600,000 middle grade spiritual stones. In addition to the 400,000 from before, Fang Chen now had a total of 1,000,000 middle grade spiritual stones. This was definitely a huge fortune.
Even an elder of the Qingfeng Sword Sect might not have so many middle grade spiritual stones.
The current Fang Chen had so much wealth that it made one's hair stand on end.
Ye Xiwen got one first-grade cultivation technique from the Golden Wolf, two from the Black Evil Spirit, and a total of three. There were a total of sixteen second-grade cultivation techniques. If all of these were exchanged for spirit stones, it would be a huge number.
Fang Chen kept these items in his spatial ring, cleaned up the scene, and continued to rest.
The next day, Fang Chen followed the Qingfeng Sword Sect's team to the Green Cloud Square.
Because the Seven Heavens Sect had lost the competition, they had already returned to their sects. They did not have the face to continue staying.
Therefore, there were only disciples from the Qingfeng Sword Sect and the Flowing Wind Sect on the Green Cloud Square.
"Master Flowing Wind, your Qingfeng Sword Sect's disciples are pretty good this time." The Flowing Wind Sect's master said with a smile.
"Your Flowing Wind Sect's disciples are pretty good too."
The Flowing Wind Sect's master said politely. Then, the disciples of the two Sect's sects all sat in their respective areas.
To put it bluntly, the Three Sects Competition was just a ranking. Now that the Seven Heavens Sect had been eliminated, only the Flowing Wind Sect and the Qingfeng Sword Sect were left, the two sects began to compete.
After the judges announced, the disciples of both sects began to step onto the stage.
"Try to win all 10 matches." This was what the Flowing Wind Sect's master said to his disciples before he left.
Before long, the first match began. Without saying anything, the disciples of both sects began to fight.
Bam! Bam!
The battle on the stage was extremely intense. At first, the disciples of both sects could not do anything to each other. But as time went on, the weaknesses of the Qingfeng Sword Sect's disciples were exposed.
After a while, the Qingfeng Sword Sect's disciples were defeated.
The Qingfeng Sword Sect had lost the first match.
Then came the second, third, and fourth matches.
After an hour, the two sects had already gone through six matches. But the results of these six matches were out of everyone's expectations.
The Azure Edge Sword Sect had lost all six matches.
Originally, many martial artists thought that with the strength of this batch of Qingfeng Sword Sect disciples, even if they couldn't defeat the Flowing Wind Sect, they wouldn't be in such a miserable state.
The truth was a harsh slap to the face of the Qingfeng Sword Sect. The disciples of the Flowing Wind Sect were indeed much stronger than the disciples of the Qingfeng Sword Sect.
"We lost all six matches."
Below the stage, Fang Chen looked at Bing Ling, who was about to step onto the stage, with a solemn expression.
At this moment, Bing Ling was standing on the martial arts stage. His opponent was a wretched fat man. When the fat man saw Bing Ling, he kept glancing at Bing Ling.
"I like ice beauties the most," Fatty smiled sinisterly.
"Hmph."
Icicle snorted coldly. A longsword abruptly appeared in her hand. In the next moment, the longsword drew a strange trajectory and stabbed towards Fatty.
"Flowing Wind Fist."
Fatty shouted in a low voice. There was no trace of fear on his face. He clenched his fists and gathered all the strength in his body into them.
He threw out a punch, and suddenly, a fist aura appeared and collided with the sword aura.
Crack!
The sword aura collapsed, but the fist aura was still very fast. Finally, it hit Bing Ling's body in front of everyone's dumbfounded eyes.
Bang!
With a loud bang, Bing Ling's delicate body was directly sent flying.
Fang Chen's eyes were sharp and his hands were fast. He tiptoed and leaped up to catch Bing Ling, who was flying down.
"Sister Bing Ling, are you okay?" Fang Chen asked.
"I'm fine."
Bing Ling's expression was not good. Coupled with the fact that she had lost the match, there was a trace of worry on her face.
The Flowing Wind Sect's disciple had won seven matches in a row, which made the Flowing Wind Sect's Sect Master smile. On the contrary, the Clear Wind Sect's Sect Master's face was solemn.
The strongest disciples of the Flowing Wind Sect, Ye Zi and Pang Jin, had not yet appeared. Once they appeared, even Du Zhong and Fang Chen would not be able to withstand them.
"Are we really going to lose all ten matches?" The Clear Wind Sect's Sect Master said in a low voice.
It was Bai Liming's turn to fight in the eighth match. After a fierce battle, Bai Liming still lost to a disciple of the Flowing Wind Sect.
After Bai Liming lost the match, the whole square was in an uproar. Countless warriors' eyes were filled with a burning color.
The first eight matches were not worth watching at all. It was a one-sided situation.
The next match would be a showdown between the strong. It would definitely be the most exciting match.
"I wonder who from the Qingfeng Sword Sect will fight next," a disciple whispered.
"I think Fang Chen will fight, and Du Zhong will be the last to fight," another disciple said.
At this time, in the Flowing Wind Sect's area, Ye Zi's cold eyes swept over Fang Chen, and immediately looked at Pang Jin, who was beside her.
"Brother Pang Jin, I'll have to trouble you to fight the next match," Ye Zi said in a low voice.
Pang Jin nodded. He understood that Ye Zi did not want to fight with Fang Chen. It should be that Ye Zi disdained to fight with Fang Chen.
"Hehe, boy, I'll make you beg for death." Pang Jin smiled sinisterly and immediately walked onto the martial arts arena.
