You should know that Fang Tianyou has learned Fengyun qianchongjian, not to mention in the Xinghua temple. Even in the Guanghua temple, he can be regarded as the top of the younger generation. If the Lord of the temple had not prepared for a rainy day, he would have learned Fengyun qianchongjian with his heart, and it would be very difficult for him to defeat him.

Is it possible that a disciple from the misty cloud Valley is better than Fang Tianyou?

Not only him, but also the one under the stage from the temple of Xinghua was absent-minded for a moment.

Witnessing Fang Tianyou's tragic defeat, everyone's heart fell into the ice valley. Even those who had been boiling with blood and even prepared to fight for the honor and dignity of Xinghua temple were completely cold.

Strong, the strength of the young man of Guanghua temple is too strong. Even Fang Tianyou, who has learned Fengyun qianepjian, can't fight back in front of him. Even if they try their best, they are not self humiliating. At the same time, they bring greater shame to Xinghua temple.

For a moment, everyone was dejected and couldn't get half a fight in their hearts.

Who would have thought that Gu Fenghua stood up at this time.

Her tone, is so indifferent, look, but it is so confident.

Looking at that exquisite and beautiful face, people can't help but think of the snow lotus growing on the cliff. It seems weak, but despite the cold wind and the snow, she still sways in the wind and never gives in.

In the eyes of all people, they can't help showing their reverence.

"What was the scene?" Gu Fenghua asked suddenly. On the way back, she heard the middle-aged man say that there were ten competitions between the Xinghua temple and the Guanghua temple, but she didn't know which one was now.

"Scene seven." Said one of the monks.

"That's to say, there are still three games left. Good. When you're finished, it's his turn." Gu Fenghua pointed to a young disciple of Guanghua temple under the stage. He was tall and thin, and his eyes were evil. He was very argumentative.

She has recognized for a long time that the young man on stage is not the one who defeated Xie Youran just now. The one who defeated him is the young man with evil eyes who has stepped down to rest.

After all, the strength of Xie Youran and others is not weak. Even if Guanghua temple is well prepared this time, it is impossible to defeat them all by one person. He is tired to death.

Although that person has already got off the competition platform, Gu Fenghua hates his insidious moves. How can he easily forgive him?

"What a big breath!" The young man with evil eyes snorted and looked at Gu Fenghua with contempt.

"Ha ha ha ha, I thought that Luo Changfeng was arrogant enough. I didn't expect that there were more arrogant people in the world than me. I just don't know if you have any arrogant capital?" The young man on the other side was obviously annoyed by Gu Fenghua, but he was angry and laughed.

"If you have this capital, you will soon know. Draw the sword." Gu Fenghua said calmly.

"You don't have that qualification." Luo Changfeng said confidently.

He was still holding the sword, just as he had been fighting with Fang Tianyou before. He was lazy and didn't mean to draw the sword at all.

In fact, his words are more arrogant, but at this moment, no one thinks that he is arrogant, on the contrary, there is a sense of majestic.

Because, he does have arrogant capital!

He did not draw his sword when he defeated two saints of Xinghua temple one after another. Then he fought against Fang Tianyou. Even Fang Tianyou, who had learned Fengyun qianchongjian, still did not draw his sword.