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Mo Zhengdong looked at Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan was listening quietly.

Mo Zhengdong then continued.

“The challenger is the Heavenly Human Race's younger generation Miao Xiu. He has cultivated for over two hundred years, close to three hundred years. His cultivation level is at the perfected Essence Soul Realm. He is a genius, but for the Heavenly Human Race, such a talent wasn't all that rare. As for the challenger, all disciples who have entered the sect for less than three hundred years are eligible.”

When Jiang Lan heard this, he sighed inwardly. He had entered the sect too late.

If he had entered earlier, he could have avoided this.

“If the difference in strength between the two parties is too great, do we still need to fight?” Jiang Lan asked curiously.

“The stronger party will suppress his cultivation. Or the weaker one will be given an advantage. The exact details will be out when the time comes. It's fair overall, “Mo Zhengdong explained before asking. “Do you want to give it a try?”

“Alright.” Jiang Lan nodded without any hesitation.

Jiang Lan naturally didn't want to make a move, but he had to know his position.

Since he was in the Ninth Summit, he could not refuse such a thing.

The Ninth Summit had other normal disciples, but not personal disciples like him.

“Don't force yourself if you can't win,” Mo Zhengdong added.

Jiang Lan nodded in agreement.

Then he learned of the general rules.

Originally, Kunlun intended to arrange one fight a day.

However, the Heavenly Human Race felt that there was no need to do so and settled on three matches a day.

They intended to end it in three days.

If they lost, they could go back earlier.

After understanding the situation, Jiang Lan returned to the Netherworld Cave.

Instead of cultivating immediately, he watered the vegetative egg with some spiritual liquid.

“The other party came prepared, their target should be the Jade Pool. Fortunately, I've learned some sword techniques, so I should be able to withstand it.”

He had no intention of winning.

Neither could he win.

On the surface, his cultivation was at the late-stage Golden Core Realm.

How could he defeat a perfected Essence Soul cultivator?

Even if his opponent suppressed his cultivation, his opponent would still have an absolute advantage.

He was also suppressing his cultivation base. He had an advantage, but he could not reveal it.

After pouring the spirit liquid, Jiang Lan sat cross-legged and began cultivating.

He was mainly familiarizing himself with the sword skills and spells he saw in the Ninth Summit.

This was to prepare himself for the match ahead.

“The first battle will begin tomorrow. If the opponent is successful, it will be my turn the day after tomorrow. I have two days to prepare.”

After that, Jiang Lan began to choose a sword technique and a movement technique to practice.

This was to ensure that he would perform normally that day.

The next day.

Many people were gathered at the First Summit.

They all knew about the challenge.

Today was naturally the first battle between the Heavenly Human Race and Kunlun.

Miao Xiu versus Jing Ting.

Jing Ting originally planned to go to the Witchcloud Gathering, but his cultivation level was only at the early-stage Essence Soul Realm, so he failed to be chosen.

He could only stay in Kunlun.

However, he did not expect someone to challenge him at this time.

Jing Ting had been standing in the square, waiting for the other party to arrive.

As for the disciples of the First Summit and the other summits, they were watching by the side. They were very curious about what would happen next.

Before long, a person in white robe descended from the sky.

It was a young man with sharp eyes.

He looked at Jing Ting and said.

“Early-stage Essence Soul Realm? To be fair, I will also adjust my cultivation to that of an early-stage Essence Soul cultivator.”

As his voice fell, Miao Xiu's strength began to decrease.

In the end, his strength was limited to that of an early-stage Essence Soul cultivator.

Jing Ting knew that even though the other party was now at the early-stage Essence Soul Realm, he was essentially still a perfected Essence Soul.

It was difficult for him to win.

“Please enlighten me.” Jing Ting bowed.

“A hundred moves. If you still stand within a hundred moves, it will be my loss,” Miao Xiu spoke again.

Was this an insult?

Jing Ting didn't say anything and directly used his strongest strength.

A giant ape shadow appeared around him.

A gust of wind swept through the air.

Boom!

In an instant, Jing Ting attacked Miao Xiu with a punch.

However, when this punch was thrown, Jing Ting was somewhat astonished.

Because he found his fist was seized by a hand.

Yes.

Miao Xiu blocked his attack with one hand.

“I heard that you cultivated physical techniques. Coincidentally, I have also cultivated it.” Miao Xiu looked at Jing Ting with a smile.

Jing Ting was shocked and immediately retreated some distance.

However, Miao Xiu did not allow Jing Ting to retreat.

He followed up with another attack.

Boom!

Boom!

Jing Ting and Miao Xiu's figures kept appearing and disappearing in the square.

Each time they clashed, it brought a huge storm of reverberation to the square.

Crack!

Bang!

The square was filled with cracks.

Boom!!!

In the next moment, a figure fell from the sky and hit the ground.

The huge impact shook the ground.

A huge pit appeared in the square.

At that moment, a white-clothed individual landed. He looked at the large crater in the plaza and said,

“You have lost.”

At this moment, Jing Ting was kneeling on one knee in the pit. His arms and body were covered in blood.

“If I had known earlier, I would have used a Golden Core cultivation to fight with you. That way, I wouldn't have bullied you.” Miao Xiu smiled coldly.

“You…” Jing Ting said with difficulty.

“You're just a despicable person who took advantage of the situation. If you were given a hundred guts, would you dare to come here a month ago?”

“You are just merely trying to win me verbally now. Who would want to put themselves in a tough situation? Let's go take a look at my opponent for the next round. “After speaking, Miao Xiu left and headed for the Second Summit.

Challenging three summits in one day.

And looking at Jing Ting being defeated, the spectators' mood weren't very good.

The other party was going too far.

However, as Jing Ting did not win.

They could not say anything either.

That afternoon.

Jiang Lan heard of the news.

The Heavenly Human Race's Miao Xiu fought three battles in a day, winning the first battle with a similar cultivation level of 30 moves.

In the second round, he suppressed his cultivation level and only used a single hand. He won in 98 moves.

In the third round, both parties exchanged spells that shook the heavens, and lightning rained down upon both of them.

However, the result was that Miao Xiu had suppressed the Third Summit's Lin Siya.

Many people sighed with disappointment as there was no one in Kunlun.

Everyone knew that the top geniuses below the age of 300 were all not at Mount Kunlun.

But currently, no one could defeat Miao Xiu.

“Why do we have to send disciples who are below the age of 300? Can't we send 500-year-old disciples? We can also suppress our cultivation. Isn't it the same? ”

“I heard it's an agreement from the Sect Master. Who knows what the agreement was?”

“How are we supposed to fight like this? The other party is even using what our Senior Brothers and Sisters are good at to counterattack.”

Jiang Lan walked past the edge of the crowd.

He had heard many people saying the same things.