived five steps in front of Sen Wei, bullied Sen Wei and forced Sen Wei to retreat three steps in a row.

Fang Yang's behavior was completely treason and rebellion!

Seeing Sen Wei's face getting more and more gloomy, Fang Yang felt like drinking ice in summer, his heart was extremely happy, and he sang a long song.

"Hmph."

A cold voice came from Sen Wei's mouth.

After she stabilized her steps, she used the advantage of the Mudao School, that is, the endurance, to counter-press Fang Yang.

The big cauldron trembled, Fang Yang's body trembled, and he was forced to retreat.

Sen Wei was slightly angry, she wanted to push Fang Yang to the wall and suppress him.

From childhood to adulthood, she had never encountered anything embarrassing.

Except for the accident when she was eight years old, it was Fang Yang who gave her a little embarrassment.

No matter how high she was, no matter how aloof and cold she was, she couldn't help but feel a little angry in her heart?

Unexpectedly, Fang Yang's steps were indeed retreating.

But Fang Yang just stuck between the second and third steps and gritted his teeth and refused to retreat.

As a result, Sen Wei's three thousand black hair fluttered wildly.

At this moment, the aura and Taoism of both sides were like green snakes and red snakes, entangled wildly on the big cauldron.

Such a scene immediately made Sen Hui, who was outside the field, sweat on his back.

Sen Hui could never have imagined that Fang Yang could actually compete with his sister Sen Wei.

She could not have imagined that Fang Yang would actually give his sister a small setback.

"No."

Sen Hui's eyes suddenly lit up.

The reason why she was curious about Fang Yang at the beginning was because she believed that Fang Yang was similar to her sister and hoped that Fang Yang could compete with her sister one day.

But to her surprise, this day seemed to come a little early?

But soon, she became worried again, worried that Sen Wei and Fang Yang would have a conflict because of this.

...

"Changshengtian, what happened in there?"

"Until now, I am still in a trance. How could Fang Yang be a master of two schools..."

"The Thunder School and the Fire School are both extremely murderous schools. Perhaps, Fang Yang has a chance to counterattack?"

"Don't joke. Being able to compete with the adults is already a great talent for Fang Yang. How could Fang Yang counterattack the adults..."

Outside the palace, everyone looked at the roar of the formation and talked about it.

To be honest, they didn't dare, nor were they willing to believe that Fang Yang would have the talent to rival or even defeat Sen Wei.

So, what they could accept was that Fang Yang's talent could at most rival Sen Wei.

Fang Xuan was in the middle of the field. Hearing everyone's praise for his cousin Fang Yang, he felt proud and immediately raised his head and chest.

Le Shiyu bit her red lips with her pearly teeth and looked at the magnificent hall from afar.

Dongfang Xuezhi's eyes were filled with shock, and she shook her head from time to time, secretly saying that Fang Yang was outrageous.

As for Minghai Nanyu, Dongfang Mo Ran, Qing Mang, Lin Tianxue and others, they stood on their own sides.

They tried to use different vision techniques to spy on the scene in the hall, but in the end they got nothing.

A quarter of an hour later.

The roar stopped, and the light of the formation covering the magnificent hall gradually disappeared.

Under the gaze of everyone, Fang Yang and Sen Wei walked out one after the other.

Both of them looked very calm, and even their robes were as clean as new, and it was impossible to tell who was winning or losing.

Such a situation made everyone look different.

Because not giving a definite answer is, to some extent, a specific answer!

"Brother, did you stand to the end?" Fang Xuan asked quietly, causing many people to prick up their ears.

Fang Yang glanced around, knocked Fang Xuan's head hard, and replied: "No, don't ask too much..."

Hearing his answer, there was a burst of such heavy voices in the field.

Even Sen Wei, who was standing at the front, glanced at Fang Yang without leaving a trace.

Because the actual situation is very complicated, it is hard to say who is better or worse.

After all, at the beginning, it was Fang Yang who relied on the "explosive" style advantage of the Thunder Dao and Fire Dao to suppress Sen Wei a little.

And later, it was Sen Wei who took advantage of the continuation of the Wood Dao and the sharpness of the Sword Dao to push Fang Yang back hard.

At the very end, when they were completely stuck in a stalemate, it was because of Sen Hui's appearance that they were able to break the deadlock.

At this moment.

Fang Yang stood in front of the plum blossoms, looking at Sen Wei on the high platform.

Sen Wei on the high platform was asking the maid to give different tokens to everyone.

Fang Yang pondered in his heart:

"Master of swordsmanship and master of wood... No, Sen Wei is still a fourth-level master after all."

"And if she enters the Yu Lei Shengyuan, in addition to her qualifications and talents, she will definitely be able to quickly improve her school attainments with her outstanding family background."

"Hu~ It seems that my advantage is still the dream..."

Fang Yang's mind was full of thoughts.

Suddenly, he raised his eyes and concentrated, listening carefully.

"The token in your hand will be very useful in the subsequent [Sainthood Conference]?"

The last period of time in Xuanyu Fudi is often the time for the Dao Seed-level Tianjiao to pass the tribulation and become a saint.

Of course, Tianjiao who is not at the Dao Seed level, such as the fifth-level peak masters, can also pass the tribulation and become a saint.

Based on various traditional customs, the Sainthood Conference was evolved!

"Sainthood..." Fang Yang sighed.

The most fundamental thing about becoming a saint is that one can live a thousand years longer.

In this way, how can he not yearn for it.

Of course, his goal of cultivation is not only to become a saint, but also to become a great saint, a venerable, and even to achieve immortality and eternal life!

That's why he wanted to transform the [Carp Eagle Spirit Body] into the [Kunpeng Holy Body], that is, to perfect his foundation of cultivation.

Not long after, the tokens were distributed.

And Fang Yang, as expected, got the only white jade crane token in the field.

His status is equal to that of Senwei Senhui!

In just a moment, he once again attracted the attention and envy of Lin Tianxue, Qingmang, Dongfang Mo Ran, Minghai Nanyu and other young geniuses.

After all, who doesn't know that the better the grade of this token, the better the benefits that can be obtained in the Sainthood Conference?

But no matter how unwilling these young geniuses were, they could only accept this reality.

Because in the contest inside the hall, the only person who could stand with Sen Wei was Fang Yang.

"Hualala~"

Snowflakes were flying, and the cold wind was blowing.

Everyone looked up and saw Fang Yang wearing a black and white Taoist robe, with a handsome face, standing proudly like a spear or a sword, with a heroic posture!