1853: C1853 Sword Kinesis Flight

C1853 Sword Kinesis Flight

The third match took a long time, a full hour before it ended.

"Fourth match, Lee Yifann against Teng Yuanhao. Participants, please enter the arena!"

The referee's voice echoed throughout the arena.

Lee Ming shook his head, "Young Master Lee, it's your turn!"

"Teng Yuanhao? Someone from Nihon? Interesting, this is interesting. "Lee Yifann's mouth was full of ridicule. This arrangement by the organizer was simply a stroke of genius.

What should they do to the Japanese players?

One word: Kill!

Two words: Kill!

How could Lee Yifann be polite? He looked at Lee Ming. Then he took the camera and said to the person on the other side, "Grandpa, are you there? I'm about to go to the competition. Did you see the video just now? Do you still want to go back? "

On the other side, Lee Changrong was silent. Return?

If it was in the past, out of familial love, he really hoped to reunite with his family, even if he had never seen his family before.

However, after Lee Ming sent the video over, he did not think about it anymore. The faces of Lee Shengwei and the others on the video made him feel cold.

How dare these bastards!

Did they still have a bit of conscience as humans?

"Grandpa, wait and see what I can do. With me and Dad around, no one in this world can force you to do anything you don't want to do! He doesn't deserve to be in the Lee Family of White Cloud Peak!"

Lee Yifann threw the item to Lee Ming, "Old Master Mu, help me bid for it!"

" Alright, Young Master Lee, let's see how powerful you are! " Mu Fu was also very excited.

Far away in Luzhou City, Changrong Clinic.

Everyone had already moved the image to the LCD screen. It was big enough and convenient to watch.

Lee Changrong's family, Zhai Shuo's father and daughter, Cang Xuande, Ou Ling and a group of young people all looked at Lee Yifann nervously on the screen.

Originally, the international competition was not allowed to be publicized and reporters were not allowed to leak the image.

Lee Yifann had already informed Situ Mannloong about it, and it was only for a few people to see. It was not spread to the outside world, so Situ Mannloong allowed it, and the organizers also allowed it.

"Ice Soul Sword, let's go!"

Lee Yifann took out the Ice Soul Sword and jumped lightly, standing on top of the Sword Blade.

He flew on his sword.

This was a type of usage of the Spiritual Master Spiritual Sense. It required one to have a perfect control over the spiritual energy in the body, and only then would one be able to use it like this.

"Sou!"

Lee Yifann flew on his sword in the most cool way, landing in the sky above the twelve arenas like a god.

"Wah!"

"Flying on his sword, so cool!"

Ou Ling and the other young juniors had never seen such things before. They had only seen it in some movies and all of them felt that it was cool.

Lee Changrong also did not expect that his grandson actually had such ability.

In the twelve arenas, Lee Yifann's move was very eye-catching. The audience was all amazed.

"Flying on a sword? This is the use of controlling objects with Spiritual Sense, right?"

"This guy is a Spiritual Master?!"

"He's so young! He's a Spiritual Master at such a young age! Incredible!"

Even Zang Wangshan was shocked. He couldn't believe that Lee Yifann was hiding such a terrifying strength. He knew how to ride a flying sword, but it was still very difficult for him to be as unrestrained as Lee Yifann.

In particular, he noticed that the cold sword underneath Lee Yifann's feet didn't seem to be simple.

"Why did Young Master Lee become so high-profile this time?"

In the main battle arena area, Situ Mannloong and the others saw Lee Yifann's cool move through the LCD screen. They could not help but feel strange.

In their impression, Lee Yifann had always kept a low profile.

After thinking for a while, Situ Mannloong thought of something. "It should be related to his grandfather... Young Master Lee seems to be deliberately revealing something."

After understanding everything, he did not hesitate anymore.

Lee Yifann stood on the Ice Soul Sword and looked down at Teng Yuanhao from above. "One of the three contestants sent by Nihon. Do you recognize me?"

"How could I not recognize you? You killed an expert from my Tengyuan Family. I will get revenge for this!" Tengyuan Hao's face was full of hatred.

"It's good that you can recognize me, so that I won't waste my time." Lee Yifann curled the corner of his mouth, "But too bad, Fujiwara Matsu's strength is so weak. Don't you think that it's stupid to arrange a fight with me in the first match?"

"Old Master Mu, there's no sound. You have to record my voice too," Lee Ming complained.

"That's easy. Let's get closer. I will block the noise," Mu Fu said with a smile. The two of them chose a good angle to adjust their position.

On this side, the people of Changrong Clinic finally heard the conversation between Lee Yifann and Teng Yuanhao.

"Humph! Don't think that you can do anything just because you're a Spiritual Master!" Teng Yuanhao revealed a disdainful expression.

"Is that so? I wonder, so what if you are compared to Fujiwara Matsu?" Lee Yifann was calm and relaxed. His loose summer dress fluttered even though there was no wind, making him look like an immortal.

Zhai Qingxue and Mo Lingyan seemed to have seen Lee Yifann's extraordinary posture that night in Cloud Mist Peak again.

"Martial competition, begin!" The referee shouted.

The moment his voice faded, Teng Yuanhao leaped up and a samurai sword that was flickering with a cold light flew out.

Lee Yifann did not panic. He clapped his right hand and a powerful force burst out.

"Small trick!" Teng Yuanhao did not panic. With a slash of the samurai sword in his hand, the force was dispersed.

Lee Yifann thought about it and sneered, "So this is your confidence? Middle-stage Nascent Soul? Is there something wrong with your Fujihara family?"

" With this bit of strength, it's enough to kill you! " Tengyuan Hao shouted.

"I think it's not enough!"

Lee Yifann stepped into the air and the Ice Soul Sword flew into his hand. "Seven-Sin Spider!"

"Master!"2

Master!! 'In an instant, the image of a giant spider flew out from the Ice Soul Sword, shocking everyone present.

"Hiss... What a huge spider!"

"This is a Seven-Sin Spider! A terrifying existence with a fearsome reputation in the Demon Beast World was actually tamed by him!"

"He even f * cking became an Artifact Spirit!"

"Heavens, could it be that the thing in his hand is a spirit artifact?"

Gasps of cold air rose and fell, causing Zang Wangshan's heart to wildly tremble.

A spirit weapon!

Even Taoist Tu Su's expression became gloomy at this moment.

Although Lee Shengwei and the others knew that Lee Yifann had a spirit weapon, they were still frightened when they saw it.

They knew very well that the spiritual weapon in Lee Yifann's hand was not simple. It was this spiritual weapon that had killed Gong Changjie.

"Damn it! How do you have a spirit weapon?" Teng Yuanhao panicked, his voice filled with terror.

"The information about your Fujihara Family is too outdated!" Lee Yifann was like a god of slaughter that had descended upon the world.

"Damn it!" Teng Yuanhao gritted his teeth, "So what if you have a Spirit Weapon? I can still kill you!"

Immediately, he charged forward like a madman.

"Crack!"

In that instant, a strong wind started blowing. Several ice walls suddenly appeared, blocking all the paths in front of and behind Teng Yuanhao. His entire body was frozen.

This scene stunned everyone, and it also caused the people of Changrong Clinic to open their mouths wide.

"It's over!"

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