The Reborn Pill Emperor

On the main seat of the grandstand, besides Meng Lingfeng, the other four palace masters also had regretful expressions on their faces.    

Just as the Nine Hell Whip was about to hit him, Ye Bufan did not use any leverage. His body moved a few meters to the right without any warning and landed on the arena.    

The audience was shocked. The disciples who were watching the battle all asked themselves if they could avoid this attack if they were on the ground with Ye Bufan. No!    

Because the Wind Devil Movement Technique that Ye Bufan displayed at the most critical moment was very different from the training mode in this world.    

A flash of surprise flashed across his face. Hsiao Tianyang said, "If you can't dodge that attack just now, you will disappoint me!"    

"It's alright! It's alright! " Ye Bufan originally thought that since the line of the Head Palace Master was good at cultivating inner strength, they should all take the initiative to compare their inner strength with their opponents. But Hsiao Tianyang was actually a skilled opponent. This point was somewhat similar to him.    

After a short test of Love Hands, both parties had a simple understanding of each other's strength, and they stopped looking down on each other.    

"A very exquisite movement technique!" Hsiao Tianyang praised and then said, "Next, try my movement technique too!"    

As soon as Hsiao Tianyang finished speaking, his body moved, leaving a series of afterimages behind him as he started spinning around Ye Bufan.    

"So fast!" Ye Bufan was shocked. Hsiao Tianyang's current speed was not any slower than his Wind Devil Movement Technique. Ye Bufan's Divine Sense was unable to lock onto his opponent! Ye Bufan cursed in his heart. His mental energy was still too weak.    

Flowing Light Wrong Shadow!    

With some loud shouts, Hsiao Tianyang stopped!    

At this moment, eight shadows of Hsiao Tianyang appeared around Ye Bufan. Each of them had different shapes, and they were all ready to attack at any moment, as if they could give Ye Bufan a fatal blow.    

Although Ye Bufan's Divine Sense was stronger than ordinary expert at Qi Stage, he was still injured during the Heavenly Tribulation in his previous life. Furthermore, he was only at the Qi Stage, so his Divine Sense could not be used in battle.    

On the grandstand, it was the first time for many disciples to watch an elite competition. It was also their first time seeing such a movement technique. Many of them stood up unconsciously and looked at the eight figures of Hsiao Tianyang in the arena, exclaiming.    

Ye Bufan's senior brothers also had worried expressions on their faces. They had never thought that Hsiao Tianyang would use this "Wrong Shadow Flowing Light" in just one exchange. They couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat for Ye Bufan. In the last Elite Competition, Hsiao Tianyang, who was only at the Eighth Rank of Qi Stage, had defeated a Ninth Rank of Qi Stage opponent and advanced to the top ten with this move.    

Although Ye Bufan's Divine Sense couldn't lock onto Hsiao Tianyang's figure, he could still tell that the eight figures in front of him were all illusions, or perhaps they were all real!    

The eight figures were illusions created by Hsiao Tianyang's quick movement. Although they were illusions, they could still turn into real shadows and attack at any time. If it wasn't for his extraordinary Divine Sense, it would have been hard to guard against them!    

Ye Bufan, who was in the middle of the eight figures, suddenly closed his eyes. He focused his mind and tried his best to control his Divine Sense to sense the changes in Hsiao Tianyang.    

The disciples of Aoyun Sect who were sitting in the stands opposite of Ye Bufan were not surprised when they saw Ye Bufan's eyes. In such a situation, they were afraid that their eyes wouldn't be able to keep them open, but Ye Bufan still dared to close his eyes.    

The five Palace Masters were shocked as well. Then, they recalled that Ye Bufan could even concoct a high-grade pill like the Spirit Gathering Pill. Naturally, he also had an extraordinary Divine Sense, but he still didn't understand the strength of Ye Bufan's Divine Sense. Each and every one of them raised their spirits and looked at the changes in the scene.    

Seeing that Ye Bufan needed to close his eyes to feel the changes in Hsiao Tianyang, Meng Lingfeng couldn't help but frown, and a trace of worry appeared in his heart.    

Following a loud shout!    

Hsiao Tianyang's eight figures moved together, attacking Ye Bufan from all directions. The Nine Underworld Whip in their hands either wrapped, slashed, swept, or pushed...    

At this moment, Ye Bufan seemed to be trapped in a cage. Even when the eight Nine Netherworlds Whip with countless afterimages were about to hit him, Ye Bufan, who had his eyes tightly closed, still did not make any movements.    

Facing the situation in front of them, all the disciples who were watching the battle were worried for Ye Bufan. Not to mention all the whip shadows that came from all directions, as long as one of them was hit, Ye Bufan was afraid that he would be heavily injured on the ground.    

Right at this moment, Ye Bufan's eyes suddenly opened wide, and a flash of light flashed across his eyes!    

Windswept Traceless!    

Ignoring the countless whip shadows that were attacking him, he silently thrust his sword towards the sky!    

Just as Ye Bufan pointed his finger, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred...    