At this time, in the Qingfeng Sword Sect's area, Fang Chen was about to step onto the martial arts arena when he suddenly found that it was Pang Jin.
He glanced at the cold Ye Zi, and then the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a complicated smile. He then turned to look at Du Zhong.
"Brother Du Zhong."
Before Fang Chen finished his words, Du Zhong understood what Fang Chen meant.
"Let me fight this match."
Du Zhong said and stepped onto the martial arts arena.
Seeing Du Zhong step onto the arena and Fang Chen standing motionlessly below the martial arts arena, Pang Jin's face was filled with coldness.
"Bastard, you don't even dare to step onto the arena."
Pang Jin said coldly. Then he looked at Du Zhong and smiled sinisterly. "Du Zhong, although you defeated First Tian and your cultivation has reached Lv 8 Qi Refining Realm, it's your bad luck to meet me, Pang Jin."
"You're not my match. Just admit defeat and avoid being humiliated," said Pang Jin loudly.
Hearing Pang Jin's words, the disciples of the Qingfeng Sword Sect clenched their teeth, but there was nothing they could do. Pang Jin's strength was obvious.
Even Du Zhong didn't have the confidence to win against Pang Jin.
"Pang Jin, do you only know how to talk? You want me to admit defeat? Impossible," said Du Zhong.
"Du Zhong, your Qingfeng Sword Sect has already lost eight matches in a row. What's the point of continuing?" asked Pang Jin.
"Hmph, if you want to stand, then let's fight," said Du Zhong.
"Alright, since you want to humiliate yourself, then don't blame me, Pang Jin."
Pang Jin snorted coldly. A battle-ax appeared in his hand, and in an instant, all his strength was poured into the battle-ax.
Roar!
With a roar, the battle axe in Pang Jin's hand exploded with an extremely powerful aura, which swept through the entire martial arts arena.
"Flowing Cloud Ax Technique!"
Pang Jin roared and used the Flowing Cloud Ax Technique. The battle-ax in his hand drew a strange trajectory in the air. A dazzling light appeared from the battle-ax, and it carried a powerful aura as it swept towards Du Zhong.
"Shura Sword!"
Seeing this, Du Zhong shouted in a low voice. He displayed a sharp sword technique and stabbed at Pang Jin again and again.
Bang!
Pang Jin's battle-ax heavily struck Du Zhong's longsword, and the sound of metal colliding rang out.
At this moment, Du Zhong's arm was numb, and his hand hurt.
However, Du Zhong didn't retreat immediately. Instead, he chose to attack. The longsword went around the battle-ax and rotated 180 degrees before returning to Du Zhong's hand.
The tip of the sword was filled with dense sword Qi, and it instantly stabbed towards Pang Jin.
"You're courting death!"
Pang Jin was furious. He once again used the Flowing Cloud Ax Technique. With a bang, it directly blocked Du Zhong's sword technique attack.
In the next moment, Pang Jin's aura as a mid-Eighth Stage Qi Refinement cultivator erupted. His powerful strength was directly integrated into the battle-ax.
"It's time to end this."
Pang Jin shouted and the battle-ax in his hand struck towards Du Zhong.
At this moment, Du Zhong clearly felt a powerful aura rushing towards him. He tried his best to block it, but in the end, he still couldn't block the attack of the battle-ax.
Crack!
Du Zhong's longsword was blown away. Du Zhong's body was constantly pushed back. Spots of scarlet blood appeared on his arm.
Holding the battle-ax, Pang Jin's aura surged, and his face was full of disdain.
"Du Zhong, you're no match for me!" Pang Jin roared.
Du Zhong's face was ugly. This was the strongest opponent he had encountered after reaching the Eighth Stage Qi Refinement Realm. He thought that with his strength, he could fight a fierce battle with Pang Jin.
However, Du Zhong couldn't accept the result.
They were both at the Eighth Stage Qi Refinement Realm, but he couldn't block Pang Jin's battle-ax technique.
"I don't accept this!"
Du Zhong's heart was filled with unwillingness. He shouted angrily in his heart.
In the next moment, Du Zhong waved the longsword in his hand again and used the Shura Sword Technique.
"Shura Sword Technique, Ultimate Sword!"
Du Zhong roared. The fierce Shura Sword Technique was instantly used. The sky was filled with sword lights, intertwining with each other, forming a terrifying sword net.
"Humph, insignificant skill."
Seeing this, Pang Jin sneered. He waved the battle-ax in his hand, and a majestic force instantly emerged from the battle-ax.
"Break!"
Pang Jin shouted. The battle-ax heavily chopped on the sword net.
Crack!
The sword net was instantly broken by the battle-ax. Pang Jin's battle-ax broke the sword net, and in the next moment, it bombarded toward Du Zhong.
Below the martial arts arena, Fang Chen looked at Du Zhong with concern and shook his head slightly. "Pang Jin's strength is much stronger than Senior Brother Du Zhong's."
Boom!
As Pang Jin waved his battle-ax, the result of the battle was determined.
With a loud sound, Du Zhong's body flew out. He lost the battle.
"Humph, even if you've reached the Eighth Stage Qi Refinement Realm, you're not qualified to be arrogant in front of me." Pang Jin sneered.
Du Zhong's loss caused an uproar in the square.
"Pang Jin is too terrifying. Du Zhong didn't even have a chance to fight back."
"Yes, the Flowing Wind Sect has always been the strongest Sect in Cyan Cloud County. It's unshakeable."