He Vomited Blood

Daoist Tiantong looked at the smug Qi Wuhui after he looked at Li Feichen, who had fully unleashed his sword intent on the arena. "Fellow Daoist Qi, your disciple's attainments in the Sword Dao are not bad. He must have obtained your true teachings, right?"

Qi Wuhui laughed and said, "That's right. This person is my second disciple. He is extremely talented, especially his comprehension of the Sword Dao. He had reached the third level of the Celestial realm at such a young age, although he could not compare to Fellow Daoist Tiantong's beloved disciple, he can already be considered a one in a million genius to be able to reach this realm at this age."

"Haha…" Daoist Tiantong only smiled. He could hear the smugness in Qi Wuhui's voice. He looked at Ye Qiu in surprise and found that his expression still didn't change. He couldn't help but look at the stage, wondering how Lin Qingzhu would deal with this sword attack.