Feeling the power of the thunder, Zijin and Liu Qingcheng's delicate bodies trembled slightly and became a little numb.
"Huh!" Zi Jin snorted and stepped aside, but her face was not good-looking. She was Liu Qingcheng's senior sister. She entered the Immortal Palace many years earlier than Liu Qingcheng. But today, Liu Qingcheng was directly killed because of a wild man.
He openly wanted to attack her.
As for Liu Qingcheng, her autumn eyes were as cold as ice, and she looked at Zi Jin coldly without saying a word.
"It's another hundred years. Today's Tianhua Banquet will be the same as in previous years. Only those who have practiced cultivation for a hundred years and are below average sages will be invited to the stage."
As soon as these words were said, the disciples of Tianhua Immortal Palace became excited, gearing up, and eagerly stepped onto the fighting stage.
"Wait for me." Liu Qingcheng also looked at Chu Yan at this time and said softly. Chu Yan smiled and nodded. Since he is here, he will accompany Liu Qingcheng to complete the saint's choice this time.
The rules of the Tianhua Banquet are very simple. On the competition stage, there are six divine pillars. Each divine pillar represents the six realms of low-level sages and middle-level sages. Among the disciples, according to their realms, the only son is the first.
Duel one by one on the battlefield, accumulate record, and you can also compete across levels. Each time you cross a level, your record is doubled. Disciples can only challenge upwards, and those with high levels are not allowed to challenge downwards. The one with the highest final record will be
of Tianhua Immortal Palace
The elders give evaluations and achieve the status of saint son and saint daughter.
Liu Qingcheng became a sage for the first time and walked to the first divine pillar.
Zi Jin is a middle-level sage, standing above the fourth-level sages.
"Let's begin." Thunder Flame Immortal Lord was above and spoke calmly.
After his voice fell, a disciple stood up on each divine pillar. The most eye-catching one was naturally the battle on the high-level battle platform, because the higher the realm, the stronger the brilliance caused.
"Senior Brother Lu is so strong." Someone whispered at this time. On the fifth stage, Lu Tingfeng was extremely domineering. He must have practiced a kind of magical power of war beasts. His skin was like a monster battle armor, exuding a red light.
, every punch struck was like thunder, and stars fell.
"The sixth battle stage is also very glorious. Senior Brother Wu is completely invincible, and his realm is higher. All those who challenged him have been defeated." On the sixth battle stage, Wu Dao Chang Duzi stood in a corner.
, with both hands on his back, golden light blooming all over his body, like a golden god of war.
"Prince Wu's combat prowess is very strong, comparable to that of ordinary sages. Fighting against the Immortal Kingdom of Wu, I am afraid that another mortal immortal will be born soon." Below, people from the Liu family boasted.
An elder from the Zhanwu Immortal Kingdom saw this and stroked his beard with satisfaction: "It's really good."
This was just the beginning. A sixth-level martial arts saint was standing on the highest divine pillar. Logically speaking, the pressure there should be the greatest, but he was calm and calm from beginning to end.
On the sixth stage, there were constant challenges, but Martial Arts only fought once and no one challenged him again.
"Everyone, there is no point in us continuing to fight. As long as Brother Wu is still there, even if only one of us wins, we will still not be his opponent." At this time, someone on the sixth stage suddenly said.
"What do you mean?" Another disciple frowned.
"Let's challenge Brother Wu first. If we can win, we can then compete to be the strongest. If we can't, there's no need to waste time again. How about that?" Someone else said.
"You mean, join forces?" Hearing what that man said, it was obvious that some upright geniuses were disdainful, but they had to admit that he was right. There can only be one person left on each battle platform. If the martial arts is not resolved,
, they will lose sooner or later.
"Are you paying attention to anything else? Or should you rather give up this opportunity?" the disciple who was the first to speak said indifferently.
Everyone hesitated, and finally one person nodded, with a stern look in his eyes: "It can be done."
"Fight." At this moment, everyone trembled, and people from all sides stepped out one after another, no longer fighting, but surrounding Wu Daochang.
"Is this still possible?" Many disciples in the audience frowned slightly when they saw this scene: "Isn't this too shameless?"
"There is no fairness in the Tianhua Banquet election. Just like survival in the Immortal Realm, there are no rules." One disciple said helplessly.
"Brother Wu, I'm offended." Several disciples stepped out one after another and stood there. Wu Daochang also frowned briefly. He didn't care about it and said calmly: "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Do it!" Everyone didn't talk nonsense. It was disgraceful to join forces to target one person on the battlefield. Talking too much would only make them more embarrassed. Only by defeating Wudaochang first would they have any chance.
"Boom!" On the sixth battle stage, endless light of vitality rose into the sky, with various colors, and the air erupted with tut-tut sounds. Endless magical powers descended, blasting towards the martial arts.
Wu Daochang always stood there, arrogant. Then he raised his hand, a spear burst out, and he stepped into the air. His figure seemed to be standing at the highest point of the world, letting all the brilliance touch it.
When he came, he fell and was trampled under his feet.
"Boom!" There was a loud tremor, and everyone was stunned. Another person exploded in the distance. He held a black dagger in his hand and stabbed Wudaochang in the chest. But in just a moment, Wudaochang turned around.
The spear was raised, and there seemed to be a dragon shadow, slamming into the man.
