Chapter 53: Don't take yourself too seriously

The ninth floor of Xuanbing Temple.
Duan Feng and Chu Qingcheng waited for a full half an hour before they had a figure walking in the void.
"Foot on the void? It turned out to be a strong swordsman!"
Duan Feng raised his brows, he still underestimated the sword ranking competition this time, and there would be a strong swordsman.
The strong sword sect had just landed on the ninth floor, and his face instantly became gloomy.
Because, he found that Duan Feng was only the late Sword Emperor, and Chu Qingcheng's strength was even weaker, and even the Sword Emperor had not reached it.
However, it was these two people who actually robbed him in front of him. How could this make his face not gloomy?
The ninth level is the arena competition. Private hands are not allowed until the pass is over.
Therefore, Duan Feng, Chu Qingcheng and the others just stood in place like this.
Not long after, there will be another figure, appearing one after another.
Most of their strengths are in the late Sword Emperor and their peaks.
Even the strong swordsman has two.
"Rumble~"
Until a certain moment, the entrance to the ninth floor was completely closed.
And there were only twelve monks on the ninth floor, including Chu Qingcheng.
From three hundred contestants to only twelve left, it can be seen that the elimination rate is high.
"Haha, congratulations to you for successfully reaching the ninth floor. Next, is the ring competition."
The purple-robed old man reappeared in front of Duan Feng and others out of thin air like a ghost, and shouted loudly.
"Is it finally coming?"
Many monks are gearing up, all are ready to fight.
Being able to break out of the three hundred monks is enough to explain their strength.
"This is your signature. Take it."
The purple-robed old man waved his hand, and twelve silver plaques flew out of his sleeves.
Duan Feng, Chu Qingcheng and others took it one after another.
"One."
Duan Feng looked at the number of the silver sign in his hand, and reluctantly raised the silver sign.
Obviously.
This shows that he will be the first to play.
After Duan Feng raised his hand, another person was doing the same movement in the other direction.
"Except for the two monks who held the silver sign number'one' in their hands, all the others retreated aside."
The purple-robed old man shouted.
"Come on, don't embarrass me." Chu Qingcheng muttered, Xuan even withdrew to the side.
"Shame? That doesn't exist."
Duan Feng shook his head, then made a slight leap, and appeared in the very center of the ring.
At the same moment, another monk also appeared on the opposite side of Duan Feng.
His name is Bi Xiang. He is tall and full of breath. He has reached the peak of the sword emperor~EbookFREE.me~, and he can step into the strongest of the sword sect.
"Give you a chance, kneel down and knock your head three times, I won't kill you."
Bi Xiang looked at Duan Feng proudly and shouted arrogantly.
There was no concealment of his voice, and everyone present could hear it clearly.
Once his words fell, it was no surprise that they caused a burst of uproar.
Can come to the ninth floor, which one does not have two brushes?
However, Bi Xiang dared to be so arrogant and arrogant. If he didn't have some ability, he would be a real stupid pig.
"Hehe, for you, I just want to say: Don't take yourself too seriously."
Duan Feng smiled lightly, and said lightly.
(End of this chapter)