The figure that attacked from all directions suddenly disappeared in the time of Ye Bufan's finger. Hsiao Tianyang's figure appeared in the sky above Ye Bufan.    

Hsiao Tianyang's entire body was upside down as he dived down. The Nine Nether Whip drew out several circles and covered Ye Bufan! If Ye Bufan's attack was a little slower, Hsiao Tianyang only needed to tighten his palm and he would be firmly bound by Ye Bufan.    

But if Hsiao Tianyang did not change his move at this moment, then while he restrained Ye Bufan, the dragon roar in Ye Bufan's hand would also leave a hole in his body.    

Hsiao Tianyang shook his wrist and the bent Nine Hellish Whip suddenly became straight. He tapped on the ground and used the force to roll in the air to dodge Ye Bufan's attack. The tail of the whip bent and once again coiled around Ye Bufan's waist.    

If the Wind Devil Sword Technique could be dodged so easily, then Ye Bufan wouldn't be the first person in this world to practice this sword technique.    

The dragon's roar came from the front and Ye Bufan came from the back. With his sword in hand, he silently stabbed towards the direction where Hsiao Tianyang landed. This sword strike seemed calm, without any changes. It did not seem fancy at all, but it was precisely aimed at the place where Hsiao Tianyang landed.    

If Hsiao Tianyang were to land on the ground like this, it would be like sending himself to the tip of Ye Bufan's sword!    

However, Hsiao Tianyang was not an easy person. He raised the Nine Hell Whip in his hand and turned his boot. Instantly, it wrapped around the platform pillar of the arena. Borrowing the momentum, he pulled and avoided Ye Bufan's sword, moving in another direction.    

In a moment, the two of them displayed all kinds of tricks on the arena!    

The seventh arena was not as intense as the other arenas. There was no intense collision, nor was there any overflowing inner strength. There was only the movement of a square inch, but it displayed another kind of battle to the many fellow disciples on the viewing platform!    

This kind of battle between square inches was extremely attractive to some disciples with low cultivation. Each and every one of them secretly tried to figure out how they would deal with this move if they were in his shoes. When they saw the senior brother on the stage make his move, they sighed in their hearts. Those little tricks were used by these two senior brothers to the peak.    

Just as Ye Bufan and Hsiao Tianyang were about to use their little tricks to their utmost, a loud sound was heard from the sixth ring. Yung Ruoyu's entire body flew off the ring and landed on the ground. There were traces of blood at the corner of her mouth. Her chest heaved up and down, and her face was ashen. It was hard to tell if it was because she was injured or because she had failed!    

She struggled to stand up from the ground and felt it. His injuries were not serious. He could not help but look at his fellow disciples in the ring. He looked at the fierce battle between Ye Bufan and Hsiao Tianyang. It was not very intense, but it was full of danger at the moment. However, with their strength, it was hard to tell who would win or lose in a short period of time.    

Looking at the fifth ring, Yung Ruoyu could not help but feel ashamed. Before the match, she was still worried that Yunqing would propose to exchange opponents with the other party. But at this time, Yunqing was facing the fifth ranked disciple of the previous fifth palace master, Shen Shihong, but she was still not at a disadvantage even after the intense battle!    

The momentum of the battle on the fifth ring was not something that Ye Bufan and the others could compare with!    

Yunqing held the Azure Rainbow Heavy Sword, and when she swung it, her inner strength overflowed. Shen Shihong was also a strength player. With the heavy sword in his hand, he relied on his own cultivation that was one grade higher than Yunqing's to go against Yunqing. The sound of metal colliding created countless waves of air that spread in all directions. The ground of the arena was already riddled with holes...    

However, the more Shen Shihong fought, the more alarmed he became. He originally thought that he had taken advantage of her. In the continuous exchanges, he found that although this junior sister was only at the Eighth Rank of Qi Stage, the strength of her inner strength was not weaker than an ordinary Ninth Rank of Qi Stage warrior. What was even worse was that her inner strength seemed to be inexhaustible. From the beginning of the fight until now, she had been fighting with all her might. She didn't even feel that her strength was weakening.    

Was this still an Eighth Rank of Qi Stage?    

Bang!    

Another direct collision occurred, and both of their heavy swords bounced back from the point of impact. Both of them continuously retreated to avoid the backlash from the inner strength.    

Yunqing had already noticed Yung Ruoyu's defeat and was afraid that it would affect Ye Bufan's battle. Yunqing decided to end this battle as soon as possible to avoid Ye Bufan's worry.    

After stabilizing her body, Yunqing took a deep breath, and with a light tap of her toes, her entire body flew straight up into the sky.    

Just as Shen Shihong revealed a puzzled expression, Yunqing's cyan colored heavy sword drew a strange trajectory in the air.    

Shen Shihong's expression changed, he could feel the inner strength in Yunqing's body continuously pouring into the cyan colored heavy sword. He knew that Yunqing was going to use a powerful sword technique, and with the distance between the two of them, there was no way to stop her.    

With a loud shout, Shen Shihong's feet sank deep into the ground of the arena. The heavy sword was raised high above his head and the inner strength in his body crazily poured into the heavy sword.