"Wow!" The disciple screamed, vomited blood and flew away.
Everyone's eyes froze, this was too violent.
Being surrounded and killed by a team of people, they are still in an invincible position.
"Brother Wu is so strong." In the audience, a female disciple couldn't help but chuckled: "Looking at the Immortal Realm, among the younger generation, I am afraid no one can compare with Brother Wu. This generation of saints is none other than him.
"Attribute." "No one can compare?" After everyone heard the woman's words, an immortal from a fairy country smiled and shook his head: "Prince Wu's performance today is indeed so powerful that it is unexpected, but if no one can compare,
It's an exaggeration. I only know one person in this fairyland who is no better than Prince Wu.
Difference."
"It's ridiculous. Brother Wu fought against the top ten today. He is invincible in the same realm. Is there anyone in the fairyland who can compare with him?" The woman said unconvinced: "Then tell me, who is it?"
As the Immortal Lord spoke, he looked at each other and said with a faint smile: "Two years ago, Demon Mountain came and the Cholera Immortal Territory caused a lot of commotion. I was lucky enough to go to Demon Mountain for a visit and saw his grace."
Everyone's eyes were focused, and when they mentioned Monster Mountain, they naturally knew who the old man was talking about.
"Indeed, even though I was not present at Demon Mountain back then, I have heard that on that day Chu Yan accepted the two major forces of Huaqing Immortal Dynasty and Sword God Mountain to fight on the same territory. He was invincible and truly a genius."
At this time, some disciples from the Huaqing Immortal Dynasty also laughed.
"So what? Even Chu Yan was only a first-level sage at the beginning. The higher the realm, the greater the gap. Moreover, even if there are twenty people, Brother Wu may not be defeated." The woman said a little unconvinced.
At this time, the sixth battle stage was over. Wu Daochang defeated several people, causing all the disciples who had joined forces to retreat and stop taking action. Wu Daochang also heard the conversation in the audience, and nodded slightly, looking extremely arrogant:
"I have also heard of the name Chu Yan, at least in rumors. It should be a character. Unfortunately, I have never seen him. He and I are not from the same place. There is no need to compare. If in the future
organic
We will meet each other in the fairyland, and we will compare our strengths and weaknesses."
When everyone heard this, their eyes couldn't help but become weird. Wu Daochang's words sounded very powerful. However, his words also made people think that he was Chu Yan. I am afraid that he was so powerful, but he may not be very strong.
.
"Senior Brother Wu is so courageous. Just on this point, how can Chu Yan compare with you?" the female disciple said with a smile.
The old man who spoke before shook his head and said nothing. Is it just a rumor?
Halfway through the battle platform, at this time, a terrible collision was taking place on the fourth battle platform, with continuous flames and shocking rocks.
The people fighting were two women, one of whom was Zi Jin, and the other was Mengyi, a talented disciple of the Earth Immortal Palace.
Mengyi is also very famous in Tianhua Immortal Palace. Some people say that she is likely to become a saint. She traveled with several immortals in Earth Immortal Palace in her early years and has a very good talent.
At this moment, on the battlefield, Mengyi's autumn eyes were indifferent, her jade hands kept waving, and the sky was filled with rays of light, as if there were divine birds descending, trying to penetrate the earth.
Zijin was also very powerful. The red whip in his hand was like a long dragon. With a flick of his wrist, the sound of thunder sounded, and he continuously slapped Mengyi. "Bah!" At this moment, there was a crisp sound,
Mengyi's divine bird was shattered, and the fire whip broke through the defense and struck her petite body directly, causing her eyebrows to furrow slightly and she retreated hastily, but Zi Jin took advantage of the victory and pursued her, with the red whip continuing, and another snap,
Mengyi was whipped out, with her pussy
There was a red blood mark left on his neck.
"Senior sister, I accept the concession." Zijin retracted his hand and chuckled softly at Mengyi.
Mengyi narrowed her eyes slightly and looked at Zijin, still a little disbelieving, but she was calm, turned around and slowly walked off the stage.
However, this battle immediately caused a huge uproar in the audience.
Mengya was defeated and Zijin won. This was an outcome that no one expected.
Chu Yan kept staring at the scene on the stage, and then shook his head. Maybe others couldn't tell, but he was good at fire patterns and had practiced the Eyes of the World. Naturally, some small moves could not be hidden from him.
On Zi Jin's fire whip, there is a formation of fire patterns engraved on it. It is hidden under the vitality. It is difficult to notice. Otherwise, she would not have been able to break through Mengyi's defense in the previous battle.
But since he was an outsider, he naturally wouldn't point it out. He slowly turned around and looked at the alluring battle platform.
At this time, Liu Qingcheng had defeated eight people in a row on the first stage. He was the one with the best record, and he started to cross the border to challenge the second stage. He couldn't help but smile brightly, feeling happy for him:
"This girl has become very strong."
Of course, he doesn't care about the identity of the saint, Liu Qingcheng is his wife, and as long as she is here, he will do everything possible to protect her.
But Liu Qingcheng has won glory, and he will still be happy for it.
However, at this moment, a thumping sound attracted the attention of many people. Below, they saw a beautiful figure leaping up from the battlefield. The red phoenix was floating in the wind, which was extremely moving, just like the mysterious goddess of the Nine Heavens. She
Just like that, he stepped onto the fourth stage. "What is she going to do?"