The competition continued as usual.
When it was Hao Chengfeng's turn to step onto the stage, Ye Liuyun finally witnessed the strength of his senior.
Although his blade intent was not very strong, his genuine condensation was very solid. If nothing went wrong, he should be able to win these disciples.
Of course, Ye Liuyun would not compete with him. He just wanted to participate in the Seven Sects Competition, he did not care about the ranking at all.
Sure enough, Hao Chengfeng won easily, and his opponent couldn't even take three strikes from him.
Soon, it was Ye Liuyun's turn. His opponent was still a disciple of the Qing River Pavillion Pavillion.
Even Hao Chengfeng, who was standing under the stage, could see that there was something fishy in it. However, he did not take it to heart. These people were no match for his junior and the people of the Qing River Pavillion Pavillion would only ask for death.