"Your name is Ge Xiong?" Qin Futian looked at Ge Xiong and smiled coldly: "What is your relationship with Ge Xuan?"

"You don't need to worry about my relationship with Master Ge." Ge Xiong looked at Qin Futian arrogantly: "I just asked the Holy Son, do you dare to fight me on stage?"

At this time, Wu Tong came over and whispered beside Qin Futian: "Holy Son, Ge Xiong and Ge Xuan are cousins ​​of the same race and generation..."

"Cousins ​​of the same race and generation?"

When Qin Futian heard this, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Yes, Master Ge Peak and I are brothers of the same race, but so what?" Seeing this, Ge Xiong didn't take it seriously, and said: "If the Holy Son doesn't dare to fight with me, he can just say it.

This is nothing.

After all, everyone is here to listen to the Holy Son’s teachings, not to compete with the Holy Son. Although the Holy Son is not strong, as long as he can talk, it doesn’t matter!”

Ge Xiong's words did not conceal his ridicule towards Qin Futian.

Although Qin Futian opened a church to preach, the response within the sect was good.

But, so what?

It does not explain how strong Qin Futian's own strength is.

In terms of his own strength, the Holy Son cannot convince the crowd!

Qin Futian looked at Ge Xiong.

"I don't dare? Haha..."

Qin Futian smiled coldly and shook his head: "It's not that I don't dare, but... I'm not interested. Because you don't deserve it!"

"I'm not worthy? Hahahaha..."

Ge Xiong laughed, as if he heard a big joke: "It's really ridiculous. Not to mention Beidou Sword Sect, just look at the entire Northern Nether Territory, all the sects, all the disciples, see if anyone dares to tell me, Ge Xiong

I don’t deserve such words?”

Ge Xiong was very confident.

Because of his strength, he was actually the most powerful among the seven saint sons of the Beidou Sword Sect.

However, over the years, he has been deliberately hiding part of his cultivation.

In the eyes of outsiders, Ge Xiong is the third level of the True Yuan Realm.

But in fact, he broke through the shackles of the third heaven two years ago, entered the fourth heaven, and became a martial arts master in the middle stage of the Qi Sea Realm.

With his strength, he is actually already qualified to serve as the elder of the Beidou Sword Sect.

But he didn't do that because in the past few years, as a disciple of the Beidou Sword Sect, he had dealt with many affairs of the Ge family.

"Others are others, and they don't deserve to talk to you like this, but I, Qin Futian, can!" Qin Futian said.

"Haha... Qin Futian, you only have one mouth left! I, Ge Xiong, am now thirty-seven years old and already at the fourth level of Qi Sea Realm! What about you?"

As soon as Ge Xiong said this, everyone was shocked, and many people exclaimed.

"Senior Brother Ge has actually broken through to the fourth level of the True Yuan Realm?"

"Being less than forty years old, he is already at the fourth level of the True Yuan Realm. With such talent, he can definitely aspire to dominate the entire Northern Nether Territory."

"At the fourth level of the Qi Sea Realm, his strength is comparable to that of most elders. Although the Holy Son has very unique insights into the understanding of skills, if we only talk about strength, I am afraid there is still a big gap between him and Senior Brother Ge, right?"

"Of course! Although the Holy Son's talent is comparable to that of a monster, he is only seventeen years old after all. Now he is only in the third or fourth heaven of the Qi Sea Realm. Even if it is the fourth heaven, it is still too different from Senior Brother Ge.

!”

"Don't talk about the fourth level of the Qi Sea Realm. Even if you are at the peak of the Qi Sea Realm, the gap between it and the True Yuan Realm is as big as a chasm. What's more... Ge Xiong is now the fourth level of the True Yuan Realm. There is no strength between the two.

Comparability!”

Many people are talking secretly.

And all these discussions reached Ge Xiong’s ears.

This made the look on Ge Xiong's face even more arrogant.

"Qin Futian!" Ge Xiong's voice couldn't help but become louder: "I, Ge Xiong, have the talent to enter the spirit!"

"What about you? Your talent is called the best in the Beidou Sword Sect in thousands of years? I, Ge Xiong, will be the first to refuse to accept it!"

During this period, Qin Futian also became famous within the Beidou Sword Sect.

Many people believe that Qin Futian's talent can be called a monster.

At least in the thousand years since becoming a member of the Beidou Sword Sect, there has never been such an amazing genius.

"Finished?"

Qin Futian waited until Ge Xiong finished speaking, and then spoke coldly. This time, there was a cold light flashing in Qin Futian's eyes.

Qin Futian was a little impatient.

He didn't bother to argue with Ge Xiong, after all, he was just a jumping grasshopper.

But the other party was unwilling to give up.

If that's the case...then press him down.

Qin Futian stretched out his hand and touched a branch on the willow tree outside Futian Pavilion.

It is now the Qingming Festival.

The willow leaves on the willow branches have already bloomed, and they are as green as jade.

"Want to challenge me on stage? Let's see if you can defeat this wicker in my hand first!" Qin Futian said indifferently.

"What?"

As soon as Qin Futian's words came out.

Everyone once again made sounds of surprise.

The Holy Son...does he want to use a wicker as a weapon to fight Ge Xiong?

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Ge Xiong couldn't help it, laughed out loud, and pointed at Qin Futian: "Qin Futian, are you kidding? Could it be that you knew you were bound to lose, so did you play these tricks on purpose?"

But just as Ge Xuan finished speaking, the wicker in Qin Futian's hand was already swung towards Ge Xiong.

In an instant, Ge Xiong's expression changed drastically!

In his eyes, the whole world suddenly had only that wicker left.

The willow branches are gray and the bark is mottled.

Willow leaves and emeralds, every detail appears!

From this wicker, an extremely terrifying sword intent spread out, enveloping Ge Xiong's entire body.

Ge Xiong subconsciously dodged back...

His subconscious told him that this wicker was very dangerous!

The terrifying sword intent contained in it was completely unbearable for him!

However, Willow's speed is faster than Ge Xiong's.

Just as Ge Xiong retreated, the tree branch suddenly hit Ge Xiong's right arm.

"hiss……"

Ge Xiong gasped in pain, half of his body seemed to be paralyzed.

However, wicker is coming for the second time!

"Crack!"

This time, the wicker whipped Ge Xiong on the leg.

"ah!"

Ge Xiong screamed in pain, and the severe pain as if his skin was torn apart struck him. Ge Xiong could only limb away and avoid it.

But the wicker in Qin Futian's hand showed no intention of stopping.

On the contrary, the speed becomes faster and faster!

"Bah bang bang!"

"Pah, pah, pah, pah..."

The sound of beatings came and went.

At first, Ge Xiong only made a muffled sound from his mouth.

Later, he became more and more unbearable.

I couldn't hold it back any longer and started to scream...

"ah!"

"hiss……"

"Ah...ah..."

"Stop! Holy Son, don't... stop, I... I was wrong!"

Ge Xiong grimaced in pain.

Every time Qin Futian took it, he seemed to do it randomly.

But in fact, every time it landed on Ge Xiong's most painful acupoint...

"Kneel down for me!"

Qin Futian waved the wicker in his hand, and Ge Xiong suddenly trembled all over.

He knelt on the ground obediently, not daring to take any chances to escape.
Chapter completed!