You are already cultivating immortality, who would fight with you alone?

Ye Ling was wearing a bronze-scaled general's helmet with a tiger face. The tassel on the helmet was as red as a flame and it rustled in the wind.

On his back was a scarlet python-patterned cape, as bright and eye-catching as a river of blood; around his waist was a belt with animal-faced fangs, the buckle gleaming with cold light;

Holding a phoenix-wing spear, the tip of the spear glowed coldly, like a phoenix spreading its wings ready to fly. He exuded a frightening aura, as if he was a god of war walking from the battlefield, majestic and invincible.

However, although Ye Ling's outfit is majestic and domineering, a closer look reveals that he is still wearing the standard armor of the Apocalypse Camp, but after careful modification, he looks more heroic.

Without waiting for Liu Yuntian to nod in agreement, Ye Ling took off his helmet without hesitation and threw it back.

The helmet drew an arc in the air and landed steadily on the ground behind. Then, Ye Ling waved the spear in his hand, the spear body was like a dragon, flashing a cold light.

He flipped over and jumped, stepping lightly onto the ring, his posture was agile and his movements were smooth and natural.

Liu Yuntian narrowed his eyes, gently stroked his chin, and pondered in his heart. The uncle and nephew sang the same tune, seemingly discussing with him, but in fact they did not leave him any room for decision.

"Golden Core Level 2?"

The young man in Taoist robes carried a long sword on his back and looked at Ye Xinglan proudly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised with a disdainful smile.

He said with a contemptuous tone: "Uncle Ye, your nephew is probably not qualified to step onto the stage, right?"

Then, he turned to Ye Ling and continued to mock him, "Although my aptitude is inferior, I am also at the seventh level of the Golden Core. This General Ye is only at the second level. If this gets out, won't people laugh at our Qingyun Sect for bullying the weak?"

After saying this, he deliberately glanced at his master's position, as if he was asking him for instructions.

Finally, he asked Liu Yuntian jokingly: "Is it possible that Mr. Liu has no more disciples in the late Jindan stage?" The implication was that he was mocking Liu Yuntian for having no talented people under his command.

Liu Yuntian was already immune to such cannon fodder's verbal attacks. In the end, he was just an experience baby who gave experience to the son of luck. However, before he could say anything, Ye Xinglan was the first to get impatient. He looked at Master Wangqing with a cold face, "Fellow Daoist Wangqing, I really inherited your upbringing as a disciple. You're already showing off your verbal skills before the fight even starts?"

Wang Qing just slightly opened his eyes, glanced at Ye Xinglan, then looked at the young man in Taoist robes on the stage, and said unhappily, "Qi'er, you are being presumptuous. Since your uncle Ye thinks so highly of his nephew, you should stop talking and just go all out."

The young man in Taoist robes bowed his head and said, "Disciple obeys your command!"

Ye Lingyao pointed his spear at the young man in Taoist robes, "You talk too much nonsense. You are not my target. Come on."

Liu Yuntian frowned sensitively when he heard this. Ye Xinglan noticed this very keenly and looked at Ye Ling unhappily, "Ling'er, don't say anything more, let's fight quickly and decisively!"

As soon as the words fell, Ye Ling's aura burst out instantly, the phoenix-winged spear danced around his waist, and his entire figure disappeared on the spot. The next moment, the sky flashed with red flames, and the sound of phoenixes resounded throughout the martial arts arena.

"Cry—" violent flames fell from the sky, aiming directly at the Taoist robed boy. But the other party was no ordinary person either, holding a long sword in his right hand and making a sword gesture with his left hand, and in an instant, several faint lightsaber shadows flashed around him.

After Ye Ling's spear followed, the sword shadow turned into a transparent light shield that wrapped the whole body of the Taoist robe boy and took the attack.

Laymen watch the excitement, experts watch the doorway. It seems to be a simple move, but in fact it is a contest of strength between two people.

Ye Ling's attack carried endless pressure and power, while the young man in Taoist robes displayed his profound sword skills.

The body of the young man in Taoist robes trembled slightly, feeling the strong pressure from Ye Ling, but he did not retreat, instead he smiled. The long sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if responding to Ye Ling's challenge.

Both sides knew that the battle had just begun. They were adjusting their own states.

Ye Ling's attack did not end. He was still hovering in the air, with all his strength gathered on the tip of the gun, as if trying to break through the opponent's defense shield.

The young man in Taoist robes obviously noticed Ye Ling's intention. He immediately strengthened the spiritual power input into the protective shield, making it even more powerful.

As a result, the two sides began to fall into a fierce stalemate, and as time passed, the atmosphere became more and more tense.

At this moment, Ye Ling roared, and all the strength in his body burst out in an instant. "Break it for me!!!"

His voice resounded throughout the palace like thunder, shocking people.

Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp "crack" sound, and a tiny crack appeared on the protective shield of the Taoist-robed boy.

This made his face instantly become extremely ugly, because he realized that his defense had been broken by Ye Ling.

However, before he could react, Ye Ling quickly spun in the air, and the tip of the gun pierced the air like lightning, directly penetrating the protective shield.

"boom--"

With a loud bang, the defense shield exploded completely, and the huge spiritual power impact spread to the surroundings, forming a powerful shock wave.

The cases in front of many ministers who were watching the battle were overturned, and the scene was in chaos.

Seeing this, Qi Xing hurriedly stood in front of Liu Yuntian, drew out his long knife, and chopped the flying chopping board in half.

Although it was expected, Liu Yuntian still found it unbelievable that the second level player could defeat the seventh level player and break through the opponent's defense so quickly. This is not the way to cheat, right?

Moreover, the young man in Taoist robe was a little conceited. He did not resort to fighting, but used his own defense to resist all the opponent's attacks.

If the opponent's strongest move can't even break through his defense, then it is obvious who is stronger and who is weaker.

But who is the opponent? The son of luck, challenging opponents of higher levels is commonplace.

Liu Yuntian smiled bitterly and shook his head, "No wonder the Son of Luck can always turn defeat into victory. Why is he pretending to be so cool? He can obviously win if he gives it his all."

Although Ye Ling is from Daliang, his attitude has always been to look down on Liu Yuntian, as if he would pounce on him and take a bite as long as he finds an opportunity.

Although Ye Ling's victory was an honor for Daliang, he just couldn't be happy. Instead, he felt a growing sense of crisis.

"Clap clap clap!"

"Cum clap clap!"

On the stage, the young man in Taoist robes finally tried his best, but the spiritual energy consumed in maintaining the protective shield was too great. At this moment, the two of them fought in a lightning-fast manner, and Ye Ling always had the upper hand and suppressed him.

Ye Ling knocked the Taoist-robed youth back with one strike, and then he floated into the air. A sky full of gun heads appeared behind him, and he looked down at the other party.

"Power Skill: Phoenix Dances in the Sky!"

As soon as he finished speaking, countless gun heads flew towards the young man in Taoist robes.

"Boom boom boom——"