In an instant, all eyes in the plaza converged here.

"Is it him?"

Many people cried out in surprise on the spot.

"Who is he?" someone uninformed asked in a low voice, but immediately someone next to them raised their eyebrows teasingly, "That's Ye Qingchen!"

Immediately.

Those who heard the name also wore mocking expressions.

You have to know.

Recently, Ye Qingchen has been the biggest joke in the Sword Fighting Conference. A presence at the Spiritual Sea Seventh Heaven not only obtained the Sword Fighting Token but also came to participate in the conference; isn't this the biggest mockery in the world?

"I was hoping to knock this kid off the platform myself! It seems he's even more unlucky than I thought!" Lu Changsheng's eyes drooped, his face full of a cold smile.

The other people from the Celestial Peak Country also looked on with schadenfreude.

During this time, they were implicated by Ye Qingchen and were mocked quite a bit, causing almost a hatred towards Ye Qingchen, at this moment they felt more inclined towards Zhu Yun.

"Haha, this kid is truly unlucky!" The people from the Youquan Sect were also clapping their hands with glee, as if they already saw the scene of Ye Qingchen getting beaten with a bruised face by Zhu Yun and begging for mercy on his knees.

Elder Zhou from Youquan Sect, who led the group, stroked his beard with confidence. Only Feng Wan looked on with complex emotions.

As for the other people in the arena, they either laughed and talked or lowered their brows or pretended to sleep, all doing their own thing, as if they had foreseen the result of this match.

Ye Qing, Hong Man, and Jiang Churan all looked worried.

It must be noted.

A month ago, in a face-off, Ye Qingchen narrowly won against Zhu Yun. With the battlefield changing rapidly, who knows what will happen next? Looking at Zhu Yun's confident posture, everyone felt a bit uneasy.

Kong Shun whispered on the side:

"Old drunkard, do you think Ye Qingchen can win this match?"

Qin Wentian squinted his eyes and replied slowly:

"Hard to say!"

His thoughts were similar to Ye Qing and the others, not very optimistic about Ye Qingchen. Last time, Zhu Yun narrowly lost to Ye Qingchen, and this time, he seemed full of confidence, having likely figured out a way to deal with Ye Qingchen.

However, over the past month, Ye Qingchen had been entrenched in Dragon-Clutching Mountain, never showing his face, with a completely different demeanor from before, perhaps his strength has significantly improved.

"What a pity, you encountered me in your first match... Ye Qingchen, I originally thought you had run away, but I didn't expect you to show up!" Zhu Yun crossed his arms, looking at Ye Qingchen walking slowly onto the platform, his gaze darkened.

Ye Qingchen gently stepped onto the platform, quietly looking at Zhu Yun, and spoke lightly: "Why should I run? You are just a defeated general under my command!"

These words caused a shockwave throughout the arena.

Everyone widened their eyes, looking towards the platform, as countless incredulous gazes fell upon Ye Qingchen.

Many even exclaimed aloud.

"What?"

"Did I hear it wrong?"

"Ye Qingchen actually defeated Zhu Yun once?"

Lu Changsheng nearly jumped out of his chair in shock.

They never expected it.

That the boy they considered the biggest joke of the Sword Fighting Conference had actually defeated Zhu Yun before!

"Hmph!"

Zhu Yun snorted coldly, his eyes filled with cold light.

"Ye Qingchen, you were just lucky to defeat me, what qualifications do you have to be presumptuous in front of me?"

"This time, I will show you my strength!"

After speaking.

He suddenly stomped his foot, and his aura burst forth, a violent wind sweeping by, kicking up the surrounding dust, almost forming a ring-like ripple, surging turbulently like a massive wave!

The momentum of a Half-Step Profound Pill fiercely pressed down, even more terrifying than before.

However.

Ye Qingchen remained indifferent, with an air of nonchalance and casually said: "Oh? Go ahead and make your move!"

"What did you say?"

A hint of humiliation flashed in Zhu Yun's eyes.

Although.

He had been defeated by the other party, but he was still the seventh-ranked expert of the Bronze Platform in Daqian Country, and Ye Qingchen's attitude did not put him in his eyes at all!

"Ha!"

He roared angrily, and his already surging aura erupted again in that instant.

Centered around him, the ground around the platform cracked and turned into dust.

At the same time.

The sound of a crisp sword cry rang out, and Zhu Yun suddenly drew his sword, as if a flash of lightning emerged in the void. Zhu Yun followed the sword, like a gust of wind, carrying swirling sword gleams directly towards Ye Qingchen.

This sword light was three meters long, like a white dragon raving, fiercely sweeping and tearing forward.

"Nu Jiao Sword!"

An explosion of voices erupted from the Youquan Sect.

Elder Zhou, sitting with a smirk, appeared as if he were fishing confidently. This Nu Jiao Dragon Sword Technique was a Profound Grade Top martial art, after mastering it, the sword was like a jiao dragon, last time Zhu Yun hadn't fully comprehended it, so he hadn't used it.

"With Zhu Yun's five great Sword Intents of wind and this Jiao Long Swordsmanship, he can easily make it to the top three of the Sword Fighting Conference!"

He thought silently.

On the platform.

Ye Qingchen, unexpectedly, stood there without blocking or dodging, not even drawing his sword. Only when the sword glow reached his front did he slowly lift his right hand, casually pointing forward.

"You fool, you dare to fight me without even drawing your sword? Watch me chop off your right hand!"

A hint of fierceness flashed in Zhu Yun's eyes.

In an instant.

Not only did his sword light not retract, it actually grew stronger by a third.

With a 'bang' sound.

The Sword Point collided, and the sword light like a jiao dragon burst directly under that point. In the eyes of the incredulous spectators, Zhu Yun's body trembled, as if hit hard, the whole person flying out like a scarecrow.

Moreover, the power contained in this point made him spit out a mouthful of blood mist!

"What?"

Zhu Yun was shocked.

But at that moment, the fierce light in his eyes grew even brighter.

Just as he was about to land, he slapped the ground with his left hand, swinging his long sword, bringing up a sharp light, and charged at Ye Qingchen with a more ruthless attitude. This stab came as if a sword walked with the dragon and snake, an overbearing sword beam traversed the air, forming nine winding arcs, like a dazzling thunderbolt.

This was the 'Jiao Dragon Transformation' of the Jiao Long Swordsmanship!

Indeed, he was the second best in the Youquan Sect.

This reaction speed surpassed normal people.

But no matter how fast he was, how could he be faster than Ye Qingchen? At the moment Zhu Yun made his move, Ye Qingchen's figure had already flickered, leaping above Zhu Yun, directly stepping down!

This step, as light as a swallow skimming the water at first, descended like a giant elephant stepping down, at the moment the sword light shone, he stomped Zhu Yun into the platform along with the man.

"Boom!"

In this instant, it was like a thunderous explosion.

The entire Celestial Martial Plaza suddenly trembled, causing many to feel numb under their feet. This massive platform even shattered into countless fragments, a crack extending from where Ye Qingchen's foot stood all the way to the edge of the platform.

As for Zhu Yun, his entire body was smashed onto the platform, even his body dented the platform with a deep pit, completely losing consciousness.

One point, one kick!

Zhu Yun was defeated!

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