Even if there is a trialist who doesn't come to the appointment, he is not afraid.

Because such behavior already indicates that the opponent's strength is not to be feared.

And he still has time. He just needs to rely on the mystic forces to find the opponent within the stipulated time and eliminate them.

On the other side.

Beside the Yang River.

"Two more people are coming!" Zhong Yue examined Long Xiaofeng and Long Xingyun as they walked out of the forest.

"It's them!" Ye Zhengqi's gaze slightly focused.

"Long Xiaofeng's strength doesn't seem bad!" Zhong Yue said.

"To appear here, and eliminate countless opponents, how could their strength be lacking!" Ye Zhengqi spoke again: "Long Xiaofeng's strength should not be beneath ours!"

"It seems it will be hard for us to win!" Zhong Yue turned his gaze to Xie Yang on the mountaintop.

Upon hearing this.

Ye Zhengqi also looked towards Xie Yang.

At this moment, above Xie Yang's head, a dozen feet above, a long sword emitting a green light was constantly trembling.

The sound of the sword echoed everywhere, stirring up the winds and clouds.

"The true legacy of Qingyang Sect. This person dares to draw us over so flamboyantly, his strength must be extremely high!" Zhong Yue said.

"Definitely not lacking!" Ye Zhengqi nodded in agreement.

...

Meanwhile.

Long Xiaofeng, who walked out of the forest, surveyed all around.

Seeing Xie Yang on the mountaintop, Ye Zhengqi and Zhong Yue beside the Yang River, and also a tower-like sturdy man and a man carrying a sword.

"Five people, just right for a satisfying fight!" Excitement appeared on Long Xiaofeng's face.

"Third brother, how do you plan to proceed?" Long Xingyun also glanced around and spoke.

"Of course, it's to end this boring trial!" Long Xiaofeng replied.

As his words fell.

Long Xiaofeng stepped forward.

Roar!

Qi Blood Smoke burst from his body, rising like smoke and clouds, transforming into a terrifying Dragon Head above his head.

At this instant, the eyes of the other five were instantly drawn to Long Xiaofeng.

"Who goes first, or come at me all together?" Long Xiaofeng's voice echoed widely.

"So arrogant?" Xie Yang watched Long Xiaofeng's actions, a peculiar glint flashed in his eyes, thinking of Jiang Ning.

He had personally experienced Jiang Ning's strength.

In his view, to become the sole victor, his biggest rival is Jiang Ning.

At that time, Jiang Ning with his single strength defeated his two juniors and one junior sister. Even with his participation, they yielded no results.

If not for him finding the Spirit Crystal yesterday that allowed him to set up the complete Four Spirits Array, he would have been ready to settle for less.

Now with the help of the Spirit Crystal, he could set up the complete Four Spirits Array, giving him confidence.

"Could it be another formidable figure akin to Jiang Ning?" A thought flashed across Xie Yang's mind.

At this moment.

Roar!

The tower-like man's body also suddenly emitted Qi Blood Smoke.

Bang, bang!

With clenched fists in front of his chest, a deep metallic collision sound arose.

"Long Xiaofeng, I've heard your name! I heard Dragon Head has Dragon Clan blood, a strong physique. I suppose yours isn't bad either, I wish to see for myself."

"And you are?" Long Xiaofeng spoke.

"Thunderbolt Gate, Lei Huo!!" The tower-like man announced his name.

"Then as you wish!" Long Xiaofeng replied.

As his words fell.

The two leaped, like tigers jumping across mountain streams, seeming unaffected by gravity, leaping over a dozen feet.

Only one breath passed.

Boom—

The two chose to clash head-on, with the most direct combat style.

The two fists collided, air blasted open like water waves, forming visible shockwaves.

On the first strike, Lei Huo's face changed dramatically.

He felt as if Long Xiaofeng's body contained a dragon, a fierce, roaring dragon.

With a single strike, he flew backward at an even faster speed.

"Too weak!!" Long Xiaofeng's voice echoed, his figure momentarily halted in mid-air, seeming to borrow strength from the void, his figure instantly transitioned from static to dynamic.

He was now three-tenths faster compared to his previous charge.

As he moved, he caught up with the backward-flying Lei Huo.

In Lei Huo's widened pupils, Long Xiaofeng's right fist resembled a giant hammer, smashing down ferociously.

