บท 67: Thirteen Ghost Acupoint Strike

Qing Feng Sect, Central Square.

The disciples from both sects were now crying at the top of their lungs.

This match would decide who won.

And after the roller coaster ride with Lin Fan's menial disciple identity, the emotions were high.

Not to mention, the bet on Lin Fan to lose.

"Qing Feng Sect!"

"Qing Feng Sect!"

With more disciples, the Qing Feng Sect's name boomed in the air.

Not to be outdone, the Storm Fist Thunder Sect disciples also began to chant their sect's name.

At four corners of the sparring area, Formation cultivators using their Qi to hold up the formation array focused on it, making sure not to screw up.

"Silence!" the judge held up his hands and shouted.

The disciples immediately went quiet as it was a signal that the match was about to begin.