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  Xuanyuan Long's name is extremely loud among young martial artists.

  It's not just because he's young and has already reached the state of a late-stage master, but also because his future is boundless, and at the same time, his actual strength is extremely astonishing.

  Just half a year ago, he traveled abroad and defeated three opponents of the same boundary with one enemy and three.

  While demonstrating the powerful martial arts of the Taiyi Holy Sect, it also lets everyone know why this young man can become a representative figure among his peers in such a holy land as the Taiyi Holy Sect.

  At this moment, he suddenly appeared, his cultivation suppressing the entire scene. The gap between the two sides was not just a single star or half a point, making the many disciples of Guang Cheng Mountain who had also seen masters in their daily lives feel immense pressure.

  Someone subconsciously replied: "We followed Yan Shixiong here..."

  Before he could finish speaking, Xuanyuan Long's eyes burst forth with an astonishing light, like the scorching sun, making it hard for others to look directly at him.

  "Song of Yan and Zhao?"

  Everyone was shocked, and a disciple of Guang Cheng Mountain replied, "That's right, it is indeed Yan Zhao Ge, Brother Yan Shi."

  Chuang Yu Long's eyes shot out a dazzling light as he took a step forward.

  The numerous inferior treasured swords scattered on the ground all shook simultaneously.

  Although Bao Bing was spiritual, after all, it was still an object and did not have true autonomous consciousness. Without its master's urging, at this moment being shaken by Huang Zhong, they all trembled immediately.

  Hongyuan Long stomped on the ground, and Ye Jing and others suddenly felt that their hard work in cultivating and practicing with their precious swords over the past few days was abruptly severed!

  The crowd's mind was filled with a piercing pain, as if Xuan Yuanlong had severed the spiritual connection between Tong Bao and his sword, causing a backlash.

  "Low-grade treasure sword, for those who cultivate the body of martial arts, it is indeed a precious treasure, but for certain families, even if you can stimulate the full power of the treasure sword, it's not worth mentioning."

  Hongyuan Long said calmly: "Do you have many precious soldiers in Guangmang Mountain? Show off in front of my Dahua Sacred Sect, and they will all stay here."

  "Some families may not think much of these things, but handing them over to younger disciples, they can still be used for a few years. You rely on the power of precious swords to deal with fellow disciples from some families, then consider these precious swords as compensation."

  He waved his hand at the crowd of Taiyi Holy Cult disciples behind him: "All come up and choose for yourselves."

  The Taishang Shengzong disciples all burst out laughing: "Thanks, Brother Chao!"

  Ye Jing and the others were furious, but Xiong Yuanlong calmly swept his gaze over them, his eyes falling on Si Kongqing: "I know you have a mid-grade treasure sword in your possession. If you'd like to give it to me as well, feel free to take it out."

  Sisi's brow furrowed, and she met Tongyuan Long's unyielding gaze without backing down.

  Ye Jing's face was stern, his fingers lightly rubbing his dark red ring.

  Hongyuan Long's hands were behind his back, and a faint golden light began to flash all over his body, as if millions of golden needles.

  "Some family doesn't want to trouble you young and inexperienced ones, go back and tell Yan Zhao Ge to come see some family, some family is right here waiting for him."

  A hint of a smile appeared on Huang Yu Long's cold and stern face: "As long as he dares to come."

  A general golden light emanated from every pore of Zhong Yuandong's body, making him look as if he was coated with a layer of golden radiance.

  All the Taizong Saints disciples looked at Chong Yuandragon with a mixture of respect and fear.

  This fellow sect senior brother, for many years like one day endured the whole body every part every bit of skin, needle piercing fire scorching pain, forcibly practiced the Taiyang Golden Needle Qigong to an extremely high and profound realm.

  If he can be so ruthless to himself, it's imaginable how severe and harsh his methods will be towards others.

  It was also a fellow of the Great Sun Sacred Sect, and he felt intimidated by Chong Yuandragon: "Brother Chong has indeed cultivated the Golden Needle Skill to the ninth level!"

  "Releasing the aura externally is a technique that only an external aura master should possess, but Brother Chong can already do it in the later stage of internal aura cultivation. Although not as good as a true external aura master, it's still extremely terrifying, no wonder he can easily defeat opponents of the same realm!"

  As they thought so, the crowd saw that Xun Yuanlong's momentum was still rising, and his whole person seemed to have transformed into a small sun, making it hard for people to look directly at him.

  The dark fog in the surrounding space seemed to thin out for a while.

  Without lifting a hand, merely with a burst of energy, the rocks in the nearby gorge around Xuan Yuan Long began to shatter and crack, revealing dense cracks.

  "It's not the ninth layer, it's the tenth layer!" This shocked even Chuan Yuandong's fellow disciples: "Master Chuan has fully cultivated the Sunflower Golden Needle Qigong!"

  A group of Da Ri Sheng Zong disciples looked at each other in dismay.

  Although there are not many people practicing Taiyang Golden Needle Qigong, over the years, there have been a considerable number of practitioners.

  At the age of Xi Zhongyuan and Long, those who have cultivated this merit to the ninth level are as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. Throughout ancient and modern times, there are no more than five people.

  But if you say thoroughly trained to tenfold perfection, this seems to be... the first?

  Many of Guang Cheng Shan's disciples may know about Taiyang Golden Needle Qigong, but they don't necessarily understand its specifics and are unaware of the significance behind Xu Yuanlong's current actions.

  But now, Zhou Xuan's body was emitting a terrifying aura that made them clearly aware of the formidable opponent in front of them.

  Before this, many people in Guangmou Mountain saw Yan Zhao Ge take action, but they had never seen such a powerful momentum. For a moment, everyone's heart began to feel somewhat uneasy.

  Brother Yan, can you defeat the person in front of you?

  "It's been a while since we last parted, shouldn't the Yan Zhao song have made some progress by now? I thought that at least it could withstand the ninth level of the Taiyang Golden Needle Qigong, but I don't know if it can withstand the power of the tenth and final level of the Taiyang Golden Needle Qigong?"

  In the golden light, like a small sun, Xuanyuan Long's calm voice came out: "I believe that Yan Zhao Ge will also make progress, but if the progress is not big enough, I will be very disappointed."

  "But in the previous three matches, no one won, so today's match can be considered as a conclusion."

  Upon hearing these words, the faces of Dajiyuan's disciples immediately broke into smiles.

  "It's humiliating if he doesn't come, but if he forces himself to put on a brave face and pretend to be confident, then it's not just about humiliation."

  The disciples of Guang Cheng Shan present looked even more unsightly.

  Hongyuan Long said faintly: "Hiding one's strength and suddenly striking is something that certain families are not interested in doing."

  "You go back and tell Yan Zhao Ge directly that a certain family's Taiyang Golden Needle Qigong has reached the tenth level of perfection, ask him if he has the guts to come over?"

  Xuan Yuan Long's words had just fallen when a careless voice suddenly echoed from within the Dragon Suppressing Abyss.

  "I'm already here."

  A streak of blue light suddenly flashed across the dark space, as if a lightning bolt tore through the dark night!

  The dragon's roar sounded, and in an instant it changed from barely audible to deafening!

  "Yanzhao song, still the same old sleeve dragon?" Xiong Yuanlong shouted loudly, his Taiyang Golden Needle skill activated, both hands stretched forward, palms facing each other and clapping together, as if to sandwich the blue sword light with a pair of palms.