Lei Huo immediately crossed his hands in front of his chest to block.

Boom!!

Another loud bang.

He suddenly changed direction in mid-air, plummeting to the ground like a missile.

Boom!!

His towering figure landed heavily on the ground, causing waves of dirt to roll and dust to fly.

Upon seeing this scene,

Xie Yang and Ye Zhengqi's faces changed drastically.

"Is it Innate Divine Strength, or has this person already entered the ranks of top-tier Grandmasters?" Thoughts flashed through Xie Yang's mind.

He thought of Jiang Ning again.

When Jiang Ning made his move, he effortlessly dealt with his fellow juniors.

And now, Long Xiaofeng made his move, similarly crushing his opponent.

At this moment,

Ye Zhengqi and Zhong Yue's minds were also filled with these thoughts.

On the other side,

The man with the knife slowly gripped the hilt with his right hand.

Looking at Long Xiaofeng, he showed a serious expression.

Although he hadn't clashed with Lei Huo,

he was certain that Lei Huo wasn't much weaker than him.

Because he could feel a sense of oppression from Lei Huo.

Only when evenly matched can there be such a sense of oppression.

Possessing this sense of oppression indicates that Lei Huo's strength is not far from his.

"Could he be a top-tier Grandmaster?" Thoughts flashed through his mind, his eyes narrowing, seemingly flickering with electricity.

Compared to the vague judgments of these few, Lei Huo's heart was in turmoil.

Top-tier Grandmaster!!

He didn't hesitate to make this judgment.

Then, he felt a strong hand instantly land on his neck.

Compared to this hand, he felt his neck seemed exceptionally fragile.

It seemed that with just a little force, his neck could be snapped.

He didn't doubt the authenticity of this feeling for a moment.

Because he witnessed Long Xiaofeng's terrifying physique.

The strength he was proud of wasn't even on the same level.

"You lost!" Amidst the smoke, Long Xiaofeng's voice rang clearly in Lei Huo's ear.

"I lost!" Lei Huo admitted frankly.

The next moment,

Lei Huo felt his neck abruptly released, then heavily hit his chest.

After this strike, Long Xiaofeng slowly walked out of the smoke and dust.

"Who's next?" His voice was calm and slowly rang in the ears of several people.

Compared to his earlier words, these words made the remaining four's attitude completely different.

Because Long Xiaofeng's strike demonstrated his terrifying strength.

Lei Huo, who was strong enough to survive until the third day, was eliminated by just a single strike from Long Xiaofeng.

This made them raise their evaluation of Long Xiaofeng's strength to a higher level.

"If no one dares to step forward, then come at me together!" Long Xiaofeng said casually.

"I'll take the challenge then!" Zhong Yue spoke up, stepping forward voluntarily.

"You can't, Zhong Mansion Envoy!" Long Xiaofeng glanced at Zhong Yue, and then scanned the others: "You better all come at me together!"

"As you wish!" Xie Yang suddenly spoke up.

In the next moment,

Bzzz!!

The sound of a sword resonated everywhere, then turned into a streak of green light toward Long Xiaofeng.

"That's perfect timing!" Long Xiaofeng smiled faintly.

As he raised his hand, golden Dragon Scales appeared on his arm, extending all the way to his palm.

Clang——

The long sword stabbed against Long Xiaofeng's arm, as if hitting an unbreakable wall, and the flying sword was immediately bounced off.

"An empty display of the Sword Control Technique!" Long Xiaofeng commented.

Meanwhile, the man with the knife, even upon seeing this scene, showed no sign of retreat, but instead drew his knife and slashed fiercely.

The Sword Light, like a waterfall, slashed toward Long Xiaofeng.

Facing this slash, Long Xiaofeng raised his hand as usual.

Clang——

The Sword Light hit Long Xiaofeng's golden Dragon Scaled arm, instantly shattering like a crystal.

Upon seeing the first strike fail, the man with the knife seemed to have anticipated it and immediately delivered another slash.

Long Xiaofeng raised his hand again to block, the Sword Light crashed against his Dragon Scales, once again shattering.

Then, slash after slash, each faster and heavier than the last.

Long Xiaofeng continued to block effortlessly, and even found time to swat away the flying sword controlled by Xie Yang.

In the span of a few short breaths, the three exchanged several rounds.

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