An alchemy furnace fell from the sky

Seeing that there were only four opponents left, and the combat power of Xuanwu's side, if Xu Fu was added, the remaining nine ranks would be exactly four.

After the bloody fight between Nvxiu and Shixiu, as well as the bet by Xu Fu, Xuanwu finally recovered from the disadvantage at the beginning and for the first time became "equally matched" with the invading Qilin.

As such, the fourth match becomes particularly important.

When Xie Tingzhu heard Xu Fu's request to fight, he was very excited.

No one knows Xuanwu's situation better than him.

Wei Su and Xu Su were just like him, seemingly standing there calmly watching the battle, but in fact they were desperately trying to expel the chaotic energy in their meridians. Giving them more time to adjust their breathing would increase their chances of winning. As for Xu Fu, who requested the battle, his cultivation was at the ninth level, and he was not infected by the chaotic energy. If he was a disciple of Xuanwu, Xie Tingzhu would certainly agree.

Unfortunately not!

Facing the invasion of foreign enemies, the disciples of Xuanwu Shangling Academy should fight to the death, which is reasonable. But Xu Fu is a disciple of Qinglong, and this disaster has nothing to do with him. Such a talented young man has a promising future. If he risks his life for Xuanwu, or is injured by these Qilin people in the competition, then even if Xuanwu survives this disaster, how can he face Xu Fu? How can he teach Xuanwu students to "be self-reliant and strong"?

Jie Tingzhu turned his head and glanced behind him. Wei Su Yanhan and Xu Su Shu Lichun took a step forward at the same time, their eyes as firm as iron.

In Xuanwu Shanglingyuan, Qixiu is not just a resounding name. Everyone who gets the title of a star must be determined to live and die with Shanglingyuan, just as it is said in the "Xuanwu Oath":

"When Xuanwu is in danger, the Seven Stars will take the lead!"

"You are not needed here, take them away quickly!"

Xie Tingzhu said something in a deep voice to Xu Fu, and his eyes fell on Yan Han.

Yan Han understood what he meant and was about to move forward when suddenly someone blocked his way.

It's the north wind.

Bei Feng had been in a daze since he was knocked to the ground by Jie Tingzhu's slap. Now he seemed to have finally woken up.

"What are you doing? Get out of here!" Xie Tingzhu shouted angrily. He was very dissatisfied with Beifeng. He had clearly handed the Xuanwu Order to him and asked him to leave quickly, which was also considered to preserve a trace of "bloodline" for Xuanwu, but this stupid disciple ran back stupidly. He was really a blockhead.

"I'm here to fight you!"

Bei Feng's hands were covered in blood at this time, and it was unknown whose blood was stained. He jumped out as soon as he finished speaking, and without waiting for Qilin's response, he rushed forward alone.

"Bastard!"

Xie Tingzhu was furious. Just as he was about to step forward and pull Beifeng back, he saw a figure suddenly appear in front of him.

"Dean Jie, don't regret your move!"

Tang Yuan held the paper fan across his body and spoke in a cold voice.

At this time, the previous pride on Tang Yuan's face had disappeared. Three consecutive defeats made him anxious. Although Xuanwu's side also won a narrow victory, it was still very different from his plan. This desperate fighting style also made the three people on Qilin's side start to hesitate, and they have not decided on the next players.

At this moment, a young man jumped out to die, and Tang Yuan would naturally not let him go. He needed a complete victory to boost morale.

Bei Feng's cultivation level was obvious to the ninth-rank masters. He rushed into the Qilin formation so thoughtlessly. Naturally, the remaining three Qilin masters would not be afraid at all.

What they feared was that the "Seven Stars of Xuanwu" would fight to the death. However, a mere eighth-rank cultivator didn't even have the qualifications to fight to the death.

Among the remaining three people, a short man with a sallow complexion took the first step to attack. He didn't even use any moves. He just poured spiritual power into his fists and fought fist to fist.

Although there is only a small grade difference between the eighth-grade cultivator and the ninth-grade cultivator, in the eyes of the top-grade cultivator, the gap between the two is even greater than the gap between the middle-grade and the top-grade.

The advancement of cultivation, except for a few people who rely on "sudden enlightenment", mostly relies on the accumulation and refining of spiritual power. There are many ways to help with this. Not only can you take elixirs orally, but some people can even use special techniques to help cultivators break through.

But there is no such "shortcut" between the eighth and ninth grades. It can be said that those who can cultivate to the ninth grade are all rare talents. Xu Fu had the help of the Seven Heart Pill, and his breakthrough speed was so fast that he did not even carefully perceive the huge difference between different grades, and became a ninth grade supreme without knowing it. But for most ninth grade cultivators, every step of cultivation is against the sky, with thousands of difficulties, and they have the most profound experience of the gap between grades.

Therefore, when the three Qilin monks, who originally had serious expressions, saw the eighth-rank Bei Feng rushing towards them without knowing whether to live or die, they suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. Such an opponent, even if there were eight or ten of them attacking them together, would not make them feel threatened at all.

"boom!"

The fists collided, making a dull sound.

As expected, Bei Feng was knocked back, but the Qilin monk who made the move did not move at all, looking relaxed and comfortable.

"Senior Brother Beifeng..."

Seeing Bei Feng steady himself, Xu Fu hurriedly called out to him. Although he knew that Jie Tingzhu didn't let him take action for his own good, under such circumstances, if he allowed Bei Feng to stay on the field, he would probably die in vain.

When Bei Feng heard Xu Fu's call, he seemed to know what Xu Fu was going to say. He just raised his hand and responded, but he had no intention of leaving.

"North Wind, admit defeat!"

Xie Tingzhu also sighed. He knew that his disciple had first-class aptitude, but unfortunately he didn't spend much time on cultivation. If it weren't for Xi Yue who urged him from time to time, he probably wouldn't even have the eighth-grade cultivation now. Because of this lazy temper, he didn't know how many times he scolded him, but he always "went in one ear and out the other" and forgot everything as soon as he turned his head. Fortunately, this disciple had a kind nature and didn't have so many twists and turns. He had a high prestige in Xuanwu Shangling Academy. In the end, Xie Tingzhu was too lazy to care and let Beifeng continue to "make trouble".

"Master, I have actually been practicing diligently these years. I have figured out a technique that I forgot to tell you about before. Let's treat it as a test today!"

Bei Feng finished speaking, clasped his hands together, and shouted.

"what!"

A gust of wind gushed out of his mouth, and it was like a wind blade, piercing towards the Qilin monk not far away.

The sallow-faced Qilin monk casually flicked his hand and shattered the wind blade, his expression becoming solemn again.

Bei Feng's momentum was seen rising steadily. After a few breaths, his entire body was covered with a layer of faint spiritual light from head to toe, and his aura was completely different.