Chapter 74

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"Ah! You're crazy!" Hu Xiangzhen, seeing this, forgot all about her dignity and screamed in terror.

She did not want to end up like Wu Hongfei, practicing physical techniques, and if she were restrained by a Dharmic artifact, she would be doomed.

Fayuan's eyes were filled with ruthlessness as he said, "This monk has said that I will spare no cost to send you to the afterlife!"

After saying this, Fayuan began to pound his chest repeatedly.

Seeing that Fayuan was determined to fight to the death, Hu Xiangzhen was truly frightened. Without thinking, she immediately shouted, "I surrender!"

As Hu Xiangzhen's words were still echoing in everyone's ears, Fayuan suddenly stopped pounding his chest. Instead, he rubbed his chest, and a twisted smile appeared on his face. "Hehe, everyone heard it, this woman surrendered on her own!"

After saying this, Fayuan's bones crackled again, and he transformed back to his original form. The bronze mirror also returned to his hand.

After putting it away, Fayuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Due to the loss of essence blood, he now looked very weak and pale.

Seeing Fayuan's appearance, Hu Xiangzhen realized that she had been tricked.

Fayuan had no intention of fighting to the death; he was just scaring her.

"Did you dare to trick me?" Hu Xiangzhen shouted, both angry and anxious. After all, with her surrender, Tianjian Mountain had already lost.

Although Fayuan's face was now completely pale, he was unusually excited. He looked at Hu Xiangzhen and smiled, "This monk was just scaring you. What can you do to me?"

Seeing Fayuan's smug look, Hu Xiangzhen wanted to strangle him right away.

Baring her teeth in anger, she completely forgot about her graceful and charming image, and her throat emitted a strange sound due to her rage.

Lin Haoming was also very impressed by Fayuan, who could even pull off such a trick.

Now, Fayuan would definitely not fight Qiao Chun. The final match would be between Fahong and Qiao Chun, to see who was more powerful.

As one of the five inner disciples of the Blood Refinement Sect, Qiao Chun's strength was undoubtedly formidable.

In fact, Qiao Chun had no background, but Lin Haoming estimated that his true strength might only be slightly below Xie Ruolan and Kong Yuanliang, and he might not be inferior to Wu Hongfei.

At this moment, Fahong and Qiao Chun also came out, clearly aware of the significance of this final battle.

The high-quality spirit stone was in the fire crocodile's nest, not far from the lava lake. Of course, the fire crocodile had already been driven away, and the high-quality spirit stone was now left there, waiting for someone to dig it up.

The final victory would be between the Blood Refinement Sect and the Vajra Temple, but Hu Xiangzhen did not leave.

In fact, during the time of the confrontation, disciples from various sects had come here, with the most being from Tianjian Mountain. There were already over sixty people, while the Blood Refinement Sect and the Vajra Temple together had just over fifty. If the people from Tianjian Mountain changed their minds, it was not impossible, so the situation became very delicate.

Especially since Wu Hongfei and Fayuan had been greatly exhausted, and Hu Xiangzhen had not been damaged. If Fahong and Qiao Chun were also exhausted, it would be difficult to deal with if Hu Xiangzhen forcibly seized the spirit stone.

Perhaps because they saw this situation, Fahong and Qiao Chun did not start fighting immediately. After Fahong bowed to Qiao Chun, he deliberately glanced at Tianjian Mountain and then said, "Qiao layman, our strength is about equal. We don't have much time left before we are teleported out. If our fight drags on too long and we don't get a result, wouldn't it be a waste of time?"

"Say what you have in mind, Fahong!" Qiao Chun understood Fahong's true intentions and nodded silently.

Hu Xiangzhen, watching their actions, clenched her fists under her sleeves.

"How about this, for the final match, we have a cultural competition!" Fahong suggested.

"How do we do that?" Qiao Chun asked.

"We each record three different competition contents on a jade slip, then put them in a storage bag. Let the disciples of Tianjian Mountain draw one, and we will compete in whatever is drawn!" Fahong explained in detail.

Qiao Chun thought this was fair and considered it for a moment. "Are you planning to decide the winner in one match, or with the best of three?"

"Time is limited, so naturally, one match to decide the winner!" Fahong said.

"Alright, I agree!" Qiao Chun thought about it and saw no trap, so he agreed.

After he agreed, the two did not hesitate and immediately took out three jade slips each, recording the three competition contents they were good at. Qiao Chun then took out an empty storage bag, put the three jade slips inside, and threw it to Fahong.

Fahong took it and immediately put his jade slips inside, then threw it to a ninth-stage Qi Condensation cultivator from Tianjian Mountain.

The cultivator from Tianjian Mountain did not expect Fahong to throw the storage bag to him and was somewhat flustered when he got it. He looked at Hu Xiangzhen, seemingly seeking her instructions.

At this moment, Fahong spoke first, "You, pick one at random!"

The cultivator from Tianjian Mountain hesitated for a moment but still looked at Hu Xiangzhen.

Hu Xiangzhen knew the young man was waiting for her orders, so she deliberately nodded at him. Only then did he feel reassured and randomly picked a jade slip from the storage bag.

Fahong glanced at it, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, as the jade slip was not his.

Fahong felt a bit disappointed, while Qiao Chun was naturally somewhat pleased. He looked at the man and said, "Speak up!"

"Compare the strength of our spiritual senses!" The man's voice was slightly trembling.

Although his voice was trembling, everyone present heard it clearly.

Fahong thought for a moment and asked, "How about we see who can control a Dharmic artifact from a greater distance?"

"Perfect, who will provide the Dharmic artifact?" Qiao Chun asked his disciple.

Lin Haoming immediately tapped his storage bag, and an ordinary flying sword flew to Qiao Chun.

Seeing that the Dharmic artifact was provided by Lin Haoming, Fahong had no objections. However, no one noticed that when Lin Haoming took out the flying sword, another item also ended up in his hand.

Qiao Chun looked at the flying sword and casually threw it. The flying sword immediately shot off into the distance.

Everyone watched the flying sword. After flying a hundred feet, it flew another thirty feet before touching the ground and then flew back to Qiao Chun.

For a fully condensed Qi Condensation cultivator, the limit of controlling a flying sword with their spiritual sense is usually a hundred feet. Qiao Chun's ability to control it for over thirty feet more was a clear sign of a powerful spiritual sense.

Qiao Chun was quite satisfied with his performance. After the flying sword returned to his hand, he casually threw it to Fahong.

Fahong looked at the distance, took a deep breath to calm himself, and then pointed at the flying sword, sending it in the same direction.